The leader nodded but did not look pleased. “You’re right, of course.” He pointed at Meisha. “Cast the spell, and you will live.”
“How did you find this place?” It had taken her years of research to discover the main entrance to the Delve, and then she found it only because she knew there was something there to find. She had never known this portal room existed. Meisha tried to pull herself up to her elbows, to see the man’s face by the portal light. His hair was dark and shorn close to his head, as if he’d cut it with his own knife. Fine scar lines peppered a clean-shaven jaw, marring an otherwise attractive face. “Who are you?”
“We’re thieves,” the leader said.
“What could you hope to steal from a cave?”
“The Delve is much more than a cave. You should have known that, before you entered. Cast the spell.”
She lay back and closed her eyes. “I don’t know it.”
“Very well. I offered you your life.”
“Done, Aazen.” The halfling tossed the leader the other end of the rope. He looped it twice around his waist and tied off the end.
Meisha watched him hand a waterskin off to the halfling, who uncorked it and squirted a thick, pastelike substance into his small hand. The skin went around to each member of the group until it was empty, then the halfling tossed the container carelessly toward the chasm. It fell short, landing next to Meisha, but no one paid her any further attention. They were busy coating their hands and boots with the substance. The halfling trotted on the balls of his feet toward the cavern wall. He jumped, his arms outstretched, latching onto the walls like an insect. He scrambled up and across the ceiling, disappearing into the mouth of the shaft. The rest followed in the same way.
The leader came last, climbing slower than the rest and towing the chest behind him on the rope. When he’d ascended to the edge of the portal, the woman braced him as he hauled the chest up. Meisha got her first clear look at it as it passed in and out of the green light. As she’d suspected, the chest was Varan’s. What had they done to him?
With the chest secured, one by one the thieves disappeared up into the portal. When the last had gone, the green light faded.
Meisha rolled onto her side, crawling to the closest tunnel. She knew she would never make it out of the chamber, but anything was better than listening to her lifeblood drip down the walls of the chasm.
They’d nicknamed him “Dirty Bones,” and for good reason. Talal wriggled out from the pile of waste and garbage that had collected at the mouth of the refuse room. He sniffed. Dirty, yes. He didn’t mind dirt. But he was starving, too. That concerned him. He’d gladly be called “Fat Bones,” but there just wasn’t enough food.
“Not my fault. Can’t eat garbage.” He surveyed the room. “Plenty of that, but can you live on it?” No. Unquestionably. He’d already tried. His tongue curled at the memory.
Too much thinking, he decided. Time to scavenge. The raiding party had come and gone. He’d counted to make sure there were no stragglers, just as Gadi had warned him. Then came the green light, then silence. It was the same every time.
Talal moved quickly, pulling a mound of wax that only vaguely resembled a candle from behind one of the rocks. He held it out, duck walking along the winding tunnel to the portal room.
Gadi had taught him each step in the process. He paused to listen before entering the room. When he peeked to see what lay within, he let out a whoop of delight. The sound echoed in the vast chamber. Talal clamped a filthy hand to his mouth, his eyes darting over the tops of his fingers. When nothing stirred, he rose to his full five-foot height and practically skipped over to the bodies.
There were two of them—two thieves dead. Warmth rose in Dirty Bones. “Two less to worry about. They’ll be thrilled.” He would hurry, so he could return and tell them.
“Messy,” he muttered as he knelt next to the body of a young woman. Not a tidy kill—like Gadi, he thought—and shoved away all pity for the pretty-faced lass. He went for her boots first, feeling inside for pouches or hidden vials. He drew back with a hiss and raised a bloody finger to his mouth. Cautiously, he tried again, and pulled a pair of daggers from each boot. The lass bristled with them.
He worked his way methodically up her body but found no other treasures. There had to be more, the bitch was dressed too well… .
A low groan escaped the woman’s mouth.
“Ho!” Talal felt his spine bounce off something hard and realized it was the cavern wall on the far side of the room. He’d slammed into it in his rush to get away from the corpse, which continued moaning.
“The walking dead,” he squeaked. “I touched the walking dead…” He stared at his hand as if the appendage might suddenly turn black and fall off. He wiped it furiously on his breeches. The damned things weren’t supposed to come back once they bled that much, were they?
Talal wasn’t going to take any chances. He felt around until he found a large rock. Holding it at eye level, he approached the body. Up close, he could tell her coloring was off, but it didn’t have the deathly pallor of the other bodies he’d seen. Gadi had been much worse. The woman’s eyes were closed, but the lashes fluttered as if she slept.
Talal bent closer and felt a shallow breath brush his cheek. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, but he shook away the sensation. “Not dead, that’s the problem.” Of course he’d known it all along. She didn’t look like one of them Shadow Thief bastards anyway. How did she get down here?
“Bad luck, that’s how, but we’ll fix it… maybe.” He wasn’t any sort of healer, after all. She could die on the way to the camp. But what in the Hells else was he going to do for fun?
Talal tossed away the rock so he could get an arm under her legs. He hauled her up, grunting as blood soaked into his breeches. “If I drop you, Lady, I’m taking it as a sign from the gods this was a bad idea.”
Chapter Fourteen
Kall passed through a wide stone archway crowned by a sapphire keystone. The gem inset on the opposite side of the arch, a lighter agate, was not nearly as impressive or flawless, but then again, the difference between districts in Keczulla often hinged upon the worth of a gemstone.
The Keczull clan first gave the city life when it struck iron and gold along the Ridge arm of the Cloud Peaks to the north. Unfortunately for all, the mines didn’t last, and a little over a century and a half later, the city was abandoned. It took Pulth Tanislove and his gem mines to bring Keczulla back in 1355 DR. The city had come twice from ruin to prosper in metals and gems, so naturally every aspect of its growth had followed suit, from the four districts: Emerald, Sapphire, Jade, and Agate, to their corresponding wards. The most prosperous families made their homes and businesses in the Mithral and Platinum Wards, and the hierarchy descended from there. Harbor Moon Ward was last in line and made no attempt to put a false sheen on itself. Kall appreciated that, and he suspected Rays Bladesmile did as well.
Traffic flowed around Kall, merchants bearing carts or wagons of goods packed wheel to wheel on the narrow streets. The ones loaded down with sacks dealt in grain or textiles. Those stacked with chests and lockboxes, their drivers’ furtive gazes darting all around—they were jewelers, like Kall. They carried identical bulging rings of tiny keys—one for every box—like the gleaming teeth of a hundred exotic creatures. The jostle of their carts on the pitted streets evoked a discordant jangle that echoed throughout the ward.
The Thirsty Gnome sat just on the other side of the archway. Kall waited in the shade of the building, his eyes straying to a particular set of towers nestled in the center of the Gold Ward. He’d been to his father’s house once, just after he arrived in the city, but seeing the structure from a distance like this was equally unnerving.