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  It had only taken a few moments. As quickly as the threat had appeared, it was gone. Ivy sat at the edge of the room, shaking her head. "Well, that was fun, I think. Good work, Gunderal."

  "Oh dear," said Gunderal, pointing at the shattered bits of skull scattered through the other bones. Tendrils of green flame were sprouting from each separate piece of the skull. As they all watched, the pale green flames twisted across the room, reaching for each other. "We should leave now."

  "Isn't it dead?" asked Sanval, straightening his helmet after he sheathed his sword.

  "It was always dead," explained Gunderal, pushing them toward the archway at the opposite end of the room. "But it is one of those dead things that can put itself back together again."

  "I hate those types of dead things," grumbled Mumchance.

  "Dead should stay dead," added Zuzzara, picking up the torch and shovel that she had dropped when she grabbed Gunderal. She thrust the shovel, handle straight down, through her belt and raised the still-lit torch high to illuminate the exit.

  "I could not agree more," said Kid, skipping back and forth and watching how the green flames tended to bend toward him whenever he passed too close. "But perhaps we can break this spell." He reached down and scooped up one rotten molar that had been knocked out of the flameskull's jaw. Kid tucked it into one of the many pouches dangling from his belt.

  "Ugh, that is one terrible souvenir," commented Zuzzara as they left the room. "Kid, you should leave it be."

  "No, he should take it," said Gunderal. "Such guardians can rarely reassemble themselves if you take away a piece."

  "Hope you're right, little sister," said Zuzzara. "That thing nearly burned my britches."

  "Of course, I'm right. I told you. Trust me, I know magic."

  Beyond the room containing the flameskull was a swift, hidden passage back to the place where they fought the phantom fungus. Once they reached that room, the Siegebreakers would have no choice but to follow the northern passageway that Sanval had wanted to take in the first place-the one that sent them on the trail of the other party in the ruins and, possibly, a troop of Fottergrim's raiders. Ivy thought that Sanval looked smug, but when he caught her staring his face smoothed into that irritating bland look that he was so very good at.

  "Gunderal seems pleased," said Ivy to Mumchance, watching the little wizard walking in front of them. Although she still cradled her injured arm, the wizard held her head straight, and her long black hair bounced on her shoulders, free at last from its confining top-knot.

  "Yes," said Mumchance, but there was no elation in his voice.

  "What is wrong?"

  "Not all her spells worked," Mumchance replied with a frown. "She couldn't throw a decent frost, that wall of water nearly collapsed, and she should have been quicker with slapping that last spell on Sanval. That trick should have been easier for her. And, Ivy, we may need more from her before we are out of here. The river is going to worm its way into these tunnels. I just know it. And the only one of us that has any control over water is Gunderal. But if she has no control over her magic, then we are sunk-way down in the mud sunk."

  "You worry too much," said Ivy. Gunderal had been slow in the fight-Ivy had never seen her more unsure when casting a spell-but she was not going to give the dwarf the satisfaction of agreeing with his gloomy prognostication. After all, she was the captain of this little company, and a captain should be optimistic even when she was stuck up to her hips in a mucky situation with only one shovel to dig herself out. She tried to cheer the dwarf up. "After we got away from the river bank, it's been bone dry, even in the ossuary!"

  "Make jokes if you want. But it doesn't feel dry to me. Just you wait and see."

  As they entered the baths, the smell of the dead phantom fungus assaulted their noses. Mumchance glanced down into the dry pool with the mosaic bottom, shifting his head so he was staring straight down with his good eye. He cursed-quiet little curses that made Wiggles whine-and waved his lantern over the edge of the pool. Dry dust had become slimy mud, and water clearly shone in the light of the torch.

  "The river is rising," Mumchance said, "and the water is running through the old pipes that fed the bath."

  "Well, that's something less than wonderful," observed Ivy before Mumchance could say anything more and upset everyone. Nobody needed to hear "I told you so" right now, most especially her.

  But Ivy was more worried than she let her friends see. The water was rising, and they still had no idea how to get out of the ruins of Tsurlagol. Ivy feared they might have to swim to make it out.

  CHAPTER NINE

  When they passed out of the chamber still stinking of dead bugbear and fungus, the Siegebreakers entered into a network of much broader tunnels. Looking at the ledges running high above them, Mumchance suggested that they were traveling down an ancient and dried-out storm sewer.

  "And," he pointed out glumly, "if it was a storm drain, it means that it had pipes feeding into it-the type of pipes that will carry the rising river water into it."

  "We'll worry about that when our feet get wet," countered Ivy.

  Kid picked up new sets of tracks in the tunnel. The four who had fled from the phantom fungus and a larger group following them. "Wide feet, short legs, iron nails striking sparks on the stone as they march along," said Kid, clicking beside the group, still watching for tracks in the dirt. "And that other thing behind, dragging over their footsteps and wiping some away." At one point, he stopped and stooped, tracing the peculiar track with one hand. "One very large snake moving very fast." Satisfied once the mysterious track was identified, Kid wandered out of the circle of lights cast by their torches and lantern, sniffing the air for more tunnel entrances.

  "Fottergrim had hobgoblins and mountain orcs moving in and out of the city until we bottled up the western woods," observed Sanval. "We never could find their tunnel. Maybe this is it." He sounded excited and pleased by the prospect of running into an unknown number of adversaries.

  "Maybe these are old tracks," said Ivy, with very little hope.

  "New," said Kid, rejoining the group. "A day, not more, perhaps less, my dear."

  Upon hearing that, Ivy shifted her position to the front, grabbing a torch from Zuzzara in passing. In her opinion, she was the best fighter among them, even if she did not have the shiniest armor.

  "Who is playing hero now?" whispered Mumchance to her.

  "Hey," said Ivy in sharp if not coherent rebuke.

  The dwarf jerked his head back toward Sanval. "You are mad that he killed the fungus."

  "Not at all," hissed Ivy. "Did you smell that thing?"

  "And smashed that skull."

  "He needed Gunderal's help to do that."

  "And Zuzzara stopped the kobolds."

  "Zuzzara is good with kobolds. I am more than happy to let her bat them around."

  "So why are you shoving to the front?"

  "Because I don't know if it is kobolds, fungus, or more talking skulls around the corner. And you know the rule. It's only a good day…"

  "…When everybody gets to go home."

  "So far, it has been a very bad day. I want it to be a good one," said Ivy. "Besides, right now, if we run into anything that is not an ally, I would prefer to hit it hard and keep hitting it until I feel better."

  "Fair enough," agreed Mumchance. The dwarf put Wiggles down to run. She raced past Ivy, yip-yap-yip, except the last yap cut off abruptly.

  "Wiggles!" yelled Mumchance. The dark way before them was filled with silence and shadows. "Wiggles!" The dwarf whistled and whistled again.

  Kid's sharp ears caught the answering bark. "Ahead, dear sir, ahead," he said. "And down."

  Around the next corner, the floor just disappeared. Ivy spotted the darkness half a step short of the edge, her foot raised. She stopped and leaned back, slapping her hand against the wall to balance herself. She raised the torch that she was carrying as high as possible to illuminate the hallway. The hole stretched halfway across th
e corridor. There was no sign of Wiggles.

  "Stupid, stupid mutt," murmured Ivy as she hung over the edge and waved her torch in an attempt to see Wiggles. Ivy's torch barely lit the wall for several feet down, and then the hole went black. "Dumb, dumb dog." But she muttered softly, so Mumchance could not hear. He was too busy whistling and calling to the little dog to pay any attention.

  "Stay, Wiggles, stay!" the dwarf yelled into the black hole.

  "Truly, truly wonderful," said Ivy.

  "I'll go, Ivy," said Mumchance. "I can grab her and get back here fast."

  Ivy stared at the dwarf, who was at least three centuries older than her and never a good climber, and sighed. "No, I will go down. I will get Wiggles. I will bring her back. You will all stay here and do nothing foolish, like come after me."

  She did not hear a chorus of agreement.

  "That was an order," she said.

  There was still silence.

  "I am an officer of Procampur-" Sanval began.

  Ivy interrupted him. "Which means that small white dogs are not your responsibility. Protecting my friends, however…"

  "They will be safe. I will protect them," he stated in his quiet manner. Ivy believed him. It had to be, she decided later, the way that he just gleamed in the torchlight. Shiny armor. It just made a man look like a hero, Ivy thought. Something about the way that he stood too. Absolutely straight. Sword drawn and clasped in both hands, point down. She had tried that stance a couple of times when she was younger. It had never worked for her. But Sanval, he made it look natural-like one of those guardian statues in the better class of temple. Although most guardian statues did not have a huge scorch mark running across one shiny boot and a worried frown wrinkling a normally smooth forehead.

  "It will be all right," she said, just to make that line disappear. It certainly did not suit Sanval's usual noble and serene demeanor. Ivy handed her torch to Kid, who just stood there looking at her with an eerily similar crease in the middle of his forehead that made the outer edges of his eyebrows tip up even more dramatically. "Don't worry. Whatever went down there is long gone. Just look after my friends."

  "Ivy, I got a rope off that dead bugbear," said Zuzzara, uncoiling it from around her waist.

  "See why we loot the dead when we can?" Ivy said to Sanval. He made no reply.

  Ivy pulled her gloves off her belt and put them on to protect her hands from the rope. She shifted her sword on her back again, making sure the ties were tight

  "Now, remember, everyone is going to stay right here," she said. Zuzzara found a protruding rock and tied off the rope, dropping it down into the black hole. Ivy grabbed the line and slowly descended into the darkness below.

  A torch dropped past her. It lit the bottom of the hole with a faint pool of light. Ivy glanced down. She could not see Wiggles, but she could hear the dog whining below her.

  She hit the sandy bottom of the hole and began to call the dog. "Come on, Wiggles, come here," she cajoled. "Come on, darling."

  A sharp bark sounded ahead of her. Ivy picked up the torch and advanced farther into the hole. She spotted the shine of white fur. Wiggles was backed into a crack in the wall, tail between her legs, ears flat back against her head.

  "Come on, Wiggles," said Ivy, "you know me. Nothing to be worried about. Come out, there's a good girl."

  The dog remained motionless, her eyes staring at Ivy, and she gave a soft whine.

  Intent on the dog cowering away from her, Ivy tripped over the giant black snake slithering across the floor. The creature reared up with a hiss, its mouth open and its fangs gleaming. Its head swung slowly, dipped to the floor of the pit, and led the curve of its body in a circle around her feet. She grabbed for her sword, trying to pull it one-handed out of the scabbard tied on her back while keeping the torch between her and the serpents bobbing head. The creature lashed out with unbelievable speed, uncoiling its length and circling upward around and around, over her ankles, around her knees, and up her thighs. Ivy lost her grip on the torch, which bounced harmlessly off the snake's back and rolled away.

  The serpent twisted up Ivy's body faster and faster, like lighting striking up from the ground. It pinned her arms in place; her right hand was twisted awkwardly up by her shoulder, still fumbling for her sword hilt. But her armor protected her arm, and, as painful as her pinned arm was, the position also kept the snake off of her throat.

  Ivy screamed-outraged at the suddenness of the attack, furious at the pain of her twisted arm-and tried to lunge out of the snake's coils. She could not move! The creature's body lapped around her, pressing against her ribs, and little stars danced in front of her eyes as the breath was slowly squeezed out of her. Her pulse beat frantically in her throat, and she knew that soon her heart would be crushed to a stop. The serpent's terrible head brushed against her face. She twisted her face clear, drawing shallow breaths against the overwhelming pressure, desperately trying to think of a way to escape from the crushing grip.

  Fangs, fangs, the thing had enormous fangs. She remembered the ivory flash in the torch light. Poisonous? Did crushing serpents need poison? Something snagged at the edge of her thick blonde braid and pulled it forward around her neck so that it hung over the front of her shoulder. For a terrible moment, her own hair felt almost like a second serpent around her throat. She could not draw a deep enough breath to scream again, but in her mind she was shrieking.

  When Ivy screamed, Sanval raced past Mumchance. He leaped straight out and, as gravity grabbed him, disappeared straight down.

  "Sanval, stop! That is the most unbelievably stupid," the dwarf yelled as Sanval's brilliantly shined helmet disappeared below the lip of the hole, "and brave… Zuzzara, follow him! Ivy is in trouble!"

  The Siegebreakers rushed to the edge of the hole. Zuzzara grabbed the rope and swung after the Procampur officer.

  Wiggles barked hysterically.

  Landing on the sandy floor with a thud, Sanval scooped Ivy's still burning torch from the floor. He thrust it toward the serpents eyes, less than a hand's width from Ivy's face, momentarily blinding the beast. The heat of the torch flared against Ivy's cheek, but the serpent's grip was so tight that she could not even wince. The giant snake hissed and wavered, obviously confused as to whether to bite Sanval or crush Ivy. Sanval ground the torch into one of the serpent's eyes. It popped and sizzled with a sickening smell right under Ivy's offended nose. She gagged. The giant snake tried to twist around and face this new threat with its one remaining eye.

  With a prolonged hiss, the creature struck at Sanval. Its ivory fangs gleamed more brightly than the Procampur captain's sword.

  Faster than one of Ivy's thundering heartbeats, Sanval thrust up with his blade, skewering the serpent through the jaw and piercing straight into its brain. The creature collapsed, its coils tightening in one last spasm of cruel strength, then going slack around Ivy's body.

  Ivy could clearly see her open-mouthed expression in the polished gloss of Sanval's breastplate as he tried to catch her with his free hand. She slid down in front of him until she was kneeling on the floor.

  "That was… That was…" She could not think what to say. She remained on her knees, gasping for breath.

  A worried Zuzzara dropped from the rope, arriving on the pit's floor with an audible thump of haste. Her shovel was held high, ready to brain any attacker. "Ivy? Sanval? Are you all right?"

  Wiggles crept out of the hole where she was hiding and rushed to Ivy, collapsing by her side with a doggy sigh of relief.

  Ivy swallowed and tried to speak again. She could feel her ribs creaking when she took a deep breath, but nothing felt broken. She shook herself free of the coils of the dead serpent, as Sanval pulled the weight of it away from her.

  Sanval caught her elbows and helped her to her feet. Ivy nearly swatted his hands away. After all, she wasn't some weak court lady who needed a hand up every time she tripped over her silk shoes or a giant snake. Then she took a deep breath to clear her mind as well as her
lungs, and decided that Sanval would reach down to anyone who needed help, not because that person was weak but just because that was what you did when you lived by the rigid rules of Procampur courtesy. Why not let him be polite for once-it would make the man happy-especially when her knees were wobbling and she was still seeing little stars dancing in front of her eyes.

  Sanval did not even look winded. Just concerned.

  "Ivy?" asked Sanval. "Are you bleeding? Your face, your hair?"

  It was a trick of the torchlight. Ivy felt the dampness in her hair and a trickle down her face. It was wet, it was cold, and it was water, showering in rapidly increasing drops from the ceiling.

  "Ivy!" Mumchance leaned far over the edge, head tilted to one side as he strained to see her. "We need to go! There's a lot of water coming down the tunnel."

  "No, no, no!" Ivy could not prevent the childish sound of mutiny in her voice. The gods knew, she could take falling into a river, getting lost in a maze of dark tunnels, and fighting off kobolds, phantom fungus, and giant snakes. She could even take getting rescued by somebody who acted like he belonged in one of her mother's heroic ballads-though she meant to repay the favor as quickly as she could, because she did have her pride after all. Everything that had happened was just the sort of thing that could happen on the edges of a siege, when you were supposed to be doing a job and were getting lost instead in ruins that stretched on forever. She was serene about all of that. Most assuredly, she had handled anything that had come before. But she absolutely and completely refused to be sanguine about drowning in the dark. If she wanted to panic now, she would panic.

  In the climb out of the hole, pulling herself up the rope slowly, each stretch of Ivy's right arm caused twinges all down her snake-bruised body. Wiggles rode triumphant on her shoulder, barking directly in her ear when she scented Mumchance above them. As soon as Ivy was level with the top of the hole, the dwarf reached out and snagged the little dog, hugging her tight to his chest.