Nissa rushed over to where Sorin and Anowon were lying at the base of the scree. They were much bruised and covered with abrasions, but Anowon was awake. He watched her approach but did not try to move. She noticed with a start that his hands were unbound. Why was she helping these two? She could turn and go back home. There was nothing holding her.
Are you hurt? Nissa said.
Anowon s strange eyes regarded her coolly.
Are you hurt? she repeated.
This one has not woken yet, Anowon said, regarding Sorin with the most casual of glances.
Is he? She could suddenly feel Hiba lying still in her arms.
Dead? I don t think so.
Nissa approached, keeping one eye on the unbound vampire. She placed her hand over Sorin s mouth and felt a tiny puff of breath.
He lives, she said. She raised her hand and brought it across Sorin s face with a loud slap. His eyes snapped open, and his upper lip drew back across his thin incisors. His eyes were narrowed, and Nissa took an involuntary step back. Then recognition spread over his face.
An elf, he said. His gold-flecked pupils were wildly different in size, and the sweat was popping out on his forehead. When he turned his head, the knot above his ear was clearly visible. Only an elf.
Nissa nodded. Only the elf who saved your life.
Sorin grabbed a handful of Nissa s sleeve and drew her to him. I know about you, he said, slurring his words.
I can tell you have left this place before. He tapped his forehead. I can tell.
Nissa yanked her sleeve out of his surprisingly strong grip.
I am sure I do not know what you mean, Nissa said. But she did. Planeswalking. She turned her head so Sorin could not see her face.
Where is Lysene? Sorin said.
There is no Lysene here. Nissa said. She turned and eyed him critically. It would be hard to move him should he prove unable to walk. Can you walk? she asked.
Sorin looked blankly at her and blinked.
Look, said Anowon in his reedy voice.
She turned. Four more crevice miners were mincing through the scree piles behind them. She knew that they would become more interested if she attacked them. And she could easily kill them, but more would be attracted by the blood.
He must move, Nissa said. I am not sure he should, but he must or we die here.
Anowon nodded. He casually took his long braid and brought it over his shoulder. The braid was as thick as Nissa s arm. Anowon parted some of the black hair and opened the small metal door of a box buried within. From the box he carefully pinched out something white and shiny with a symbol on it.
Is that a tooth? Nissa asked. The crevice miners were standing just out of a stone s throw s range, opening and closing their pincers.
It is. Anowon said. A molar imbued with a merfolk s phantasm. He made a fist around the tooth and threw it at Sorin. Immediately the outlander began to float. When his body reached shoulder height, Anowon took hold of him. Without tethering, he will float away. And that would be such a shame.
Nissa shuddered at the thought of the tooth. One of the crevice miners stepped closer, and she had to throw a rock. It stepped back again.
That will work once, maybe twice, Nissa said. She did not know if Khalled s map said they should walk down the Makindi Trench, but she did know that it was the only direction open to them. Walk, she said. Quickly and without turning. Miners are eaters of the dead; they like their meat bloated and tender. They do not favor attack, but the sight of wet eye balls can excite them into a frenzy. If they see us moving quickly, they may just give up and consider us too much work. Still, the crevice miners followed behind.
The floor of the trench was wide enough for one hundred to walk abreast, but boulders and large rocks of various sizes were strewn across it. The field of boulders created a maze of tight passages which Nissa led them through. She heard the crevice miners carapaces clacking against each other as they struggled through. Soon the passages became so tight in places that even Nissa had to squeeze to pass. It was perhaps their only chance to out maneuver the beasts, and Nissa seized it.
Run, she hissed.
The crevice miners heard the sudden movement, and sensing that their meal might be leaving, they surged forward. But the lead creature became trapped, and the others crammed against it in a desperate rush, entangling their long, hairy legs. Sensing their predicament the miners struggled and became utterly entwined and stuck in a space between the boulders.
Nissa and Anowon scrambled to the top of the boulders with Sorin in tow, and hopped from one to the other until they had put a good distance between the scavengers and themselves. But the effort was great. By the time Nissa stopped, her breath was coming out in rasps.
The miners were far behind, clattering their hard shells against one another and making a high keening cry that drove the hairs on the back of Nissa s neck rigid.
Some time later, the boulders gave way to sand and rocks, and eventually they were splashing through a small river of sluggish water meandering downhill. The sun had passed its zenith, and the darkness in the trench was almost total again. Nissa stopped to listen, putting her hand on Anowon s chest to stop him. He looked down at her hand and then at Nissa.
No frowning, Nissa whispered. She listened for scratching echoing from behind, and, hearing none, took her hand off Anowon s chest.
They walked in the shade of the trench. The swath of sky overhead was an overcast purple. Soon the first rumble of thunder tumbled down the canyon, and Sorin spoke.
Ghet, you will lower me now, he said.
Anowon pulled Sorin down. When his feet were firmly on the sand, Sorin brushed off his sleeves and shiny shoulder plates before clipping his scabbard back onto his belt. He turned and marched ahead, and did not turn to look back at them. Anowon followed at a distance. Soon Nissa was walking next to Anowon.
Where did you get those?
Teeth? Anowon said.
Yes.
They are from sacrifices at the Tal Terig, Anowon said. He waited a moment before continuing. The Puzzle Tower.
Nissa knew of the place: a gigantic tower on Akoum assembled of dissimilar shapes. An ancient site. She could see it: the assembled vampires in a circle, all with their dirty hair blowing in their eyes and arms raised, watching a priest tearing a merfolk s teeth out. She felt the gorge rising in her throat.
Nissa cast a long look around as she walked. Ahead, Sorin s unusually loose gait had him weaving unsteadily as he walked. At least he can be hurt like the rest of us, she thought. She found herself not caring particularly if he went to sleep tonight and did not wake. She watched Sorin walk, strangely comforted by his obvious vulnerability, before turning back to Anowon.
And these Eldrazi lived there? she said.
Anowon nodded. I have always studied them. Their monuments. Their writings. The Hagra Cistern where they generated their power from waste. The crumbled temple under the smooth water of Glasspool. Their remains were he looked up at the darkening clouds compelling.
Were? What are they now?
You have met them.
Nissa frowned. How could the beings she fought have constructed the palaces she had seen? They seemed incapable even of picking up eating utensils.
Anowon glanced at Nissa s face before speaking. Yes, he said. How could they have made that. He swept his hand forward in a grand gesture. Nissa had not noticed the thing ahead. It loomed large in the exposed strip of sky: a floating palace, mostly in pieces. As she stared, a jag of lightning traced the sky behind it, and a boom of thunder shook the canyon walls. She felt the fine hairs on her arms vibrate with the noise. A gust of wind swept down the trench.