Kender, Gully Dwarves And Gnomes t1-2

by Margaret Weis

  Strong hands held him. Blinking, clearing the mist from his eyes, Palin looked down to see himself reflected in the bright, dark, cunning eyes of the dwarf. "Steady, laddie," said Dougan, "you're flying high, too high for one whose wings have just sprouted."

  "Leave me alone!" Palin cried, pulling away from the dwarf's grip. "You want the gem yourself!"

  "Aye, laddie," said Dougan softly, stroking his black beard. "And I have a right to it. I'm the ONLY one who has a right to it, in fact!"

  "Might makes right, dwarf," Palin said with a sneer. Picking up his staff, he started to walk toward the door. "Coming?" he asked Tanin coldly, "or must I bring you along as I'm carrying that great oaf!" Gesturing toward Sturm, he drew the young man toward him with a motion of his hand. Twisting his head, Sturm gazed back at Tanin in fear and alarm as he drifted through the air.

  "Oh, no! Don't leave! Do some more tricks!" cried the women in dismay.

  "Stop, young mage!" Dougan cried. "You're falling under the spell!"

  "Palin!" Tanin's quiet voice cut through the buzzing in his brother's head and the laughter of the women and the shouts of the dwarf. "Don't listen to Dougan or me or anyone for a moment. Just listen to yourself."

  "And what's THAT supposed to mean, my brother?" Palin scoffed. "Something wise that suddenly struck you? Did a brain finally make an appearance through all that muscle?"

  He leered mockingly at Tanin, expecting — no, HOPING that his brother would become angry and try to stop him. Then I'll REALLY show him a trick or two! Palin thought. Just like my uncle showed my father…

  But Tanin just stood there, regarding him gravely. "I–I

  Name of the gods!" Palin faltered, putting his hand to his

  head. His cruel words came back to him. "Tanin, I'm sorry! I don't know what's come over me." Turning, he saw Sturm, hanging helplessly in the air. "Sturm!" Palin snapped his fingers. "I'm sorry! I'll let you go — »

  "Palin, don't —!" Sturm began wildly, but it was too late.

  The spell broken, the young man fell to the floor with a yell and a crash, to be instantly surrounded by cooing and clucking women. It was a few moments before Sturm made his appearance again, his red hair tousled, his face flushed. Getting to his feet, he pushed the women aside and limped toward his brothers.

  "I was wrong," Palin said, shivering. "I understand now. These women ARE being held in thrall…"

  "Aye, lad," said Dougan. "Just as you were yourself. It's the power of the Graygem, trying to take hold of you, exploiting your weaknesses as it did theirs — »

  " — by giving us what we want," Palin finished thoughtfully.

  "That's what we'll turn into, the longer we stay here," Tanin added. "Slaves of the Graygem. Don't you see, these women are guarding it just as effectively INSIDE this castle as their men are outside. That's why nothing changes in here. The Graygem's keeping it stable for them!"

  The women began sidling nearer, reaching out their hands once more. "How boring… Don't go… Don't leave us… Stupid rock…"

  "Well, let's go find this Lord Gargath then," Sturm muttered, shamefaced. Try as he might, his gaze still strayed toward the blonde, who was blowing kisses at him.

  "Take your spears," said Tanin, shoving aside the soft hands that were clinging to him. "These women might or might not be telling us the truth. That old wizard could be laughing at us right now."

  "They said he was 'up there.' " Palin gazed at the ceiling. "But where? How do we get there?"

  "Uh, I believe I know the way, laddie," Dougan said. "Just a hunch, mind you," he added hastily, seeing Tanin's dark look. "That door, there, leads upstairs… I think…"

  "Humpf," Tanin growled, but went to investigate the door, his brothers and the dwarf following behind.

  "What did you mean, YOU'RE the only one who has a right to the Graygem?" Palin asked Dougan in an undertone.

  "Did I say that?" The dwarf looked at him shrewdly. "Must have been the gem talking…" "Oh, please don't go!" cried the women. "Never mind. They'll be coming back soon," predicted the dark-haired beauty.

  "And when you do come back, maybe you can show us some more of those cute magic tricks," called the blonde to Palin politely.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Lord Gargath

  Dougan was right. The door led to another flight of narrow stairs carved out of the stone walls of the castle. It was pitch dark; their only light was the burning crystal atop the Staff of Magius. After another leg-aching climb, they came to a large wooden door.

  "Would you look at that!" Sturm said, stunned.

  "What in the name of the Abyss is it?" Tanin muttered.

  IT was a fantastic mechanism, sitting on the door-stoop in front of the door. Barely visible in the shadows, it was made of iron and had all sorts of iron arms and gears and rope pulleys and winches extending from the stone floor up to the ceiling.

  "Hold the light closer, Palin," Tanin said, stooping down beside it. "There's something in the center, surrounded by a bunch of… mirrors."

  Cautiously, Palin held the light down near the device and the room was suddenly illuminated as if by a hundred suns. Tanin shrieked and covered his eyes with his hands. "I can't see a thing!" he cried, staggering back against the wall. "Move the staff! Move the staff!"

  "It's a sundial!" Palin reported, holding the staff back and staring at the device in astonishment. "Surrounded by mirrors…"

  "Ah," said Dougan triumphantly, "a gnome time-lock."

  "A timelock?"

  "Aye, lad. You wait until the dial casts the shadow of the sun on the correct time, and the lock will open."

  "But," pointed out Palin in confusion, "the way the mirrors are fixed, there could never be a shadow! It's always noon."

  "Not to mention," added Tanin bitterly, rubbing his eyes, "that this place is pitch dark. There're no windows! How's the sun supposed to hit it?"

  "Small design flaws," said Sturm sarcastically. "I'm sure it's in committee — »

  "Meanwhile, how do we open the door?" Tanin asked, slumping back wearily against the wall.

  "Too bad Tas isn't here," said Palin, with a smile.

  "Tas?" Dougan scowled, whirling around. "You don't mean Tasslehoff Burrfoot? The kender?"

  "Yes, do you know him?"

  "No," the dwarf growled, "but a friend of mine does. This crazy dwarf under a tree near my for — near where I work, day in, day out, whittling his endless wood and muttering 'doorknob of a kender this' and 'doorknob of a kender that.'»

  "A friend?" Palin said, mystified. "Why that sounds like a story our father told about Flint — »

  "Never you mind!" Dougan snapped irritably. "And quit talking about kender! We're in enough trouble as it is. Brrrrr." He shivered. "Makes my skin crawl…"

  The faintest glimmering of understanding lit the confused darkness of Palin's mind. Dimly he began to see the truth. But though the light shone on his thoughts, they were such a confused jumble that he couldn't sort them put or even decide whether he should feel relieved or more terrified.

  "Maybe we could break the mirrors," Tanin suggested, blinking in the darkness, trying to see beyond the sea of bright blue spots that filled his vision.

  "I wouldn't," Dougan warned. "The thing's likely to blow up."

  "You mean it's trapped?" Sturm asked nervously, backing away.

  "No!" Dougan snapped irritably. "I mean it's made by gnomes. It's likely to blow up."

  "If it did" — Tanin scratched his chin thoughtfully — "it would probably blow a hole in the door."

  "And us with it," Palin pointed out.

  "Just you, Little Brother," Sturm said helpfully. "We'll be down at the bottom of the stairs."

  "We have to try, Palin," Tanin decided. "We have no idea how long before the power of the Graygem takes hold of us again. It probably won't be a big explosion," he added soothingly. "It isn't a very big device, after all."

  "No, it just takes up the whole door. Oh, very well," Palin grumbled. "Stand back."
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br />   The warning was unnecessary. Dougan was already clambering down the stairs, Sturm behind him. Tanin rounded the comer of the wall, but stopped where he could see Palin.

  Edging up cautiously on the device, Palin raised the end of the staff over the first mirror, averting his face and shutting his eyes as he did so. At that moment, however, a voice came from the other side of the door.

  "I believe all you have to do is turn the handle."

  Palin arrested his downward jab. "Who said that?" he shouted, backing up.

  "Me," called the voice again in meek tones. "Just turn the handle."

  "You mean, the door's not locked?" Palin asked in amazement.

  "Nobody's perfect," said the voice defensively.

  Gingerly, Palin reached out his hand and, after removing several connecting arms and undoing a rope or two of the gnome timelock that was not locked, he turned the door handle. There was a click, and the door swung open on creaking hinges.

  Entering the chamber with some difficulty, his robes having caught on a gear, Palin looked around in awe.

  He was in a room shaped like a cone — round at the bottom, it came to a point at the ceiling. The chamber was lit by oil lamps, placed at intervals around the circular floor, their flickering flames illuminating the room brightly as day. Tanin was about to step through the door past Palin, when his brother stopped him.

  "Wait!" Palin cautioned, catching hold of Tanin's arm. "Look! On the floor!"

  "Well, what is it?" Tanin asked. "Some sort of design — »

  "It's a pentagram, a magic symbol," Palin said softly. "Don't step within the circle of the lamps!"

  "What's it there for?" Sturm peered over Tanin's broad shoulders, while Dougan jumped up and down in back, trying to see.

  "I think… Yes!" Palin stared up into the very top of the ceiling. "It's holding the Graygem! Look!" He pointed.

  Everyone tilted back their heads, staring upward, except the dwarf, who was cursing loudly about not being able to see. Dropping down to his hands and knees, Dougan finally managed to thrust his head in between Tanin's and Sturm's legs and peered up, his beard trailing on the polished stone floor.

  "Aye, laddie," he said with a longing sigh. "That's it! The Graygem of Gargath!"

  Hovering in the air, below the very point of the cone, was a gray-colored jewel. Its shape was impossible to distinguish, as was it size, for it changed as they stared at it

  first it was round and as big as a man's fist; then it was a

  prism as large as a man himself; then it was a cube, no bigger than a lady's bauble;

  then round again… The jewel had been dark when they entered the room, not even reflecting the light from the lamps below. But now a soft gray light of its own began to beam from it.

  Palm felt the magic tingle through him. Words to spells of unbelievable power flooded his mind. His uncle had been a weakling compared to him! He would rule the world, the heavens, the Abyss -

  "Steady, Little Brother," came a distant voice.

  "Hold onto me, Tanin!" Palin gasped, reaching out his hand to his brother. "Help me fight it!"

  "It's no use," came the voice they had heard through the door, this time sounding sad and resigned. "You can't fight it. It will consume you in the end, as it did me."

  Wrenching his gaze from the gray light that was fast dazzling him with its brilliance, Palin stared around theconical room. Across from where he stood was a tall, high backed chair placed against a tapestry-adorned wall. The chair's back was carved with various runes and magical inscriptions, designed — apparently — to protect the mage who sat there from whatever beings he summoned forth to do his bidding. The voice seemed to be coming from the direction of the chair, but Palin could not see anyone sitting there.

  Then, "Paladine have mercy!" the young man cried in horror.

  "Too late, too late," squeaked the voice. "Yes, I am Lord Gargath. The wretched Lord Gargath! Welcome to my home."

  Seated upon the chair's soft cushion, making a graceful — if despairing — gesture with its paw, was a hedgehog.

  "You may come closer," said Lord Gargath, smoothing his whiskers with a trembling paw. "Just don't step in the circle, as you said, young mage."

  Keeping carefully outside the boundaries of the flickering oil lamps, the brothers and Dougan edged their way along the wall. Above them, the Graygem gleamed softly, its light growing ever brighter.

  "Lord Gargath," Palin began hesitantly, approaching the hedgehog's chair. Suddenly, he cried out in alarm and stumbled backward, bumping into Tanin.

  "Sturm, to my side!" Tanin shouted, pushing Palin behind him and raising the spear.

  The chair had vanished completely beneath the bulk of a gigantic black dragon! The creature stared at them with red, fiery eyes, its great wings spanning the length of the wall, its tail lashing the floor with a tremendous thud. When the dragon spoke, though, its voice held the same sorrow as had the hedgehog's.

  "You're frightened," said the dragon sadly. "Thank you for the compliment, but you needn't be. By the time I could attack you, I'd probably be a mouse or a cockroach."

  "Ah, there! You see how it is," continued Lord Gargath in the form of a lovely young maiden, who put her head in her hands and wept dismally. "I'm constantly changing, constantly shifting. I never know from one moment to the next," snarled a ferocious minotaur, snorting in anger, "what I'm going to be."

  "The Graygem has done this to you?"

  "Yessssss," hissed a snake, coiling around upon itself on the cushion in agony. "Once I wasssss a wizzzzard like you, young one. Once I wassss… powerful and wealthy. This island and its people were mine," continued a dapper young man, setting in the chair, a cold drink in his hand. "Care for some? Tropical fruit punch. Not bad, I assure you. Where was I?"

  "The Graygem," Palin ventured. His brothers could only stare in silence.

  "Ah, yes," burbled a toad unhappily. "My great-great-great

  well, you get the picture — grandfather followed the damn

  thing, centuries ago, in hopes of retrieving it. He did, for a time. But his power failed as he grew old, and the Graygem escaped. I don't know where it went, spreading chaos throughout the world. But I always knew that… someday

  .. it would come within my grasp. And I'd be ready for it!"

  A rabbit, sitting up on its hind feet, clenched its paw with a stem look of resolve.

  "Long years I study," said a gully dwarf, holding up a grubby hand. "Two years. I think two years." The gully dwarf frowned. "I make pretty design on floor. I wait. Two years. Not more than two. Big rock come! I catch…

  "And I'd trapped the Graygem!" shrieked an old, wizened man with a wild cackle. "It couldn't escape me! At last, all the magic in the world would be mine, at my fingertips! And so it was, so it was," squeaked a red-eyed rat, chewing nervously on its tail. "I could have anything I wanted. I demanded ten maidens — Well, I was lonely," said a spider, curling its legs defensively. "You don't get a chance to meet nice girls when you're an evil mage, you know."

  "And the Graygem took control of the women!" said Palin, growing dizzy again, watching the transformations of the wizard. "And used them against you."

  "Yes," whinnied a horse, pacing back and forth restlessly in front of the chair. "It educated them and gave them this palace. My palace! It gives them everything! They never have to work. Food appears when they're hungry. Wine, whatever they want… All they do is lounge around all day, reading elven poetry and arguingphilosophy. God, I HATE elven poetry!" groaned a middle aged bald man. "I tried to talk to them, told them to make something of their lives! And what did they do? They shut me in here, with that!" He gestured helplessly at the stone.

  "But the women are getting restless," Palin said, his thoughts suddenly falling into order.

  "One can only take so much elven poetry," remarked a walrus, gloomily waving its flippers. "They want diversion "

  "Men… and NOT their husbands. No, that wouldn't suit the Graygem at all. It nee
ds the warriors to guard the gem from the outside while the women guard it from inside. So, to keep the women happy, it brought — »

  "Us!" said Tanin, rounding upon the dwarf in fury.

  "Now, don't be hasty," Dougan said with a cunning grin. He glanced at Palin out of the corner of his eye. "You're very clever, laddie. You take after your uncle, yes, you do. Who was the gem guarding itself from, if you're so smart? What would it have to fear?"

  "The one person who'd been searching for it for thousands and thousands of years," said Palin softly. Everything was suddenly very, very clear. "The one who made it and gambled it away. It has hidden from you, all these centuries, staying in one place until you got too close, then disappearing again. But now it is trapped by the wizard. No matter what it does, it can't escape. So it set these guards around itself. But you knew the women were unhappy. You knew the Graygem HAD to allow them to have what they wanted — »

  "Good-looking men. They'd let no one else in the castle," said Dougan, twirling his moustache. "And, if I do say so myself, we fill the bill," he added proudly.

  "But who is he?" said Sturm, staring from Palin to the dwarf in confusion. "NOT Dougan Redhammer, I gather — »

  "I know! I know!" shouted Lord Gargath, now a kender, who was jumping on the cushion of the chair. "Let me tell! Let me tell!" Leaping down, the kender ran over to embrace the dwarf.

  "Great Reorx!" roared Dougan, clutching his empty money pouch.

  "You told!" The kender pouted.

  "My god!" whispered Tanin.

  "That about sums it up," Palin remarked.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Wanna Bet?

  "Yes!" roared Dougan Redhammer in a thunderous voice. "I am Reorx, the Forger of the World, and I have come back to claim what is mine!"