"Martine, you can't!" Jazrac blurted in alarm as he stepped forward to try and reclaim the stone.
The ranger snatched her hand back. "I can and will, jazrac. Harpers have a duty to solve problems, not let others do it for them."
"But that thing will reopen the gate! What happens to these people then?
Sumalo and the others shifted uneasily when they heard this news.
"I said I have a plan. Jazrac, do you have a spell that can get you back to Shadowdale quickly?" Martine pressed. She could see that the council was wavering, and she needed to make her point quickly.
"I can teleport with this," the wizard said, meaningfully tapping the ring on his finger.
The woman breathed an inward sigh of relief, for her idea hinged on the wizard's magical abilities. "Then my plan is this," she pronounced, turning back to the council. "Vreesar wants the stone. Once the creature gets it, it'll head back to the glacier. The elemental isn't interested in you Vani or your warren. I'll give him the stone and then he'll leave."
Jouka snorted. "What about the gnolls?" "And the rift?" Jazrac added.
Martine had her answer ready. "That's why I brought Word-Maker with me. He says he'll get the gnolls to make peace"
"I will try, human," Krote growled, "in exchange for my freedom."
Martine winced at the gnoll's correction. Her plan was risky enough; she didn't need to have the shaman make it sound any worse.
Elder Sumalo stirred on his chair, his iron charms clinking. "As the wizard said, this creature called Vreesar will reopen this gate, and then there will be even more of them."
Martine hesitated. The time had come when she finally had to give up her pride. Pointing to the wizard, she explained, "Mat's where he comes in. Jazrac uses his ring to get more help from the Harpers because the job's too big for me. We take the chance that reinforcements come in time."
"Him? The coward?" Jouka scoffed. He turned his back and clambered back onto his bench in disgust.
"Yes, him." Martine had no choice but to leap to Jazrac's defense. "He simply goes home and gets help. You won't have to rely on him to fight. And he doesn't even have to come back." Martine knew the words must have stung Jazrac, but when she looked at him, his face showed no sign of any reaction.
'The elders stroked their white beards thoughtfuily. "And if Vreesar kills you and takes this-this thing?" Jouka demanded, still seeking fault with her plan.
The ranger was ready for this question, too. "I plan to hide it before we meet. That way he can't just kill me and get the stone."
Sumalo turned to Jouka and said, "If the woman is killed, her plan can still go forward. She is not needed after that." Martine had not considered that. Thinking about it now was hardly comforting. She noticed that Jouka was smiling grimly.
Now it was Jouka's turn to stroke at his beard A's he leaned back on his bench and considered. The others on the council waited expectantly for him to announce his decision. Clearly, as one of the Vani's few warriors, Jouka's word carried great weight.
Finally the gnome leaned forward, placing his small hands on his small knees. "Since the woman wants to take the risk, I say we let her. Let the Harpers fix their problems. We risk nothing."
Except a hundred more creatures like Vreesar if we fail, Martine thought grimly.
Fourteen
Back in their tiny quarters after several more hours of planning with the gnomes, Martine finished going over the particulars with Jazrac. The woman was overflowing with details-the likeliest places to find the gnolls, where to hide the stone, even what gate she'd use to leave. Vil listened with interest, saying nothing all the while she outlined the plan. He sat on the edge of the bed, still in his armor, his hair stiff with dried sweat. Streaks of brown-red blood soiled his tabard.
"Could I see it?" the ex-paladin asked, pointing to the stone.
Martine shrugged and passed it to him. "This is what he wants, eh?"
She nodded.
Vil held it up to the light, turning it like a jeweler looking for a flaw in a diamond. "It seems awfully small to have cost so many lives." He carefully handed it back to the Harper. "But then it always does."
"With that stone, Vreesar and its kind could overrun the north," Jazrac said ominously.
"I'm coming along with you," the warrior announced. He rose and buckled on his hanger as if the matter was already decided.
"No," Martine protested. "This is my plan, Vii. I can't have you taking such a risk."
"But you need me." His voice was filled with selfconfidence.
Martine did a slow burn. She'd already admitted she would need help to defeat Vreesar, but it wasn't as if she couldn't handle the meeting. "I can handle myself, thank you, Vilheim Baltson."
"I know you can, but you shouldn't be alone. You'll need someone to watch the gnoll while you talk, just in case he tries something." Vil adjusted the straps on his helm.
"The man makes sense, Martine," Jazrac observed, even though Martine couldn't help considering the wizard's counsel suspect in such matters.
"You're going to insist on this, aren't you?" Sensing-diem was no winning, the ranger rose awkwardly from the floor, the weight of her armor making the move difficult.
Vil nodded in the affirmative as he tipped his chin back to finish buckling the helmet's straps. "Call it my old paladin self. You need help and fm duty bound to give it" The words sounded a little choked as he fussed with the strap.
"Are you sure you're not still a paladin?" she asked with mock suspicion.
Vil rocked the helmet on his head, testing the soundness of the buckles. "I can't help it if I still think like one."
"All right. It's your choice. But I'm not responsible for you," Martine relented as she strung her bow.
"Don't worry. I can take care of myself."
Inwardly, Martine was relieved at the chance to have his company. None of the Vani could be spared to come along, so it would be just she and Vil.
Armored and outfitted, the pair took their leave of the wizard. Jazrac remained behind in the room, too mortified to face the gnomes alone. "Jazrac, don't leave before I get back," Martine said as they started through the door.
"I know-just to make sure everything has gone as planned," the wizard concluded wearily as he closed the door.
It felt uncomfortable giving the mage orders like a child, but Martine was keenly aware that this was her responsibility. Uncomfortable or not, she couldn't allow any mistakes.
Bound and guarded, Krote was waiting for them in the hall. The gnomes had produced his ragged arm wrappings from somewhere. Seeing how filthy they were, Martine was amazed the gnomes hadn't burned them. Even the studded crossed belts had been returned.
"Untie him," the woman ordered as one of the guards handed over the shaman's charms.
"You can do that outside," the gnome replied.
It wasn't important, so Martine let it drop. The gnomes led the way. The warren's hallways were empty and quiet, somehow missing the normal bustle of everyday life.
A great yawn swept over the ranger. "When did you last sleep?" Vil asked.
"I don't really know. Is it day or night?" Cut off from the cycles of light and dark inside the windowless burrow, the ranger had lost all track of time. Was it quiet because it was nighttime? Did the gnomes even care?
"It's almost dawn," their guide offered. The gnome led them to a section of the warren Martine had never seen before. How big is this den? she wondered. She'd heard of immense underground complexes in the wild regions of the Heartlands, but those were almost always inhabited by fell orcs and the like. Could it be that the gnomes were even greater tunnelers than she ever suspected?