fs.thesecondbookofswords-第44节
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litter around the sides； there was a clear area of sandy floor in the center； and a sloping ceiling。 Mark could hear water running； and when he turned the beam of his headlamp toward the rear of the room he saw the pool。 It was fed by a small stream that leapt from a crevice in the upper rocks； then gurgled away on the other side of the cave to provide drainage。 Probably it was the same stream； here somewhat diminished； that they had encountered earlier on the higher levels of the plex。
The warbeasts went immediately to the pool； and began lapping at it thirstily。 Most of the human members of the party hung back a little； watching without ment as Mitspieler went to the water。 First he touched it； then tasted it； and at last drank some of it himself。 Soon the whole party except Radulescu were drinking； filling water bottles； and making an effort to wash up。 Mark； able at last to rinse what he hoped was the last taste of messhall garbage from his mouth； began to feel more like the person he had been when he first followed Doon into the upper cave。
After drinking； Mitspieler washed himself minimally。 A few seconds later he was stretched out sound asleep； his head pillowed on his pack。 His face in repose wore a look of total exhaustion； that brought to it a resemblance to the countenance of Indosuaros in that wizard's last hours。 Mark's imagination worked briefly on the question of what kind of basic training a captured wizard might be given in the garrison； but he got nowhere with it and soon gave up。
Everywhere people were opening their packs； in search of real food。 Nothing seemed to have been stolen from the packs； or spoiled。 To people who had subsisted on prisoners' fare for many days； the field rations seemed like a banquet。 Dmitry； who had never had a pack； rifled his father's； taking deft care not to disturb its owner。 He shared his loot with Daghur and Willem； but only on demand； and somewhat petulantly。
Mark； sitting on a rock and chewing on some dried fruit from his own supply； found himself gazing into the eyes of Radulescu。 The officer； sitting nearby； was wearing an air of patience … rather； thought Mark； like a man allowing his herd of beasts to drink and graze a while before he whipped them on。
Obeying an impulse； Mark asked the officer suddenly： 〃What made you decide to rob what you were guarding； and join forces with the Baron？〃
Probably Radulescu was surprised by what must have struck him as impertinence。 But he made no objection； and answered promptly enough。 〃Have you seen Benambra？〃
〃Aye。 It was he who led the Whitehands who took us prisoners。〃
〃Well； I have seen him too。 And it was my first look at him； about a year ago； that made me decide to rob what I was guarding； as you put it。 Seeing just what I had to look forward to； if I worked diligently as a good officer； and was clever； devoted； fanatical； and lucky enough to rise to the very top of the Blue Temple hierarchy。〃
The rest stop went on longer than the leaders really wanted。 Doon and Radulescu were soon sighing and fidgeting； walking about nervously。 But Mitspieler continued in a deep sleep； and Doon when he looked at the wizard's face decided not to wake him； despite what were evidently the Colonel's whispered urgings that he do so。 The others meanwhile were ready to take advantage of whatever time for rest they were allowed。
When Mitspieler did awaken； it was suddenly。 And perhaps of himself； Mark； who happened to be watching； thought it was as if some unseen power had whispered into the wizard's ear。 The man sat up； alert from the start。 His first look； a grim one； was aimed at his son。 Then he cast a speculative glance toward Ariane。
Getting to his feet； Mitspieler asked Radulescu： 〃Have you the password that we'll need to get past the demon？〃
〃I have； of course。 I would not have e down into the caves without it。〃
〃And you're sure it's not been changed since you came down？ Hyrcanus on the surface can change it at any time； can't he？〃
Radulescu frowned at this。 〃Of course he can。 But he won't； he knows I'm down here。 If he had wanted to get rid of me； he wouldn't have done it that way。〃
〃I'm not so sure。〃 Mitspieler looked at the officer meditatively。 〃The Whitehands don't need a password； naturally。〃
〃Naturally not。 The demon is magically pelled to ignore their ings and goings。 The only ones who need a password are normal human visitors。〃 Radulescu smiled。 〃Like us。〃
Mitspieler sighed； and seemed to discard his misgivings； whatever they had been。 〃Well and good then。 Let's get on。〃
In a matter of moments everyone had packed up； and the party was moving on； with headlamps lighted against the darkness that Radulescu warned was just ahead。 Mark felt uneasy at the thought of his first encounter with a demon； now soon to e； even though he was basically confident of Radulescu's magical protection。
They had only just left the cave of rest； and were passing the place there； the tunnel branched； when a faint sound like a distant yell came drifting down the tunnel that led to the level above。
The leaders muttered briefly to each other； then ignored the sound and moved right on。
Ben asked Mark： 〃What was that？ An alarm？〃
〃If it was； we're past it now。 We might as well move on。〃
〃If they're looking for us up there； we'll run into trouble ing back。〃
Radulescu had heard this； and turned his head long enough to be reassuring。 〃There will be ways。 I know the caves； backward and forward and inside out。〃
〃But maybe someone besides you has discovered that the dragon's missing。 And the entrance stone's been enchanted； so it can be lifted from the inside。〃
The Colonel frowned。 He dropped back a little to walk with them。 〃Of course； I discovered those things。 That's why I felt sure I'd find you all down here somewhere。 But I was alone。 There are no regular patrols on the surface； Hyrcanus is dozing； as usual； in blissful ignorance。 And Benambra； if he's been given any report at all on my taking you away； thinks I'm marching you off to interrogation somewhere。 He's fairly bright； but he'll be kept busy for a while yet； disciplining the Field Marshall and his merry men； or trying to do so。 Trust me； I know the workings of this place。〃 The party advanced； but more slowly now； the leaders proceeding with caution。 The tunnel they were following soon opened up on the top and one side； to bee a mere ledge that clung to the face of an underground cliff。 The cliff's smooth face rose vertically here for about ten meters； and grew higher as the path continued its gradual descent。
The outer edge of the winding path was protected by a knee…high stone wall； and beyond this wall a slope went steeply down into the dismal darkness of a dry ravine。 A few meters beyond the ravine； another cliff went up to meet the roof。 The slopes were littered with fallen rocks。 Mark expected to see more bones among them； but discovered something else。 When he turned his light fully on one strange object he realized that it was either a grotesque doll； or a human body； clothes and all shrunken to the size of a withered child。 But once it had been bearded like a man。
〃One of Dactylartha's victims；〃 said Ariane； walking beside him。 Her voice was more dreamy than afraid。
〃Dactylartha？〃
〃That is the demon's name。〃
〃How do you know？〃
She didn't answer。 The two warbeasts were unfortable now； prowling first ahead of the human party； then hanging back。 Radulescu had to call them frequently to keep them close to his side。 The air in here smelled strange； thought Mark。 No； it was not so much a smell as it was a feeling； as if the temperature were unfortably high。 Or perhaps low。。。
〃He leaves his victims so？〃
〃Some demons do。 Others。。。 do other things； perhaps even uglier。〃 Her abstracted voice perturbed him。
〃What do you know of demons？ Where have you ever met one？〃 This was from Ben。
Again Ariane did not answer。 She walked on； moving steadily and smoothly enough； yet almost as if entranced。 Mark and Ben exchanged a momentarily helpless look behind her back。
The。。。 wrongness。。。 in the air increased。 Mark had heard that demons sometimes advertised their proximity so； but he had not felt the effect before。 Looking at the others； he thought that now it was bothering them all。 Except for Radulescu； who might be used to it； and perhaps Doon； whose pride probably refused to let a feeling of illness show。 Even Mitspieler； who presumably could defend himself to some extent； looked paler than before。
Now the officer stopped and turned。 With a gesture he stopped the others； who were now all following him at a distance of a few paces。 〃Wizard； you e forward with me； if you will … just in case； as you suggested； there is some difficulty about the password：〃
〃Why should there be？〃 demanded Doon。
Radulescu doubtless would have liked to ignore him； but knew better than to try。 〃I don't know。 But just in case。 The rest of you wait here。 Imp； e with me； lad。〃 This last was addressed to the grayer and larger of the warbeasts； which whined at the mand but reluctantly
