"Right," said Adjani. "We all watch each other and go quietly. Spence and I will go first; Gita and Kyr follow. We don't know if the gates are guarded, but it looks pretty quiet from here. We haven't seen anybody moving. Probably they're not expecting anything. "
Of course they're expecting us! Spence shouted inwardly. They know we're here. They've been waiting for this as much as we have! But he said nothing and nodded as Adjani continued.
"Once we're inside, we try to find Director Zanderson and Ari. Then we look for the machine-Kyr will know what to look for. Okay? Remember, we have the element of surprise on our side. If we aren't seen, we just might pull it off without a hitch. "
There was much that was not said. They all knew it, but nodded their agreement just the same. Of the four, only Kyr seemed not to have any reservations about what they were about to attempt.
Adjani looked around him. The moon had risen and was pouring her liquid light all around. The palace, with its leafy camouflage, shone traced in silver. "It's time. Let's go," he said and stepped from their hiding place onto the rocky, overgrown path leading to the gates.
Spence followed him and they crept toward the massive walls, which appeared to grow still more massive and impenetrable as they neared. The waiting had only served to make their task more hopeless in their own eyes, and the Dream Thief more terrible.
It was with an overpowering sense of dread and doom that Spence stole toward the huge wooden gates.
Not a branch moved, not the slightest breath of a breeze ruffled the leaves. The ruin appeared a dead and abandoned relic, a shrine to an earthly deity long departed. Perhaps it was true; perhaps the Dream Thief did not exist after all. Or perhaps he had gone.
Even as he thought these things, Spence knew they were not true. He had been drawn to this place by forces greater than his own volition. Whether by the Dream Thief or some other, it did not matter. He was here. Very well; come what may he would see it through.
"Listen!" whispered Adjani. "What's that?"
Spence had been so self-absorbed he had not noticed any sound at all. "I don't-"
"Shh! Listen!"
There came a sound like laughter, or singing heard from very far away-as if from a boat far out across the water. The sound came to them and then drifted away, just the barest hint of tinkling voices; almost nothing at all. Then all was silent again.
Adjani and Spence looked at each other, shrugged and continued toward the gates.
Spence could now see the individual beams that made up the gates. He could see the great iron bands with bound them. The dark walls arching over them rose higher and, though smooth, Spence saw where a person might find adequate hand and foothold for climbing.
They had almost reached the entrance when there came a scratching noise from behind the gates, and suddenly this gave way to a great creaking groan as the huge gates swung open.
Spence froze in his tracks. Adjani crouched down. There was a buzzing sound in the air above them that made Spence's stomach tighten and his heart leap. It was a now-familiar sound, and one that filled him with despair.
Then he saw them: three pair of luminous green eyes just inside the gates. Three more dark shapes passed just overhead. He glanced around to see the forms of three naga demons touching lightly down behind them.
Then all the creatures began advancing at once, drawing the circle tighter around them. Spence and Adjani stepped close together. The creatures inside the gates moved into the moonlight and Spence saw that the one in the center carried a large silver orb-the same object he had seen before, that had stunned the dogs, and later had knocked out Kyr.
The malevolent creatures came closer. Spence looked back and saw that Kyr and Gita had not moved from their hiding place. The creatures appeared unaware of their presence; perhaps Kyr and Gita would remain unnoticed and could help them in some way.
The beings came nearer, surrounding them completely now. There was nowhere to run, and running was ineffective anyhowone blast from the silver orb and it was all over. Spence felt waves of helplessness and horror rise in him and subside. The creatures were within a few paces, ringing them in completely.
Spence looked into their glowing green eyes. Thoughts came into his head, thoughts which he knew were not his own. Inner voices spoke to him. Come with us, they said. You will not be harmed. Come.
Spence raised clenched fists to his head as if to drive the alien thoughts out. No! He shouted inside. I will not!
But his feet were already moving toward the gate-the demons were taking them inside. He opened his mouth to speak, but could not make his tongue move. He stared around in mute terror. God, help us! Save us!
They shuffled past the opened gates and under the arch. Spence felt some will other than his own directing his steps now. And though he fought it, still he moved on. He was powerless to stop himself from doing what he did not want to do. He was under complete domination to a force greater than the force of his own will.
Then, once again, from out of nowhere the sound of singing reached his ears: closer this time and more distinct. But it was not singing, it was the sound of many voices, excited voices, clamoring all at once, coming closer.
The force that grasped him slackened and he turned to glance behind him. A long line of bright lights were swinging through the night toward them. For a moment he could not think what they were, but the voices came from these lights that floated swiftly nearer.
Torches! He grabbed Adjani by the arm and swung him around, pointing to where the torches massed together at the head and trailed off in single file behind. All at once it hit him. He found his voice in the same instant. "The villagers!"
The naga demons hesitated momentarily. Spence felt their hold on him withdraw as their attention shifted to this new development. The creature with the orb stepped forward, his wings half-fanned out from his repulsive body. He raised the orb just as the first of the torchbearers came running up.
Spence saw their faces in the light; the blades of makeshift weapons flashed in their hands-hoes and machetes and other implements. They rushed forward toward the creatures and then halted in confusion as the demon with the orb scuttled forward and raised the object over his head.
Spence threw himself headlong at the creature and knocked the sphere away. He landed with a thump that knocked the air from his lungs and saw the silver object roll to the side.
There was a great cry and the peasants came rushing in. He felt icy hands on him and saw two creatures clutching at him, lifting him to carry him off. He yelled and was immediately surrounded by villagers bearing clubs and machetes. Then he was being hauled to his feet and he looked up to see Kyr bending over him.
"I'm all right. I'm fine," he said, standing.
"Come on!" cried Adjani, right behind.
The peasants swarmed around them, pushing through the gates. The night was filled with light and noise-it was like a river flooding into a dry valley. Here and there the current eddied. Spence saw knots of men pummeling the earth; hoes and shovels rose and fell, and he knew that the demons would trouble them no more.
"They came back," he said in disbelief.
"They came back, indeed!" shouted Gita. His round face split into a wide grin. "God be praised! They came back to help usand also to share in the treasure they believe we will find inside."
"Then I hope they get some!" said Spence. "But right now we'd better find what we're after."
Adjani was already leading them across the ancient courtyard. The echo of excited voices and the reflection of torchlight on stone came back to them from every corner. They ran to the nearest and largest structure and entered through a wide entrance into the main corridor.