The fourth time they stopped to listen, Ashok put a hand on Vedoran’s shoulder. The shadar-kai turned and raised an eyebrow.
“They make no sound of alarm,” Ashok said. “For now, I believe we’re undetected.”
Vedoran nodded, but he was still unsettled. They marched on. The straight passage continued for a quarter mile into the rock before curving slightly to the west.
So it begins, Ashok thought, and watched the passage narrow drastically and split, offering tunnels in three different directions. Phantom voices babbled from all three.
“Which direction?” Chanoch whispered. “They all look the same.”
“Cree, we need a map of these tunnels,” Vedoran said quietly. Cree nodded and reached in his pouch for tools. To the rest of them, Vedoran said, “Take alive the next shadar-kai we encounter. We question them about our people, but if they make any move to sound an alarm, kill them.”
Skagi and Chanoch nodded eagerly. Ashok looked at the split in the passages. “This way,” he said, pointing to the left branch. “The voices seem to be louder coming from this tunnel.”
“How can you be sure?” Vedoran asked.
Ashok shrugged, trying to appear casual. “I can’t. But it comforts me to think we aren’t choosing at random.”
“True,” Vedoran said, and the others laughed quietly. “Are you ready, Cree?” he asked.
Cree’s deft hands sketched a chalk map on a piece of parchment. He folded it carefully and tucked it away. “Ready,” he answered.
They took the left passage and had no choice but to walk single file down the narrow tunnel. The ground sloped downward at a gradual angle, and the air grew colder the deeper they descended into the earth.
Ashok judged they had another mile of tunnels to navigate before they got close to where they needed to be. The enclave had no formal dungeons-only graves had ever been needed to accommodate their enemies-so if the captives were alive, they would be in the food room, Ashok reasoned. It was a secure chamber with a dedicated guard, the place where live animals were caged for slaughter. Unfortunately for the rescue party, it was also snarled in the most heavily-trafficked areas of the enclave. It would be nearly impossible for them to get there undetected.
They reached another intersection, and Vedoran halted the group. Two passages forked left and right, joined by a hole halfway up the wall. The hole was large enough to accommodate a shadar-kai, but the tunnel was more a chute than a passage, with sheer walls on all sides.
“Any intuition about this one?” he asked Ashok.
Ashok stepped forward and pretended to examine the three tunnels. He stood beneath the hole in the wall and sniffed.
“This is a waste chute,” he said, “which means there’s at least one level of tunnels above this one, probably more.”
“In other words, we’re not dealing with a small band of shadar-kai hiding in a cave,” Vedoran said. “This is a functional enclave that’s been here for some time.”
“I’d say at least ten years,” Cree said. “The tunnels vary in size, and the clearing done in some of these passages was by living hands, not age.”
“Are you sure?” Vedoran asked.
Cree nodded. “They’ve made themselves a fortress here,” he said. “It’s not as intimidating to look at as Neimal and her wall guards, but it’s defensible. Depending on how much food they have stored here, they could live comfortably hidden for a year or more, if they had to.”
“But that’s good news,” Chanoch said. His face split in a relieved grin.
Vedoran shot him a look of incredulous disgust. “How do you see it as such?” he demanded.
“Tempus knew a large force couldn’t penetrate the caves,” Chanoch said. “Uwan sent us, and Ashok, who saw the way into the valley. Don’t you see? It’s all come together. We’ve done right. Praise to Tempus and Uwan,” he said, his voice echoing down the tunnels.
Vedoran’s expression darkened. He stepped up until he was in Chanoch’s face. “Tempus and Uwan be damned, and if you don’t be silent, pup, you’ll stay here with the corpses,” he said. “Alert anyone to our presence, and I’ll make you one of them.”
Chanoch’s jaw tightened. Ashok held his breath, waiting for the young one to utter the wrong words. If Chanoch lost control with Tempus’s name on his lips, Ashok thought Vedoran might strike the young one down.
Chanoch put a hand on the hilt of his greatsword. A tense breath passed, but then, with a visible effort, Chanoch released his weapon and stepped back, yielding to Vedoran’s authority.
“Choose a tunnel, Ashok. We’re moving on,” Vedoran said, but his gaze never left Chanoch. Skagi and Cree said nothing, but Ashok noticed their hands stayed close to their own weapons.
Ashok considered the passages. “Left,” he said, after pretending to deliberate for a breath or two.
“I can’t hear the voices anymore.” Vedoran said. “Why left this time?”
Ashok grappled for an excuse. “This tunnel appears to stay wide for a greater distance,” he improvised. “More room to fight, should it be necessary.”
Vedoran examined both ways in silence. “I see no difference,” he said. “We’ll have to split up, check them both.”
“Is that wise?” Ashok said sharply.
A mistake. Vedoran had already had his authority challenged once. “Am I leader of this expedition or is Ashok, chosen of Tempus?” he demanded.
Ashok bowed his head. “Respectfully, if we split up, we may become more easily lost,” he said.
“Not if you’re able to draw a decent map,” Vedoran said. He lowered his voice so that only Ashok heard him. “You know how to chart an enemy’s defenses, don’t you? You made lovely pictures of Ikemmu when you first arrived. Don’t you remember sitting alone in your little hut, where you thought no one could see?”
“You’ve been watching me closely,” Ashok said, struggling to keep his voice even. “I’m surprised. You, who hate to be controlled, keeping such a stranglehold on someone else’s freedom.” He raised his voice so the others could hear. “You’re right, Vedoran,” he said. “Speed and efficiency are the best way. We need to split up.”
Vedoran nodded. “I thought you’d see it that way. Skagi?”
“Yes, Vedoran?” Skagi said promptly.
“You’ll go with Ashok down the left tunnel. Let him map the way. The rest of you come with me to the right. Meet back here with what we find.”
Vedoran and the others moved off down the tunnel, and Ashok stood alone with Skagi. He clapped Ashok on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Vedoran’s wound himself into a frenzy to make this mission good.”
“I’ll be happy enough if he doesn’t get us all killed,” Ashok said.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ashok and Skagi started down the tunnel, and after a distance encountered another intersection, then another beyond.
Skagi cursed. “Now what? We report back?” he said, sounding disappointed.
Ashok came to a silent decision. It was a risk, but if he didn’t act now, either dissension in the ranks or his enclave would kill them all.
“Follow me,” he said and took the tunnel to the right off the second intersection. He moved fast. Skagi had to trot to keep up with him.
“Where’re we going?” Skagi said.
Ashok raised a hand for him to be silent. He listened for signs of anyone coming from the intersection behind them, but he heard nothing.
“Keep moving,” he said, and continued on down a straight, narrow passage that would take them past the food preparation area. The animal pens were just beyond that.
“Godsdamnit, Ashok, you’re going to get us lost with your guessing,” Skagi whispered.