"Just, um…" she said. "Just scratch it like you're trying to pull it out, and the door will swing inward."
Regdar gave her a smile that she tried to return, then he turned to the tracker.
"I'll take point from here," the lord constable said.
Jandik didn't argue. None of them did.
Vargussel threw open the door to his study and went immediately to the apothecary's cabinet in which he stored his spell components. He opened just the four drawers he needed and quickly gathered up the components of the spell. Heedless of whatever papers might have been on his desk, he ran through the spell as quickly as possible, mixing the noxious components in a sizzling, smoking paste that almost caused a sheet of parchment to catch flame.
The mixture was gone in a puff of smoke, and Vargussel finished the spell. He closed his eyes and formed in his imagination a picture of the lord constable's face. It took no more than a few heartbeats but Vargussel found his heart racing and his fingers tapping with impatience as the image formed more clearly, then took life in his mind.
Regdar was in the sewers. Vargussel could see him as clearly as if they were standing toe-to-toe, though in truth they were separated by a mile or more.
Stairs, the lord constable said, his voice echoing in Vargussel's mind, somehow disconnected by magic, time, and distance from the image of his lips forming the words.
Vargussel hissed out a curse. They were at the sewer stairs. They had found the second of his secret doors. They would be in the slaughterhouse soon enough.
The wizard watched and listened as Regdar mustered his pitiful force of impotent city watchmen and some girl Vargussel had never seen. They started up the stairs.
I had time, Lord Constable, Vargussel thought. I was ready for you. You'll see just how ready soon enough.
As Regdar and his people ascended the stairs, Vargussel fingered his amulet, watching, waiting patiently.
Regdar fought the urge to crouch the whole time he moved up the stairs. The ceiling was tall enough so that he could stand up straight, but just barely. The stairs were wider than he'd have expected, though. The telltale scratches ran all the way up the ceiling and lined both walls. Whatever it was they were tracking had definitely gone that way, back and forth maybe dozens of times.
The stairs looped back over themselves and stopped at a wider space, like a vestibule or foyer. Straight ahead of them was a heavy oak door bound with iron bands. Regdar stopped, waiting for the others to gather, though only Lorec and Jandik could fit in the space behind him. He couldn't even see Naull.
"I make it about sixty feet up from the sewer tunnel," Regdar said.
Lorec shrugged, and Jandik nodded.
"We should be about ten or fifteen feet below the surface, if I guess right," the tracker said.
"Basement depth?" asked Lorec.
Regdar shrugged and turned to examine the door. There was no obvious lock, just a big, heavy, iron ring.
"Why am I getting a bad feeling about this door?" Regdar asked no one in particular.
"Because you're not an idiot," Sergeant Lorec answered, then seemed to remember himself. "I mean, because you have good instincts, Lord Constable."
Regdar waved off the young man's embarrassment and briefly pined for Lidda. She could have examined the door for traps, removed them, then picked the lock. Regdar sighed at the thought that what he needed right then was a thief, but he was surrounded by the watch.
"I'll open it, milord," Lorec said, squaring his shoulders.
Regdar smiled, held his shield up to cover his face, and said, "I've got it, Sergeant, but thank you."
Reaching around his shield, Regdar tugged at the iron ring, but the door held fast. Nothing shot, squirted, exploded, or hissed out at him, and he didn't drop dead or burst into flames, so Regdar had to assume it was just locked.
"Stand back," he said.
The two men pushed back to the top of the stairs, the others giving way behind them.
Regdar whirled and kicked the door hard just below the iron ring. The blow sent a resounding thud echoing down the stairs and tendrils of electric pain tingling up Regdar's leg. The door didn't budge.
"You hit that hard, milord," Lorec said. "It damn well should have opened."
Regdar rubbed his leg and called for Naull.
By the time she made her way up the stairs through the others, Regdar's leg was beginning to feel normal again.
"I've heard there are spells to keep a door closed," he said.
Naull looked at the door, took a long, deep breath in the stale but not odorous air, and said, "One or two. I had a feeling we'd be in a position like this, breaking into a murderer's secret hideaway and all."
She stared at the door and whispered a string of nonsense words. It seemed to Regdar that they should have echoed more in the confined space. Once spoken, the words fell dead as if they had weight.
There was a click, then a creak, and the door eased open a few inches.
Regdar put out a hand to push past Naull, startling her.
"Jandik," he said, "bring that light up."
The tracker came forward and Regdar carefully drew his greatsword. He stepped through the door into a wide room made from mortared flagstones. There was another iron-bound oak door in the wall to his right and a third across the room. A single sheet of parchment was nailed to the door on the other side of the room. Regdar could just barely make out what looked like writing from across the dimly lit room. Otherwise the space was empty and seemed not to have been used in some time.
Jandik stepped in next to Regdar and they both examined the floor. Thick dust was everywhere but there were obvious tracks-furrows almost-connecting all three doors.
"Looks like either one," Jandik said, "or both."
As the others filed into the room, Regdar said, "Sergeant Lorec, take Jandik, Asil, and Samoth, and go through that way." He pointed at the door with the parchment nailed to it and Lorec started crossing the room immediately. "Naull, Lem, and Drahir will come with me this way. Bring me that parchment first, though," he added.
Lorec was already there. Regdar saw him reach for the parchment while leaning in to read it from Samoth's lanternlight.
The sergeant's hand never made it to the parchment before it was blown off in a blast of air, fire, wood, iron, dust, blood, and shattered bone.
Regdar was pushed back and fell sprawling against the wall, only dimly aware of pain and heat, screams and grunts.
"Damn you," Vargussel muttered to Regdar, though the lord constable couldn't hear him. "Have you no intellectual curiosity at all?"
The explosive runes were meant for Regdar, but who knew the lord constable would send some lowly watch sergeant to read it?
Though it was hard for Vargussel to see through the clouds of dust and smoke filling the room, he could see Regdar scramble to his feet, virtually unharmed. The young woman was coughing, waving away the smoke, but also still standing. One of the watchmen at least seemed to have survived, and he ran out of the room, coughing and gagging.
The smoke continued billowing and Vargussel could just make out the shape of a man laying on the floor, his skin and clothing ablaze.
Vargussel smiled at the fact that he'd hurt them at least-maybe enough to turn back their little expedition into his private affairs. He stopped smiling when he heard the woman begin casting a spell.
She ran through it well, managing not to cough, and Vargussel cursed her the whole way.
What will it be? he thought. A gust of wind, a wind wall…something to blow away the smoke?"
The room filled with pelting, fast-driving sleet. The dull crystals were driven by a strong wind, falling almost sideways in the confined space. The few watchmen that still stood scurried around in a panic as the woman tried to assure them that it was "all right" and that they shouldn't panic.