"Can you see how to open the d.a.m.n thing?"
Jodi and I studied the area for a few minutes. Then she pointed; after a moment, I nodded. Like their less warlike brethren, the Lisharithada tried to use natural approaches even to technological problems. There were, barely visible from where we stood, a pair of channels in the stone floor where water could run down and into holes in the wall. The channels actually connected with each other, but there was a stone that sat-perfectly fitted-in the connection area, preventing water from the one channel from reaching the other. Just moving that stone would divert the water from the first channel to the second, presumably causing something to fill with water and lever the door aside.
There was no way we could avoid causing some kind of stir here, but maybe we could still avoid combat. Moving carefully around the guards, I positioned myself near the door, while Jodi walked over and considered the fitted stone. I saw her shrug, then stick the claw end of her crowbar in and lever the stone out. To my surprise, she then picked the stone up and carried it over, joining me by the door. Jodi"s a big woman, and because of her very active lifestyle she"s a lot stronger than her slender build would lead you to think. Still, I wouldn"t have thought she could handle that large a stone so readily.
I didn"t give it much thought, however, because I was watching to see how the Lisharithada would react. As far as I could tell, we weren"t so much invisible as just effectively a blind spot in their field of vision. Humans have a blind spot in each eye, but we virtually never notice them. Our brains cover up their existence, filling in the area with appropriately non-distracting "stuff" so we perceive our field of view as being complete and uninterrupted even though there"s a significant hole in it. Apparently the same phenomenon applied here. They simply weren"t aware that anything was happening where we were.
"Why didn"t you just move it to the "open" position?"
"Because I could just see the comedy routine if I did! They can"t see me, right? So they see the water going, come over to check it out, I back away so they don"t go blind and realize what"s up, they push it back in place, door doesn"t finish opening, I schlep back over and push the rock: lather, rinse, repeat."
By now the guards had noticed the water flow had shifted and were gathering around the valve area. I couldn"t understand the words, but the tones were so very familiar I could almost interpret it anyway.
What the heck"s going on? Hey, where"s the d.a.m.n rock? Who"s the joker? Dammit, that"s going to stick the door open!
And open was exactly what the door was doing, rising up smoothly on its unseen lever arm which was now weighted down by the water pouring into some hidden bucket. I had to concede Jodi had done the right thing. Given how ponderously slow these doors opened, we"d never have gotten it open wide enough to get through without Jodi"s tactic, at least not without ending up having to lay the guards out. "Good call, Jodi."
Jodi looked smug. She does "smug" awfully well, too; it"s probably her worst major character flaw.
The new tunnel branched out to left and right; we took the right-hand branch, which was narrower than the tunnels we"d been in earlier. Jodi stowed away the crowbar and got the longer, straighter rod of steel that she"d made up for a weapon-like a blunt sword with a wooden and leather-wrapped handle. There weren"t quite as many Lisharithada in this corridor as there had been in the other, but it was enough smaller that neither of us had much hope we could continue undetected for very long. We were getting close to the ritual area, though. Just maybe we"d get away with it.
Suddenly a mob of fifteen of them came charging down towards us, weapons out.
I was in the lead. They were coming so fast I figured I could hurdle the first line of them and sow confusion in the middle, so I jumped just as they got to me.
I d.a.m.n near cracked my head open on the cavern roof, which wasn"t less than twenty feet up. I was so completely stunned that I landed like a sack of potatoes. I had to be helped up by Jodi, who had followed my example but kept her head a bit more.
I looked back; we had leapt completely over the entire troop, which was continuing on its headlong charge. Whatever they were after, it wasn"t us. "Son of a . . . How the h.e.l.l did we do that?!"
"Well, isn"t it obvious, genius? That H"adamant stuff works! How else do you think I could have hauled that b.l.o.o.d.y great stone. What? Do I look like a lady weightlifter?"
The look of chagrin combined with outrage on Jodi"s face was comical, even under the circ.u.mstances. With her elegant, fine-boned features, she looks about as far removed from "lady weightlifter" as possible.
But I didn"t dare even crack a smile. "This could take some getting used to," I said gruffly. "We"d better be careful about really pushing ourselves."
"Wonder where those guys were going?"
I thought about it. "Only one real possibility, I"d guess: Rokhaset"s kept his word and followed our timing. They"re drawing off the Lisharithada"s forces. Who else could be down here that they"d be chasing with armed men?"
"Point. Unless they have really tough mice."
The hallway curved around a bit farther to the right. As we rounded the corner, we could see our luck had just run out.
The next room-a pretty darn large one, decorated with flowstone and helict.i.tes in one corner-was filled with Lisharithada, all armed, ready for the Nomes to try their a.s.sault. There was no way we could cross that room without fighting. Even with the superhuman strength the H"adamant elixir seemed to have conferred on us, we couldn"t even jump halfway across, and we"d get way too close to a lot of them on the way for them to ignore it.
"This is it, Jodi."
She took a firm grip on the handle of her weapon. "You know, we don"t actually have any proof that these are the bad guys."
"What?"
"Rokhaset seems nice and all, but he could still be handing us a line. Or even just turning things around. His people could be the ones making the quakes, and these guys the poor schmucks he"s setting up for the fall."
I stared at her with my mouth open for a moment. "Well, G.o.dd.a.m.n it, girl, y"all chose a h.e.l.l of a time t" come up with that theory!"
She shook her head. "I don"t really believe it myself, Clint . . . but, oy vey, we"re here about to declare war on a bunch of people we"ve never met, all on the say-so of someone we just met day before yesterday."
I guess I wouldn"t have been so aggravated if I didn"t share her worry, somewhere deep down. We really didn"t have any proof of what Rokhaset said, and with the makatdireskovi"s demonstrated ability to interpret and help Rokhaset express our language like a native-born actor . . .
"So what th" h.e.l.l do y"all want to do? Sorry, Jodi, but-d.a.m.nation! Ain"t we kind of committed now?"
We dodged a couple runners coming from the other direction. Jodi bit her lip. "I guess we are. I just . . . it hit me, when we were about to walk in and start beating up these poor schlemiels who can"t even see us."
We"d been so focused on our dilemma that we"d only subconsciously noted the increase in the gabbling language around us. Now it reached a crescendo that broke through our indecision as, suddenly, another detachment of Lisharithada burst out of the room in front of us.
There was no chance to dodge or jump. They plowed straight into Jodi and me, knocking us down before they tumbled to the ground themselves in blinded consternation. Scrambling to my feet, I swung my steel at the next Lisharithada soldier with all my strength.
The bar bent on impact as though it"d been a willow wand instead of a half-inch of spring steel, picked up the rock-man and flung him a full ten feet backward. A crumpled, oozing line showed where the steel had caught him, as my weapon rebounded into straightness again. Jodi"s matching blow knocked over her opponent and the two behind him. Crystal-edged swords chopped blindly at us. I parried one so hard it shattered, raining stone fragments everywhere, but a second one, swung flat and hard, got through my guard.
I staggered sideways, my side on fire. "That hurt!" I snarled, and backhanded the Lisharithada who"d hit me hard enough to send him tumbling head over heels. They were trying to crowd in and find us, and I figured giving them that advantage would be bad. "Jodi-into the big cave!"
"Got you!"
We could maneuver better in there, even though there were more opponents. With our height, reach, and effective invisibility-not to mention our magnified strength-our weapons started to take an awful toll. Every swing I made put one of the enemy down-broken legs, shattered chests, crushed skull or arms-and Jodi matched me swing for swing. Worse for them, even when they hit us it didn"t smash our bones or cut our limbs off. The blows stung, sometimes really hurt, and I could feel bruises, but nothing at all like the damage they ought to be doing. Two of their guard-seradatho scuttled towards me, met the steel coming the other way and flew twisting through the air, shedding pieces as they went.
There was something utterly macabre and horrid about it all. These rock-men were desperately fighting something they couldn"t see, something even stronger and tougher than they were-that killed and maimed them, broke their weapons, moved like lightning, and smashed aside any defense. I felt a little sick as we continued to fight our way towards the far side of the room, where just one door stood between us and the ritual room Rokhaset had told us we would find. Even if we were fighting enemies of our people, this was their home, and we were the invaders, slaughtering them without warning, without even showing them the faces of their adversaries. It was as if Jodi and I were the monsters in some kind of underground legend-the rock-people"s equivalent of trolls or werewolves.
Still, sheer numbers count for an awful lot. For every one I took down, I could see another one running forward-sometimes two. And while one blow from their weapons wasn"t enough to take us down-or even five-in the end you can beat a man to death with a rolled-up newspaper if you hit him often enough.
Two more Lisharithada went down, then three of them jumped me and I staggered. A fourth, knocked reeling by Jodi, fell down and tripped me. The three on top were blind, but now they could feel someone under them. They were punching and kicking for all they were worth, their shrieks carrying terror and revulsion along with anger.
"Clint!" I heard Jodi scream, and a barrage of impacts erupted from her direction. Two of the ones on me suddenly departed involuntarily, and the third let go and backed off. I got painfully to my feet and smacked a seradatho into its handlers.
Jodi"s eyes held a desperation I"d never seen before. "We"re not going to make it, tei-yerinkeh." She almost never used that word; it meant "sweetheart" or "dearest one," but it was a private thing, a silly little private word we used only alone together.
I looked over my shoulder. We weren"t even halfway across the room, and in the dimming light-half the LEDs on our lights were broken now-it looked like even more Lisharithada were coming in to reinforce the others. She was probably right . . . The ring of Lisharithada that had drawn away for a moment was gathering itself for another lunge.
I shook my head. "Maybe, but d.a.m.n-all if I"m givin" up." I hit the transducer switch. "YEEE-HA! C"mon, then, let"s see if y"all can take a Slade!"
And in the stunned moment as the Lisharithada heard our voices for the first time, another voice boomed out from across the great cavern:
"Well said and well met again, Clinton Slade!"
14. The Sound of Music
No sound had ever been so welcome as that deep, rea.s.suring voice. "Rokhaset! You made it!" Jodi shouted triumphantly, taking three Lisharithada out with the accompanying swing.