Oliver shook the stunning surprise out of his head and ran toward the pile, stuffing his pockets, tossing coins into the air and climbing around with unbridled glee.
"We have come for something specific," Luthien reminded him, "and we will never get out of here carrying much of this."
Oliver didn"t seem to care, and Luthien had to admit that this all seemed too good to pa.s.s up. There were no other apparent exits from the room, and they had traveled along the most open and easily accessible trail. It seemed that this was either the turtle"s h.o.a.rd-and the turtle showed no indication of following them-or the h.o.a.rd of a long-dead king, perhaps the cyclopian Brind"Amour had spoken of. But "duty first," Luthien"s father had always told him, and that advice seemed pertinent now with so many obvious distractions lying about.
"The staff, Oliver," he called out once more. "Then you can have your play."
From the top of the largest mound of coins, Oliver, the world"s happiest thief, stuck his green-gloved thumbs in his ears, waggled his fingers and stuck out his tongue in Luthien"s direction.
Luthien was about to scold him once more, but something caught the young man"s attention. He noticed a large cloth sack off to the right of where he was standing, on the lower slope of another of the mounds. Luthien was certain that the sack hadn"t been there a moment ago.
He looked up the mound, up to the ceiling above it, searching for some perch from which it might have fallen. Nothing was evident. Luthien was not surprised, for if it had fallen, or slid down the mound of coins, he certainly would have heard the movement. With a shrug, he walked the few feet and bent over the sack. He poked at it with his sword, then hooked the weapon into the drawstring, working it back and forth. Convinced that the sack wasn"t trapped, Luthien lay his torch on the pile, grabbed the sack"s top and pulled it open.
He found a beautiful crimson cape, richer in color, even in the dim torchlight, than anything the young Bedwyr had ever seen. With it was a rectangular piece of wood: two sticks side by side, curving at the ends in opposite directions. As soon as he took the piece out and saw that it was hinged, Luthien recognized it as a bow. He unfolded it, aligned the pieces, and found a pin hanging from a string on it that settled into a central notch and secured the weapon. A small compartment on one end concealed the bowstring of fine and strong gut.
Luthien drew out the silken cape and draped it around his shoulders, even putting up the hood. He picked the sack up next, inspecting it carefully to see if it held any more remarkable items.
It was truly empty, but Luthien then noticed a quiver beneath it, small and sleek and on a belt that would indicate it should be worn on the hip, not on the back. It contained only a handful of arrows. There was one more longer arrow lying next to it, a curious sight indeed, for the last few inches of the shaft, just below the small head, were cylindrical and nearly as thick as Luthien"s forearm. Surprisingly, the arrow still seemed somewhat balanced when Luthien picked it up. He studied it more closely and found that the notched end, near the fletching, was metallic, not wood, a counterbalance to the thick end near to the tip. Even with its balance, though, Luthien doubted that he could shoot the weighty and less-than-sleek arrow very far.
"You mean this very same wizard-type"s staff?" he heard Oliver shout out, drawing him from his contemplations. "Luthien?"
Luthien pushed back the cape"s hood and rushed to the large mound as Oliver slid the oaken staff down its side.
"Ah, there you are," the halfling remarked. He eyed Luthien suspiciously. The young Bedwyr put one arm on his hip, held the strange bow in the other and posed in the new cloak.
Oliver held his hands up, not knowing what he should say. "Now I might play," he replied instead, and he skittered down to the floor some distance to Luthien"s left.
Oliver stopped abruptly, staring down at the floor, caught by what appeared to be the shadows of a group of men, their arms held up in front of them as though warding away some danger. Oliver bent to touch the shadowy images, discovering to his horror that they were comprised of ashes.
"You know," the halfling began, standing straight and looking back at Luthien, "in Gascony we have tales of treasures such as this, and every time, they are accompanied by..."
The great mound of silver and gold shifted suddenly and fell apart, coins rattling and bouncing to every part of the large chamber. Oliver and Luthien looked up into the slitted eyes of a very angry dragon.
"Yes," the halfling finished, pointing at the great beast, "that is it."
Chapter 11.
BALTHAZAR.
Luthien had lived his life beside the oceans of the great whales, had seen the bodies of giants taken down from the mountains by his father"s soldiers, had nearly been bitten apart by the monstrous turtle in the other room. And he, like every other youth in Eriador and Avon, had heard many tales of the dragons and the brave men who slew them. But none of that could have prepared the young Bedwyr for this sight.
The great wyrm slowly uncoiled-was it a hundred feet long?-and rose up on its forelegs, towering over poor Oliver. Its yellow-green eyes shone like beacons, burning with inner fire, and its scales, reddish gold in hue and flecked with many coins and gemstones, which had become embedded during the beast"s long sleep, were as solid as a wall of iron. How many weapons did this monster possess? Luthien wondered, awe-stricken. Its claws appeared as though they could rend the stone, its abundant teeth gleamed like ivory, as long as Luthien"s sword, and its horns could skewer three men in a line. Luthien had heard tales of a dragon"s fiery breath. He knew then what had melted the ore in the walls near where he and Oliver had entered, and knew, too, that it wasn"t the turtle that had destroyed those stalagmites. The dragon had been there, four hundred years ago, and had taken out its frustration at being imprisoned.
And now it stood before Oliver, seething with rage.
"YOUR POCKETS BULGE WITH MY JEWELS, LITTLE THIEF!" the beast roared, the sheer strength of its voice blowing Oliver"s hat to the back of his head.
Oliver unconsciously dropped his hands into his pockets. He kept his wits enough to slip aside from the ashen remains, away from the one spot in this chamber that was relatively clear of dragon treasure.
Luthien stood open-mouthed, amazed that this reptilian beast had spoken. Of course, the dragons of the ancient tales spoke to the heroes, but Luthien had considered that an embellishment on the part of the tale-teller. To hear such a monster, a giant winged lizard, speaking the language of the land, was perhaps the most amazing thing of all.
"WELL?" the beast went on, still looking only at Oliver, as though it hadn"t yet even noticed Luthien. "DO YOU NOT WISH TO BEG MIGHTY BALTHAZAR FOR YOUR PITIFUL LIFE?"
"I only wish to stare at the magnificence before me," Oliver replied suddenly. "I came in to find, so I thought, only the treasure, and that was magnificent indeed. So very magnificent."
Luthien could hardly believe that the halfling would make any references to the treasure, especially with so much of it obviously in his pockets. He could hardly believe that Oliver found any voice at all in the face of that wyrm!
"But it was not thoughts of your treasure that brought me here, mighty Balthazar," the halfling went on, trying to appear at ease. "It was to beg sight of you, of course. To let my eyes bask in the magnificence of the legend. You have slept away the centuries-there are not so many dragons about these days."
"IF THERE WERE MORE DRAGONS, THEN THERE WOULD LIKELY BE FEWER THIEVES!" the dragon answered, but Luthien noticed that there was some measure of calm in the monster"s voice this time, as though Oliver"s compliments were having some minor effect. The young Bedwyr had heard, too, of the vanity of dragons-and by the tales, the greater the dragon, the greater its conceit.
"I must humbly accept your description," Oliver admitted, and began emptying his pockets. Coins and jewels bounced on the floor at his feet. "But I did not know that you were still to be about. I only found a turtle-in a lake not so far away. Not so great a beast, but since I have never seen a dragon, I thought that it might be you."
Luthien"s eyes widened, as did the dragon"s, and the young man thought the wyrm would snap its serpentine neck forward and swallow the halfling whole.
"You can imagine my great disappointment," Oliver went on, before the wyrm could move to strike. "I had heard so very much about Balthazar, but if that turtle was you, then I did not think you worthy of such a treasure. Now I see my error, of course." The halfling stuck his hand deep into a pocket and produced a large gem, as if to accentuate his point, and calmly tossed it onto the nearest pile of treasure.
Balthazar"s head swayed back and forth slowly, as if the beast was unsure of how to react. It stopped the motion briefly and sniffed the air, apparently catching a different scent.
"I do not wish to disturb your treasure and did not wish to disturb your sleep," Oliver said quickly, his facade of calm somewhat stripped away. "I only came to look upon you, that I might view the magnificence of a true dragon once in my-"
"LIAR!" Balthazar boomed, and Luthien"s ears hurt from the volume. "LIAR AND THIEF!"
"If you breathe at me, you will surely ruin so very much of your gold!" Oliver cried back, skittering to the coin pile. "Am I worth such a price?"
But Balthazar didn"t seem too worried about his treasure. It looked to Luthien as if the reptilian beast was actually smiling. It turned its head to put its huge maw directly in line with the halfling and hunched its armored shoulders so that its neck was partially coiled.
Then the beast straightened suddenly and sniffed again, and its great head snapped about-so quickly that the movement stole the strength from Luthien"s knees-and dropped its lamplight vision over the young man.
Luthien stood perfectly still, frozen with the most profound terror he had ever known. This was the fabled dragon-gaze, a spellbinding fear that often fell over those who looked into the eyes of such a beast, but like the tales of a dragon"s ability to speak, the young Bedwyr hadn"t fully appreciated the notion.
He appreciated it now, though. His mind screamed at him to throw aside his weapons and run away, and truly he wanted to, but his body would not move, could not move.
The dragon looked away, back to Oliver, who was staring in Luthien"s direction curiously.
"WHO IS WITH YOU?" the beast demanded.
"Not a one," Oliver answered firmly.
Luthien did not understand what they were talking about-they had both just looked right at him!
"LIAR!" Balthazar growled.
"You have already said that," Oliver replied. "Now, what are we to do? I have given back your treasure and I have gazed upon your magnificence. Are you to eat me, or am I to leave and tell all the world what a most magnificent dragon you truly are?"
The dragon backed off a bit, seeming perplexed.
"They have not seen you in four hundred years," Oliver explained. "The tales of Balthazar grow less, do not doubt. Of course, if I were to be gone from here, I could renew the legends."
Crafty Oliver! Luthien thought, and his admiration for the halfling increased a hundredfold in that moment. The mere fact that Oliver could speak under that terrible gaze impressed Luthien, whose own mouth was still cotton dry from fear.
The dragon issued a long and low growl. It sucked in its breath forcefully, straightening Oliver"s hat on his head.
"Ah, ah," the halfling teased, wagging a finger in the air before him. "Do not breathe or you will ruin so very much of your gold and silver co-ins."
Luthien could hardly believe it, but the halfling seemed to have this situation in hand. The young man drew strength from that fact and found that he could move his limbs once more.
But appearances could be deceiving when dealing with dragons. Balthazar was weighing the situation carefully, even considering the halfling"s offer to go out and spread anew the legend. Such tales would no doubt inspire others to come to the lair, would-be heroes and treasure seekers. The dragon wondered if that might be the way in which it would at last end its imprisonment and be free to fly about the land once more, feasting on whole villages of men.
In the end, though, lazy Balthazar decided that it really didn"t want to have to continually wake up and deal with upstart heroes. And Balthazar had already determined that this foppish halfling was a liar and a thief.
The wyrm"s head snapped forward, so quickly and terribly that Luthien cried out, thinking Oliver surely eaten. Up came the bow, Luthien nocking the strange arrow as he raised it.
Worldly Oliver, who had studied fighting tactics in the finest schools of Gascony, including tactics used against legendary beasts, was not caught unawares. He dove forward as the dragon"s head came down, drawing his rapier as he rolled. When he regained his feet, he prodded the blade straight up, but sighed resignedly as the slender blade bent nearly in half with no chance of penetrating the dragon"s armor.
Up reared Balthazar, swishing its great tail, beating its leathery wings so fiercely that the wind from them halted Oliver"s advance. Purple cape flying behind him, the halfling squinted against the onslaught and put his free hand on his hat to hold it in place.
That would have been the end of Oliver deBurrows, taken in the bite of a dragon"s mouth, but Luthien let fly the arrow, hoping and praying that it was something special.
It arced for the beast, then was deflected by the tremendous wind and seemed as if it would hit nothing but the floor. It never made it that far, exploding unexpectedly in midair.
Rockets squealed and bursts of multicolored sparkles filled the chamber. b.a.l.l.s of sizzling light whooshed out in wobbling lines, one heading straight for Balthazar"s face and forcing the dragon to dodge to the side. A red flare rocketed straight up and blew apart with a tremendous, resounding explosion that shook the chamber, rattled the coins and gems and nearly knocked Luthien from his feet.
Balthazar"s protesting roar joined in the echoes and squeals.
Oliver had the presence of mind to run off under that cover, thinking quickly enough to bend and scoop Brind"Amour"s oaken staff as he pa.s.sed it. He ran straight for Luthien and would have run by, but the young man reached out and grabbed the staff, which was nearly twice the stumbling halfling"s height.
Oliver cried out as if struck, then opened his eyes wide, realizing that it was only Luthien. He willingly gave over the staff and ran on, grabbing the torch, the young man right beside him.
Balthazar roared again, as the two exited the chamber, and loosed a line of fiery breath.
Luthien and Oliver were around the corner in time, but deflected flames licked at their backsides and prodded them along; the stone of the corner crackled and melted away. Luthien couldn"t resist the urge to look back and see the bared fury of the mighty dragon. Oliver tugged him along fiercely, suspecting that even the slightest delay would put them right in the middle of Balthazar"s next flaming blast.
The rocket fanfare continued in the treasure chamber. Above it, the fleeing companions heard the sc.r.a.ping tumult of the dragon"s stubborn pursuit.
"THERE IS NOWHERE TO RUN, THIEVES!" Balthazar roared. The great wyrm entered the corridor, claws digging into the stone so that it could pull its huge ma.s.s along and breathing forth its deadly breath once more.
Luthien and Oliver were long gone, down the pa.s.sage and through the next chamber. Luthien thought of turning with the bow and putting a few shots behind him, but he scowled at his own stupidity, wondering what those little arrows were supposed to do against the likes of the armored dragon. He popped the pin out of the bow instead, folded it, and tucked it into his new belt, near the small quiver.
The companions continued to widen their lead, the dragon"s bulk working against it in the narrow corridors, but then they came to the one barrier-the underground pool-where Balthazar would have a tremendous advantage.
Luthien started to the right, toward the ledge, though he knew that they could not possibly get all the way along its narrow length before the dragon caught up to them. He saw that the rope was still on this side, still loosely looped about the boulders, and so he turned and went for that instead.
Rope in one hand, Brind"Amour"s staff in the other, he climbed the highest rock he could find and bade Oliver to scramble atop his shoulders.
"You will have to get up higher if you wish to swing across!" the halfling pointed out, and Luthien, looking all about for sight of the turtle, handed the staff to the halfling. The young man reached up as high as he could along the rope"s length, bent his knees and tensed his legs.
A roar from the corridor behind them launched Luthien into action. He leaped from the rock as high as he could, scrambled hand over hand to get as high a grip on the rope as possible, and tucked his legs under him as he and Oliver swung out over the pool.
They weren"t even near the middle when the drag on the trailing rope slowed them and Luthien"s legs splashed into the water. Knowing what was to come, the desperate man climbed, hand over hand, to pull himself out of the hot pool, then kept climbing, remembering the awful reach of the giant turtle.
The weight as they came out of the water halted their swing altogether, and the two began to rotate slowly as the rope untwisted.
"I do not so much like this," Oliver remarked.
"Give me the staff," Luthien replied, and the halfling gladly handed it over, using the opportunity of two free hands to scramble a bit higher on Luthien"s shoulders. Oliver was already thinking that if the turtle snapped at Luthien, he might be able to leap atop the thing"s back and run toward the far sh.o.r.e, then spring out and swim for his life.
He hated the notion of leaving Luthien behind, though, for he had taken a sincere liking to this brave young human.
Luthien, hooking his ankles around the rope and hanging on with one free hand, unexpectedly began to loop himself about the rope, increasing the swing and nearly dislodging Oliver from his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" the halfling demanded.
"At least this will be safe," Luthien answered, and as he came around, he used the momentum of the swing to aid his throw and hurled Brind"Amour"s staff toward the far sh.o.r.e.
It skipped off the last few feet of water and settled, floating near the bank.
"I thought you meant to try to use the silly thing!" Oliver protested. He ended with a squeal as a loud roar told him that Balthazar was entering the chamber.
"How would I know how to use a wizard"s staff?" Luthien quipped back.
"You would not," came an unexpected answer from the sh.o.r.e. The two hanging companions looked over to see Brind"Amour calmly bending over the water to retrieve his valued item. As the rope rotated, the two then saw Balthazar come up to the other sh.o.r.eline.
"Caught in line between a wizard and a dragon," Oliver remarked. "This is not my very best day."
Luthien grabbed on tight and tried to steady the rope, looking from one powerful adversary to the other. Balthazar issued a long, low growl at the sight of the wizard, and Luthien did not doubt that the dragon remembered well that day four hundred years before, when Brind"Amour and his cohorts had sealed the cave.
"In Gascony, we have always found wizard-types to be amusing, if a bit benign," Oliver remarked, seeming not so optimistic despite Brind"Amour"s appearance.
"Go back to your hole!" Brind"Amour called to the wyrm.
"WITH YOUR BONES!" came the not-surprising reply.
Brind"Amour thrust his staff before him, and crackling bolts of black energy shot out from its end. Luthien and Oliver both cried out, thinking that they would be caught in the barrage, but the wizard"s bolts arced around them and sizzled unerringly into the dragon and the stones around the beast.
The dragon roared in protest; rocks exploded, and parts of the ceiling fell in, engulfing Balthazar in a cloud of dust and debris.
"In Gascony, we could be wrong," Oliver admitted, and both he and Luthien dared to hope that Brind"Amour had won the day.
Neither of them had dealt with a dragon before. As soon as the energy was expended, the debris settling to the floor, Balthazar reared up and shook himself free of it, looking more angry than ever but hardly wounded. If he had not been so amazed, Luthien would have let go of the rope and let himself and Oliver splash into the protection of the pool, but he was too entranced to move as Balthazar"s great head shot forward and his mouth opened wide, sending out a line of white-hot flames.
Brind"Amour had already enacted his next spell, though, and like a great rolling wave, the water between the companions and the wyrm rose up suddenly in a blocking wall.