He had commanded them to be wary of all directions, but no one save those who had been involved with the capture of the first Quel could have understood the speed at which they could burst through the earth and strike at their foes. Suddenly there was a huge, taloned hand erupting from the tunnel floor. It took hold of the ankle of the nearest soldier and withdrew as swiftly as it had come. That the hole that had been created was far too small for the human form did not matter. The helpless raider was pulled as far as the gap in the floor allowed and then pulled farther.
It was not a pleasant sight, but it gave D"Marr new respect for the strength of the overgrown armadillos.
"Leave it," he warned the two who started to reach for the remains in some vain hope that there was still a chance. "I want spears and torches ready." He had had some of the men bring light spears, weapons about a foot longer than a short sword and quite useful in tight areas. As light as they were, the spears were very, very sharp and highly resilient. "Right flank watch right wall and ceiling. Left flank watch left wall and floor. The man who misses the next one will not have to fear death at the beasts" claws. I shall be more than happy to oblige him myself."
Yet, even as he spoke, another arm burst through the wall across from him, seizing the nearest man by the throat and bringing his head hard against the rock face. The crack and snap echoed throughout the cavern, then was drowned out by the noises of belated action as the raiders closest tried to cut the hand of the creature off. One man managed to slice the back of the huge paw, but the digger quickly retreated into the earth.
How do they move through it so quickly? It might as well be water the way they come and go! There was only a small, collapsed hole to mark where the second attack had originated from.
He did not have time to consider the matter further, for the third attack was directed at him. D"Marr was turning when the talons came shooting from the wall next to him. With a swiftness he did not know he had, the officer ducked back. Even still, his reaction was nearly too slow. Huge claws slashed at his jaw, leaving a b.l.o.o.d.y trail. His sword was up in almost the same instant. The raider had the great satisfaction of watching the blade cut up through the arm just past the wrist of his attacker. A shower of blood drenched his breastplate.
The Quel"s arm shook, its actions nearly twisting the sword free of D"Marr"s grip. He took hold of it with both hands and held on for dear life. One of the soldiers raised his own weapon and brought it down on the still exposed limb. The armored hide of the Quel was thick, but not thick enough. The edge of the sword embedded itself in the arm, causing a new shower of blood.
The attacker tried to withdraw, but the swords prevented that. A soldier with a spear moved forward and thrust into the hole. D"Marr again wondered at the vast stamina and strength of the armored beast. Even as badly wounded as the Quel had to be, there was no sign of weakness.
The wall before him shattered, pelting men with bits of rock. The Quel, unable to retreat into the earth, had chosen to come to them instead.
The subterranean dweller filled the pa.s.sage. D"Marr could not tell whether it was male, like the first, or female and did not really care. As an it, the Quel was terrible enough. With its good arm, it took the man with the spear and threw him into the soldiers behind him. The raider with the sword had wisely retreated already. D"Marr released his hold on his own weapon, having realized that he would be next if he insisted on maintaining his grip any longer. The young officer had no delusions that he could take on one of the beasts singlehanded.
Still . . . he reached for the rod by his side even as the Quel pawed at the blade buried in its wrist. Both arm wounds still bled profusely but the monster moved as if nothing were wrong.
"Don"t just gawk! Bring the spears in!"
There was a scream and then much commotion farther down the line. The Quel were no longer attacking one at a time. He had no time to concern himself with the others, however, for the one who had tried to kill him evidently was intent on completing its task. D"Marr suspected that the creatures had known all along that he was the leader of the invading force. The initial attacks might even have been made so that they could better locate him among the rest. He suspected that the Quel relied greatly on their sense of hearing or some similar trait when they moved through the ground.
With a loud, long hoot, the monster swung at him with one huge paw. D"Marr ducked away and pulled his staff free of his belt. He held the long rod before him. Several men with spears had now closed on the Quel. Two feinted from the left of the huge digger. When the Quel turned toward them, those on the right jabbed with their own spears. One caught the ma.s.sive creature in the arm that had been wounded. This time, D"Marr"s adversary unleashed a shrill, unmistakable cry of agony. While it was thus occupied, the other lancers also attacked. Three spears penetrated the armored hide of the Quel.
So you do have a soft sh.e.l.l in places, the Aramite officer noted with some satisfaction. Like the creature it resembled, the Quel had less protection near the stomach region. That was not to say it was not protected well there, for two of the spears had snapped in that initial thrust, but of necessity the subterranean monster could not have as thick and hard a sh.e.l.l as it wore on its back. D"Marr had suspected as much from his time with the prisoner, but knew better than to trust that all the creatures were built the same way.
The Quel was staggering now, even its great stamina unable to compensate for the many dripping wounds. It took one last swipe at him and then began to back into the wall from which it had emerged.
"You"ll not be leaving us so soon," hissed D"Marr. He thrust at the retreating Quel with his rod.
The wounded creature"s howl shook the tunnel and echoed on and on long after the huge figure had collapsed to its knees.
Orril D"Marr touched the tip of the rod to the armored head. He smiled with grim satisfaction as the Quel shivered, hooted mournfully, and finally slumped.
"Yesss . . . I thought all it needed was a little adjustment." He looked from his conquered foe to his favorite toy. With the prisoner, he had overcompensated with the rod, killing the Quel. The short staff was a magical tool that he had inherited from his late predecessor, who had, in turn, paid dearly to have a sorcerer not of the keeper caste create it. It had thirty-two levels of pain, many of which could kill. The captive Quel had died from level twenty-one. He had given this one level twenty. D"Marr was quite pleased. Lord D"Farany would want hostages to question. It would make up for his earlier overzealousness.
The raider leader turned to aid in the other attacks, only to find that there were no longer any. He summoned one of the lesser officers.
The wolf raider, a bearded veteran named D"Roch who, like most of the men, had to look down at D"Marr, saluted him and nervously explained, "They simply withdrew, my lord. Right after that beast you took down howled."
It seemed odd that they would abandon the attack simply because one of their number had fallen. Such cowardice went against the Aramite way. "How many were there?"
"Counting yours, sir, four."
"Four?" D"Marr frowned slightly. They had only dared expend four of their kind in defense of the tunnel against a force the size of his? There was a piece of the puzzle missing. "This place is too lightly defended."
It was clear that the other officer did not think so, but he was wise enough not to say anything.
A soldier returned D"Marr"s sword, carefully cleansed of all blood, to him. The young raider inspected the weapon, then sheathed it. The rod would serve him better, it seemed. With the blade, he would be dead long before he finished hacking up one of the beasts. They now feared the rod and D"Marr enjoyed nothing more than wielding fear.
He glanced down at the Quel. It still lived, if only barely. "Bind that thing tight and put it somewhere safe. Lord D"Farany may desire to see it."
D"Roch saluted. "Yes, sir."
"Re-form ranks. I see no reason why we shouldn"t continue on, do you?"
"No, sir. At once, sir."
He had them under way in little more than a minute. They continued on down the pa.s.sage, ever wandering deeper and deeper into the bowels of the earth. Once more, the trek became quiet, uneventful. The wolf raiders remained wary, however, for they had fallen prey to that trap once already.
D"Marr tapped the side of the rod against his leg. Where are you, you cowardly monsters? Come out and play with me!
The men began to mutter among themselves. There were whispers of plots involving the collapse of the entire length of the tunnel. The notion had entered D"Marr"s mind earlier, but he had felt no need to mention it. Lord D"Farany had given a command and it was their duty to obey. Now, destroying the pa.s.sageway did not even seem a likely trick, for if they had wanted to do it, he was certain that the Quel would have been better off if they had collapsed the pa.s.sage earlier. They had not done so, preferring to risk themselves in more personal a.s.saults that, to him, indicated again that something was amiss.
It was at the end of the pa.s.sage that he found the first clue to the truth. The cavern that suddenly materialized before them took everyone by surprise, so accustomed had the raiders become to the narrow tunnel by that point. D"Marr pushed his way past the foremost rank and stared, his eyes drinking in everything. The mask of indifference barely remained in place, for although he had had time to contemplate the world of the Quel, the Aramite had failed to fully imagine its scope.
In a cavern that was nearly a world of its own, the vast city of the subterranean race silently greeted its invaders.
Enough of it resembled a human city that they understood instantly what it was. There were buildings that rose several stories and paths that could only be roads of a sort. Everything had been carved from the very rock. The path on which D"Marr found himself standing circled around the edges of the expansive cave. At various points, new tunnels branched off into the earth.
There was one peculiarity that would forever forbid anyone from thinking that humans had built this place, for while with great effort it would have been possible for men to carve out part of the city in the cavern walls, no human would have been able to live in places turned at such haphazard angles as these. Hundreds of gaps and outcroppings had been turned into tunnels and quite obvious living quarters, but to utilize them, the inhabitants would have had to virtually hang by their feet and hands at all times at heights that would have meant instant death to even the hardiest. Only creatures with long claws that could dig into rock would be able to make use of so peculiar a design. Only something like a Quel could call this home.
That the invaders could see all of this was the result of yet another marvel. Even despite the fact that they were likely hundreds of feet below the surface, the vast cave glowed as if the sun itself shone above the city. Instead of a burning orb, however, a fantastic array of crystals somehow gave off enough light to fill the chamber with day. Gazing up at them, Orril D"Marr knew that they were somehow linked to the outside, that, in a sense, the sun did shine on this subterranean spectacle.
"It appears to be a little larger than we expected," D"Marr muttered to no one in particular. He was beginning to appreciate the Quel and what they had accomplished. He was also beginning to appreciate what he had been sent to face by Lord D"Farany.
Granting him command of the a.s.sault forces had not been so much a reward for the information he had recovered from the captive, but rather a punishment for killing the beast before all his knowledge could have been squeezed from him.
Somewhere, he was certain, the blue man was laughing.
As the wonder of the place faded, the reality of what he saw finally sank into D"Marr"s mind. Where are they? Where are the cursed little beasts?
"D"Roch."
"Yes, sir?"
"Tell me what you see."
The other raider frowned, not certain whether he was the focus of some game his superior was playing. He studied the city for a moment, hesitated, and then replied, "I see a vast underground city, the home of those abominations. It seems to be empty, but that shouldn"t be surprising since we"ve broken through their defenses."
All in all, it was not a bad summation; the only one that could be given. Yet, it did not wholly describe what D"Marr saw and felt when he stared at the city of the Quel. "Nothing more?"
"Nothing."
"And how long ago would you say that it had been abandoned? Minutes? An hour?"
D"Roch squinted as he studied the sight before him again. With great trepidation, the older raider answered, "It seems . . . it seems longer, sir. It seems . . . much longer."
Slowly Orril D"Marr walked along the edge of the path. He tapped the head of the scepter lightly against the rock wall. After he had surveyed all he had desired to, the Aramite commander turned his bland visage back to his men. His voice was nearly a whisper. "Much longer, indeed. Look carefully at the dust, at the wear and tear that even a place buried so deep in the earth cannot escape. Think in terms of years. Try, perhaps, even centuries."
There was confusion among the ranks. Word began to filter back. D"Roch and the other officers looked at one another, then at D"Marr.
He laughed then. It was not a pleasant sound, even to his ears, but he could not resist. When D"Marr realized that the others did not understand, he pointed at the city. "You unmitigated oafs! Look at our enemy! There he is! A city of the dead where maybe a handful of survivors still play with the power of their race! We are an army fighting the skeleton of a race!"
They still did not understand, he saw. D"Marr shook his head. He suspected now that there were probably no more than a dozen or so of the Quel, maybe even less. It would explain why only four had attacked them in the cramped quarters of the tunnel when a dozen, a hundred, could possibly have even eradicated them. He thought he understood why they had not collapsed the tunnel; they did not have the strength.
It was possible his suppositions were off the mark, but he was certain he was close. There was only one way to find out. The wolf raider glanced at each of the branch tunnels breaking off from the path circling the city. Most of them were exceedingly ordinary, but one to the right was wider and higher and D"Marr almost thought he saw some light source within.
"Re-form line. Single file," he called back. Then, without waiting to see if they had obeyed his command, D"Marr started toward the other branch. "Follow me."
There was a light source at the other end of the tunnel. The pa.s.sage itself was not a long one, not after the first one, and it was wide enough to let four men pa.s.s side by side without being cramped. He had the officers redivide the ranks to accommodate, then pressed on. The glow teased him, taunted him. He was near to the truth, of that he was certain.
As if to add credence to his belief, the Quel renewed their attack.
The ceiling collapsed in the center of the tunnel, crushing several men and battering a number of others. From the hole dropped three of the armored leviathans, long, wicked battle-axes in their paws. Even as their feet touched ground, the Quel were swinging their weapons, taking full advantage of the wider and higher dimensions of this pa.s.sage.
D"Marr cursed as the nearest ranks were decimated by the horrendous onslaught of the trio. With their tremendous reach and long weapons, the Quel had an advantage that not even the spears could overcome.
There are only three, he scolded himself. Only three.
Three they might be, but they were worth three times their number even without the advantages of their weapons. Two of the creatures were pushing back the men advancing into the tunnel while the third dealt with those, like D"Marr, who had been in front of the attempted cave-in.
Still, Orril D"Marr had planned for even worse than this. It was annoying that the creatures had already wreaked such havoc, but it had not been entirely unexpected. Having hunted one Quel, he had devised ways of dealing with them . . . if his men were still capable of following commands.
"D"Roch!" He searched for the other officer and found his battered corpse half buried under the rock from the collapse. D"Roch had probably not even seen his end coming. The loss was more of an annoyance than anything else; it meant that he would have to do the work himself.
Scepter in hand, he moved closer to the battle and shouted, "Keep the lines steady! Get the nets up front!"
A quick glance at the lancers showed that they had already spread out as best they could along the length of the tunnel. His own side was in a much worse position. He had only a few lancers and one of those died, his breastplate and chest sliced open like a piece of fruit, even as D"Marr looked on. His side also had none of the nets, for the men carrying those had perished with D"Roch in the tunnel collapse. There were, however, men with torches. Most of them were using the flames much the way D"Marr planned to, but with far less results than he hoped to have. The frustrated officer grabbed one of the men in the back and pulled him close.
"You"ll die wasting your time and mine like that, you lackhead! There"s a better way! Give me that!" He hooked the rod back onto his belt and stripped the blazing torch from the soldier"s hand. With his other hand, he reached into one of the small pouches that most raiders wore on their belts. From it, D"Marr removed a tiny leather bag with a single, thin string attached to the top. It was something he had been toying with just prior to Lord D"Farany"s decision to take the three ships and flee to the western edge of the Dragonrealm. He had experimented with three just like it only recently . . . and they had performed with perfection, enabling him to scuttle the vast raider ships virtually on his own.
As he adjusted the string, he calmly told the soldier, "Tell them to retreat three steps. Quickly if you please."
D"Marr gave the man the count of five to warn his fellows, then lit the string. It sizzled and began burning down, the flame edging closer and closer to the bag and its contents. When he was satisfied that the string had burned low enough, the Aramite let the small pouch fly.
His aim, of course, was flawless. The bag struck the Quel in the chest, then fell to the ground. D"Marr was pleased to note that the beast"s reaction was what he would have expected from a human. The armored creature paused to glance down at the insignificant object, likely both puzzled and amused by the harmless a.s.sault.
The bag promptly exploded.
It was a much smaller amount than he had used on each of the ships, but it was still enough to tear the Quel to pieces. D"Marr brought his cloak up to avoid the majority of bits that he and his men were showered with. He smiled as he saw that he had been correct; the blast had not been strong enough to further weaken the ceiling. It would have been a bit embarra.s.sing.
To his surprise, however, there was a second benefit to his attack of genius. The remaining Quel were on their knees, their weapons forgotten and their heads almost buried in the tunnel floor. They were hooting madly and rocking back and forth, clawing at the ground.
D"Marr was not one too slow to act when good fortune came his way. "Get the nets in fast while they"re stunned. Do hurry."
The agonized creatures were still trouble despite their present state and for a short time he was tempted to take the scepter to each one in order to hurry things. Finally, when it became apparent that the injured Quel would indeed soon be nicely bound and out of the way, the wolf raider turned his attention to the haunting glow mere yards from him. Without hesitation, D"Marr started toward it, his sub-officers quickly following after, albeit with much more trepidation.
We"ve stepped into the heart of a diamond, was his first thought as he froze at the entrance to the chamber. Nothing else he had seen in the glittering realm of Legar, or anywhere else, for that matter, could have prepared him for this. Is there no end to your surprises, Dragonrealm? First, a glittering land, then a city beneath the surface, and now . . . this.
The walls were covered almost entirely in crystal, save where three other tunnels led off to other parts of the Quel domain. It was obvious that nature had not created this marvel. There were too many patterns, too many intricate designs, for it to be pure chance. The gemstones also came in a variety of colors that could never have formed together. Staring at it, D"Marr was reminded of the empty city and its light source. The crystals there had been arranged so that the subterranean dwellers could bring the sun to their world. Who was to say that this was not similar?
All this pa.s.sed through the Aramite"s mind in the s.p.a.ce of a breath. It was during the second that he noticed the Quel.
The hulking creature leaned across a platform of sorts upon which had been placed a large gem that was in turn surrounded by an array of smaller crystals. The Quel, a male, D"Marr judged, was waving his clawed hands above the arrangement in what was most definitely a desperate manner. Inhuman eyes glared back at the intruders, specifically the young officer. The creature was saying something, his hooting rising and falling with a rhythm that made it impossible not to listen. D"Marr was struck by the nagging thought that the Quel was working to keep their attention.
"I"m afraid that won"t work," he quietly informed the armored underdweller. He knew that the Quel understood him by the narrowing of his black orbs. "Your power has been smothered by my Lord D"Farany"s might." The raider commander inclined his head toward the officers to his left side. "Take him. Kill him if need be."
As the wolf raiders rushed toward him, the Quel made one last pa.s.s over the crystal.
It glimmered. Only for a second, but it glimmered. The spell cast by Lord D"Farany still held, but D"Marr knew it must be weakening badly for something to happen this soon. It was fortunate, he thought, that they had not met any more resistance than they had. The power the beasts controlled was even greater than he had a.s.sumed.
The Quel hooted in satisfaction, then stepped away as he was surrounded. Unlike his fellows, he made no move to resist. At another time, Orril D"Marr would have been amused by the absurd sight of the creature calmly holding out his huge arms to be bound, but the Quel"s note of triumph disturbed his sensibilities. He studied the chamber carefully, seeking what clue he could not say.
Then it came to him that there were only two other tunnel entrances besides his own. When he had scanned the chamber earlier, D"Marr had been certain that there had been three. He turned to the nearest man and asked, "How many ways out of here were there when you came in?"
Looking puzzled and nervous, the soldier glanced around and answered, "I see two, my lord. Besides the one we entered by."
"That"s not what I asked." It was futile to explain, the young raider decided. Instead, he stalked over to the area where he recalled the missing entrance being and placed a hand against the wall. It was very solid. D"Marr ran his hand along the crystal, searching for anything that seemed not quite right. As far as he could discover, however, it was very, very real.
Taking the rod, he tapped lightly on the wall. A quiet but solid thud argued against there being a thin, false part.i.tion before him. This was a barrier of rock and crystal and a very thick one at that.
He was tempted to test its strength against one of his exploding bags, but knew that the Pack Leader would never forgive him if the chamber was damaged.
"You have my congratulations, Orril."
His round visage carefully ba.n.a.l, D"Marr turned and saluted his master. He nearly grimaced when he saw that the blue man was with the Pack Leader. "I thank you, Lord D"Farany."
The Aramite leader walked slowly into the room, his unnerving features fairly aglow with delight. "Yesss, this is it! This is what I felt!" He put a hand on the platform that the Quel had vacated. "A bit of study . . . and then we shall put it to use."
D"Marr glanced at the Quel as Lord D"Farany finished speaking. If it was possible for one of the monsters to look almost smug, then this creature was exactly that. You have a secret, my little beast, and it"s yours for now. Enjoy that time. When the opportunity arises, I"ll take that secret of yours and everything else your mind holds.
He would be more careful than with the last one. This time, D"Marr would not let death rescue his prisoner. This time, he would squeeze every bit of knowledge from the beast no matter how long it took and how much pain it meant.
As his eyes returned to the glittering wall, he met his own gaze. The multifaceted crystals made the face behind the gaze a twisted, distorted thing, a creature almost as inhuman in appearance as the Quel . . . and far, far darker within.
IV.