A moan of dismay rose up from the watching Legion as the creature slew their kin and then wrenched loose the drills to throw them aside. The arms lashed and whipped menacingly, then sinuously withdrew as the creature lurked on the far side of the dam. Many Dwarves tore at their beards in rage, but Durek's look became more resolute than ever, and he called the Chief Captains to him. "Fire," he ordered in a grim voice. "Build me a fire on the dam above the drilling site. Make it as fierce, as hot as the heart of a crucible, or an iron forge. Spread it along the top above the work point farther than the Maduk can reach."
Wood was gathered and brands lit; oil was spread on the tinder It quietly carried up to the stonework and placed on top and fired More timber was added, and the flames shot high. When the heat became nearly unbearable the drilling work resumed under the blazing barrier Drillers and Hani merers were spelled often, for it was like working in a furnace sweat poured
off even those watching from the vale sides, and cloaks and jerkins were removed.
When the pounding began again, the creature once more reached a tentacle out of the water, but the flames repelled it; and it moved to a place where the fire was not and groped over the dam but could not reach the workers. There was a great beating and lashing of the water as the frustrated Kraken-ward whipped the surface in its fury. Then it raced to the other end of the flames, but there, too, it was thwarted; and the water boiled and foamed in the Monster's rage; a malodorous reek rose up, and an ominous hissing could be heard, as if from some reptilian source. But the work went on.
The nearly full Moon slowly came over the mountains and added its silver radiance to the firelight and the lantern-glow. And still the work continued.
Clang! Clang! Chink! Clank! The great sledges drove home the drills and wedges under the roar of the fire. Mighty thews swung the mallets with Dwarf-driven force, and each Driller held the rods with the tongs until they were wedged deeply; then they placed longer ones in the crevices when the shorter ones had been driven home. And the stone split slowly along the weakened fissures as many teams cracked the rock in two separate vertical lines some twenty feet apart.
Chank! Clank! Thunk! Chang! The crews nearest the top of the wall— nearest the fire—had to be relieved most often, but those at the bottom required spelling, too. And on the vale sides, Dwarves gathered wood and placed it at the disposal of the fire teams, who kept the blaze going. The entire Host now worked to slay the creature: many who had never drilled took shifts and handled the tongs and irons; others swung the sledges; still others placed wedges to be driven in; wood gatherers and fire teams rotated. Cotton, Rand, Brytta and his Men from Valon, and all the Dwarves were struggling to destroy a creature that alone could slay the entire Army.
And slowly the fissures were widened and deepened. Gaynor went up into the heat and examined the splits, and then he ordered everyone out except four teams—two on each breech—for the fissures now seeped water and would soon give way.
Bang! Clank! Dlang! Chunk! The pounding resumed. But then a great wave smashed into the dam, quenching part of the fire. The creature had found a weapon! Water! Another great dark surge slammed into the dam, and more of the flames were drowned.
Bang! Chank! Fire teams ran with dry wood to start new blazes in the gaps, but sinuous tentacles reached up to smash the Dwarves aside.
Chank! Clang! Blang! Now began a desperate race between stone delvers
and a cunning evil monster Once more the creature used its great bulk and
I toward the dam, pushing the water in a high crest ahead of it. With a
' whoosh, a hist large wave washed over the top and extinguished the
remainder of the fire directly above the workers.
Bang! Clank' Chunk' By the luminous phosphorescence of the Dwarf-
lanterns and the pale radiance of the bright Moon overhead, the Host saw slimy wet tendrils slowly snake over the top, to find the flames gone. Then the tentacles plunged toward the now-fleeing Dwarves, catching up one: Gaynor. It held the Dwarf high and reached up a second hideous arm to grasp him also, and then it exerted its terrible strength and tore him in two and flung the remains down.
Many Dwarves wept and gnashed their teeth and tore at their hair in helpless rage, for the Monster had won. And they watched as the great slimy tendrils groped for more of these small creatures to fling to their deaths, and to smash with rocks, and to squeeze to pulp, and to drown struggling, and to rend in twain. It reached down, but found only more rods to rip out and fling away. It had triumphed! It raised up its hideous tentacles, seeming to celebrate its victory. Cotton wept, while King Durek looked on grimly Berez raged, and Brytta clenched even his broken fist, while Rand closed his eyes in silent grief. Bomar gazed at the failed delving in . . but wait! He stared hard and saw . . . "King Durek!" he shouted. "Look! Look at the fissures''*
Slowly the great long cracks were widening, and water was beginning to gush forth, faster and faster. Almost imperceptibly the ponderous slab began to tilt outward, a splitting and cracking rent the air, and a deep heavy grinding of massive stone upon stone sounded. Then, with a thunderous crash that shook the vale, the giant slab toppled over to smash into the stone of the Sentinel Falls precipice; and then it fell onward, tumbling down the linn to shatter at the bottom. Right behind came a great roar of water, freed at last from its centuries-old trap to blast outward in a great torrent and leap to freedom over the cliff, to plunge toward the Ragad Valley in a massive wall of water that carried giant boulders bouncing and smashing along the ravine and rent great trees from the earth to lash and tumble and splinter in the deluge.
When the slab toppled and the water thundered out, the Krakenward caught directly in front of the gap. Impelled by a force it had never felt before, the evil creature was hurled toward the gaping space, borne outward by the massive surge. Yet as the Monster passed into the roaring slot, it flung out all of its malignant tentacles to grasp the walls of the dam and throw all of its evil power into a mighty pull to propel it back into the depths But the Maduk reckoned not with the whelming dint of the escaping flood, tor the creature's hulk was inexorably drawn through the gap With a malevolent
sur^c ot power it slouK drew back inward, vet all the malefic energj coiled
within the great ropy arms could draw it hut paitwa) hack through the slot And for the first time within its eil inemorv. the M.icluk felt something
more powerful than itseM
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been the flanks of the slot. The Monster smashed into the stone basin below; and the creature's pain was great as it was flung into the walls and shoulders of the ravine and boulders ground over it.
The Host had watched the mighty struggle by the light of the waxing Moon, and when the Maduk was carried over the brink to smash into the darkness below, a great shout of victory rose up.
The dark waters of the black mere continued to pour out. Great masses of foetid rot from the lake bottom were borne forth by the roaring flood, and a putrid fetor swept over the vale. The Army reeled back from this foul stink, and many gagged and retched in the charnel rank. More of the dam crumbled. Giant slabs of stone fell to the falls precipice, and the torrent widened and blasted through the huge rocks to rush over the lip and cascade down.
Hours passed. The Moon set. The water level in the lake sank as it emptied, and the strength of the flood ebbed. What had been a torrent became a rush and then a broad outflow; slowly it continued to wane until it reduced to a wide stream runneling between the huge chunks of fragmented dam up on the precipice to fall in several separate streams to the basin below.
It was now dawn, for the breaking of the dam and the Krakenward's struggle and the emptying of the lake had taken all night. The gloom in the vale
of the Sentinel Falls was slowly driven back as the day came; but the Sun rose on the east side of the mountains and the vale was on the west side, and thus it stood in the shadow of the range. Yet the dark retreated and the stars winked out as day broke on the land. As the sky lightened, still the Host watched, looking toward the dark ravine down which the water and rocks and creature and the tons of sludge and filth and rot had all disappeared.
Cotton sat leaning back against a rock, his eyes closed, drained of energy. Exhausted, he was drifting off to sleep when he heard a shouting of voices and a clamor of disbelief and fear. The Warrow snapped open his eyes to see what the commotion was about just as a warrior stepped to Durek's side and pointed to the face of the Sentinel Falls precipice. "Sire, the Maduk, it lives," he announced grimly.
Cotton looked and saw in the early morning light first one tentacle and then another groping upward through the falling water along the cliff face, straining to reach the top of the precipice but falling short.
Durek stood and stared, his eyes filled with rage. His teeth ground together and his hands clenched into fists. His face turned black as anger shook his frame, and his voice rose in a hoarse cry—"To me! To me! Chakka to me!"— and he sprang down the hill. Cotton and Rand, Brytta and Bomar, Berez, Tror, Felor, all leapt after him with Drillers and Hammerers and Delvers close behind.
Plunging down the slope, they charged onto the top of the linn, splashing through the flow to come to the head of the falls and look over the lip
through the streams of cascading water and down into the basin below. There in the blackness Cotton could dimly see a huge mass in a bed of runny-sludge and black filth and foetid rot; it flopped and writhed with sucking noises as it heaved and hitched its horrid bulk through the muck and churn at the base of the precipice. Though he could not see it clearly in the darkness, Cotton could discern that the Monster was bloated and blotched, slimy and foul, repulsive and horrifying. Long was its swollen body, and from one end a roiling nest of suckered tendrils writhed. Some of these tentacles had been crushed by rock, and one of the creature's eyes had been torn open; but the other baleful red eye glared malignantly up, and a wave of evil incarnate beat at them. The Maduk could see the people limned against the pale morning sky, and a dozen huge tentacles boiled up out of the blackness and lashed at the wall. A hissing was heard and a great stench rose up. But the Monster could not reach them, and the light of the day bore hurtfully through its one good eye and blazed into its brain. In an earlier age, before the Ban, ere it had been borne here, its own malevolence had driven it even unto the sunlight to wreak havoc upon ships plying the lanes near the Great Maelstrom. But now the coming of the Sun meant that it must hide away, and it was frantic to be back in its dark den at the bottom of the black water; and it clutched and grasped futilely at the linn-wall.
Durek glowered down in hatred at the malignant creature, then he turned and gritted, "We shall slay it with stone."
He called Dwarves to him, and with Cotton and Rand and broken-hand Brytta helping, they struggled and strained, pushing and pulling, as from the shattered dam they levered a massive granite block that ground and grated and slowly slid to the lip of the precipice. Gradually it edged out above the Monster, to tip and balance on the rim. Then with a final heave it was prized up to ponderously slide with a rush over the edge to fall silently, slowly turning, to come down upon the Monster and land with a great squashing splat/ —smashing into and through the bulk. Many of the huge tentacles fell lifeless, and others plucked feebly at the massive stone.
A triumphant shout burst forth from the Host, and Durek looked down and grunted in grim satisfaction. Then he stepped back and raised up a clenched fist and hoarsely called out in a loud voice, "Let all the Companies each in turn cast a block down upon this spawn of evil so that every Chak in the Legion can share in this revenge." And as one body the Dwarf Army wrathfully surged forward, silent and grim, each warrior chafing to extract personal retribution for his fallen brethren.
And Brytta of Yalon stood fast and raised his great black-oxen horn to his lips and winded it, summoning the company of the Vanadurm to him to avenge their slain allies, as Durek, Cotton, Rand, and Bomar turned and walked back up the hill in the morning light of a new day
"Bomar," rasped Durek, "we must go sec how much is to be done—how much rubble is to be removed from over the Door—for the Maduk heaped
more on. I fear we may now have more work to do than there is time to do it. Tomorrow is the day set for the rendezvous, and the Seven are now within the caverns and may already be at work on the hinges. We cannot fail them; we must succeed."
And as the four walked around the foetid rotting black crater where once stood the lake, the Host of Dwarves of Kraggen-cor dragged great slabs of rock from the broken dam to the precipice and cast them down to crush the Monster. They had fought the Maduk with axe and sword and Atalar blade, and hammer and tong and wedge and drill, and fire and water, and at last they slew it with stone. They had finally won, but barely.
Here ends the first part of the tale of The Silver Call.
The second part is called The Brega Path. It concludes the stories of Perry and Cotton and their allies in the quest of the Dwarves to wrest Kraggon-cor from the clutches of the evil Spawn.
..a, Bekki's son, strode into legend along a steadfast course of honor. May the span of our strides match his—for that is the true Brega path."
Seventh Duiek November 3, 5E231
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dennis L. McKiernan was born April 4, 1932, in Moberly, Missouri, where he lived until age eighteen when he joined the U.S. Air Force, serving four years spanning the Korean War. He received a B.S. in Electrical Engineering from the University of Missouri in 1958, and, similarly, an M.S. from Duke University in 1964. Employed by a leading research and development laboratory, he resides with his family in Westerville, Ohio. His debut novel was the critically acclaimed trilogy of The Iron Tower. His second novel, The Silver Call duology, continues the Mithgarian saga.
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A heroic quest for vengeance and justice, Trek to Kraggen-Cor constitutes the first part of Dennis L. McKiernans exciting new Silver Call Duology. Watch for the powerful conclusion, The Brega Path, coming soon.
Dennis L. McKiernan is the author of three previous novels, The Dark Tide. Shadows of Doom, and The Darkest Day. He lives in Westerville, Ohio.
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