The Survivors (23 page)

Gradually Omer’s howls turned to hoarse sobs. Bradok looked around. Omer wasn’t the only one mourning. Marl Anvil held his grandchildren as they wept for the loss of their grandmother. Urlish Hearthhome and Seerten Rockhide held each other, and both seemed to be in shock. Others sat, stunned, miserable.

The tentacles had retreated to the ceiling, but Bradok knew they’d badly hurt the survivors. Behind him Omer howled again.

“Will someone shut him up?” Chisul said, emerging from behind a column of rock. He had a long smear of the sticky tentacle fluid on his right side and cradled his right arm against his body.

Bradok was enraged. With a howl to match Omer’s, he leaped at Chisul, brandishing his sword. He grabbed Silas’s son by the shirtfront and pressed his sword against the dwarf’s throat.

“I’d shut my mouth if I were you,” Bradok yelled, tasting bile in his mouth. “That little girl is dead because of you!”

Chisul struggled in vain to throw Bradok off with his one good arm.

“I had nothing to do with that,” he protested.

“You had to be the big dwarf,” Bradok spat. “You had to convince everyone to stay here. The compass warned us to move on!”

He shoved Chisul away so hard, the dwarf stumbled and fell in a heap. Bradok threw his sword down in the sand and stormed off. He wanted to be mad at Chisul, but he was really mad at himself. He couldn’t help thinking that he should have done more to convince everyone to follow the compass. In his dream, Silas had told him to be strong. In the future he would have to be stronger, strong enough to face down Chisul or Corin or anyone or everyone. If he weren’t strong in the future, more lives would be lost.

Bradok walked back to where Much stood clutching the little rag doll to his chest.

“This didn’t have to happen,” Bradok hissed. “We should have done what the compass said. It’s my fault. You should blame me.”

“You didn’t make us stay here,” Much said ruefully. “We voted for that. Remember?”

Bradok held Much’s eyes for a long moment. Then he turned and went back to retrieve his sword. He picked it up, slid it into its sheath, then turned to address the huddled dwarves.

“All right, listen up,” he called out in a hoarse voice. “Everyone get your gear together and get down to the beach. Stay alert for any more tentacles. You have five minutes, go.”

After exchanging glances, everyone scurried into action. Bradok turned to find Thurl standing quietly behind him.

“You want I should kill him?” Thurl asked, nodding toward Chisul. The assassin looked almost fully recovered. The way he asked the question was like asking someone to pass the salt at the supper table. “I can make it look like an accident,” he added.

Bradok shook his head. “It’s not really his fault,” he said. “Besides, we may need him.”

“What do you wish of me now?” Thurl asked.

Bradok stared at him. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“I am your man now,” Thurl said. “You saved my life; I am forever in your debt.”

“That isn’t necessary,” Bradok said, a little embarrassed. “I did what anyone would have done. You don’t owe me anything.”

Thurl shook his head and smiled, showing his pointed teeth. “I doubt anyone but you would have saved me.” He nodded toward Rose. “Maybe her,” he said, “but she was busy at the time.”

“Still,” Bradok said, “I don’t need a servant or an assassin.”

“The debt stands,” Thurl said firmly. “But since you don’t need me now, well, I’ll go help the others pack up.”

Bradok watched Thurl walk away, wondering what he would do about his new, unwanted friend. Whatever he decided, it would have to wait. He turned and walked down to the beach, stopping only long enough to use his sword to cut the top off of one of the fat, red mushrooms. Had the mushroom been more solid, the top could have been used as a shield. As it was, it would serve its purpose.

Much had led Omer down to the beach, away from the scene of death. He still held the body of Teal against his chest and refused to release her. Bradok came up to the small group and set the mushroom top down next to Omer, kneeling down.

“Give me the doll,” he said, reaching out to Much. Reluctantly the old dwarf passed it over.

“Omer,” Bradok said gently. “We need you to let go of Teal.”

“No,” Omer whispered. “Love Teal.” Tears streamed down his face.

“I know, Omer,” Bradok said. “We all loved her. But Teal’s gone. We have to let her go.”

“No!” Omer said. “Not let Teal go.”

Bradok put his hand on Omer’s shoulder. “She’s already gone, but she left something behind—for you.”

Bradok held out the doll and, after a long moment, Omer took it, handing over the toddler’s body. Reverently, Bradok
lifted the little girl and laid her on the flat underside of the mushroom top. She was still the most beautiful child, with rosy cheeks and delicate curly hair. Her tiny lips were curled in a relaxed smile, and she looked for all the world as if she were just playing peek-a-boo, waiting for someone to laugh before jumping up and surprising them all. The sight of her dead little body made Bradok ache.

“Get me some of the glowsacs from a Reorx’s torch mushroom,” he told Much.

Carefully, Bradok arranged Teal’s arms at her sides and brushed her curls out of her tranquil face.

“Here,” Much said, handing Bradok four glowing hunks of mushroom.

Bradok arranged the glowing bits around the edge of the mushroom top. He picked it up, surprised by how little it weighed, and waded into the gentle surf of the black lake. He placed the makeshift funeral boat on the water and pushed it out. It spun and bobbed until a current caught it and swept it out into the lake, a lone beacon of light against the vast darkness.

From behind him, someone began playing an ocarina, blowing a sad song whose words spoke of lost love. Bradok didn’t turn around, keeping his eyes on the death boat as it receded from his view.

“Good-bye, Teal,” Omer said in a small voice. “Never forget you.” He held the rag doll to his chest in a fierce grip. “Always love Teal,” he whispered. “Never forget.”

They stood there in the gentle surf, Bradok, Much, and Omer, for a long, long time, until the boat was just a pinpoint of light impossibly far away. Finally Bradok turned back.

“It’s time to go,” he said and marched up the slope, away from the beach.

When he reached the exit passage, he found everyone else had gathered there, waiting for him and the others. Rose and Kellik were putting sand in a shallow grave with the privy shovel.

“We buried her mother,” Rose said.

“I never knew her name,” Bradok confessed.

“Lonaway,” Kellik supplied. “Her husband’s name was Lodan. He’s one of the missing. Not much hope that he or any of them will be found alive.”

“How many did we lose?” Bradok asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

“Fourteen,” Rose said.

Bradok wanted to curse or scream or weep, but he was too weary to do anything except listen as Kellik recited a list of names.

Bradok recognized Isirah Anvil and Hurlic the Daergar. Most of the names were of dwarves he’d scarcely known, but he felt a sharp pain when Kellik read the name Dallon Ramshorn. Dallon was the wheelwright from Everguard who had fought the mushroom men beside him. Fought bravely, Dallon had. It seemed impossible that the big, easygoing dwarf could be gone, just like that.

“All right,” Bradok said once Kellik had finished listing the dead and Much and Omer had rejoined them. He raised his voice for the others to hear. “We’ve all lost friends and loved ones here tonight. We’ll mourn our dead as is proper, but for now we must go. It isn’t safe here, and we must find a place to rest and regroup.”

He checked the compass and found the Seer pointing onward as she had always done before. However, her face seemed sorrowful, as if she wept beneath the white bandage across her eyes.

“From now on I want four armed dwarves in the lead and two in the back,” Bradok said, snapping the compass lid closed.

Kellik, Vulnar, Tal, and Corin volunteered to take the lead, and Bradok said he’d bring up the rear with Thurl. With that, the dwarves began filing up the passageway in silence. He spotted Rose. She was cradling her right arm and seemed
to be limping, but she flashed him a warm smile as she moved in step with the others.

Bradok sighed and fell to walking beside Thurl. Just before the passage curved and the cavern disappeared behind them, he stopped and glanced back. He would have sworn he heard a toddler giggling.

The sound pained his heart.

He wondered if he’d ever forget that beautiful little girl and her giggle.

F
eeling too restless to sleep, they marched through the remaining night and well into the next day. As they went, Rose’s fears became manifest. The glowlamps seemed to give off less and less light with every passing hour. When they finally stopped in a small, bare cavern with a sandy bottom, everyone noticed the difference.

“The children are scared,” Much said once the ceiling of the cave had been meticulously inspected for evidence of the insidious cave fishers. “Some of the adults too, I have to admit.”

“What’s the big deal?” Corin said with a shrug. “We can all see in the dark. If the lamps go out, we can go on without ‘em.”

“That might be well and good for you,” Rose said with a shiver, “but most of us aren’t used to living our lives in total darkness.”

“Not to mention the fact that I can’t see in the dark at all,” Perin said feebly. Everyone looked at him sympathetically. Perin was so quiet and helpful all the time that most of the dwarves had forgotten, almost, that he was a human.

“So you pretend to be blind until we find some more glowing mushrooms,” Corin told the tall human. “We’ll lead you along just fine.”

Perin looked distressed but said nothing else. Bradok had the distinct impression the human was afraid of the dark.

“I’m more worried about safety,” Much said. “We can’t see nearly as far in the dark as we can in the light. How will we keep a lookout for cave fishers and other dangers when the glowstones fail?”

The thought of bedding down under a nest of unseen cave fishers gave everyone the chills. Even Corin had no reply.

“We’ll use the stones as long as they last,” Bradok said. “In the meantime, we’ll harvest every glowing mushroom we find.”

“Chisul and I already collected the ones we passed,” Much said. “He’s cutting off the glowsacs and passing them out right now.”

“That won’t last long enough,” Corin said. “Once you pick those glowing ones, they only glow for about two days.”

“So we’ll keep harvesting,” Bradok said. “For now, that’s the only plan we have. I think we’d better get some rest.”

They all looked disappointed in his leadership, Bradok thought. “I can’t bless stones and make them glow,” he told himself.

If the Seer in the compass had any ideas, she kept them to herself, simply standing erect and resolute each time Bradok checked. The one bright spot was that her glowing image gave off a fair amount of light and could serve as a small lamp in a pinch.

As everyone bedded down, Bradok volunteered to stand watch with Thurl. An uneventful few hours later, Perin, Xurces, and Rose arrived for the next rotation. Bradok stretched sleepily then turned to go. But Rose grabbed his arm and pulled him aside.

“I told you yesterday, I need to speak to you,” she said urgently. “I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone. Now is the time.”

“Can’t it wait?” Bradok asked, weariness tugging his eyelids down.

“It’s already waited too long,” Rose said in a deadly serious voice.

Bradok sighed. “All right,” he said.

Instead of releasing his arm, she pulled him back away from the others and toward the tunnel.

“Where—?” Bradok began, but Rose hushed him.

When they were far enough down the tunnel that they could no longer make out the dimming light of the glowlamps, Rose stopped. Bradok had no idea what she might be up to, but suddenly he felt nervous in the dark with her. The image of her, standing naked in shallow water, came unbidden to his mind and, after letting it linger a moment longer than he should have, he pushed it away.

Bradok’s eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the total darkness, so he was surprised when a small light flared up between them. In her hand, Rose held a glowsac harvested from a Reorx’s torch mushroom.

“Hold this,” she said, passing the glowing fungus to him.

Then, astonishing him, Rose took off her cloak and dropped it to the floor of the passage. Abruptly Bradok found himself more wide awake than he’d felt in hours.

Not noticing the awkward look on his face, Rose took hold of her shirt cuff and pulled it up to her elbow, exposing her right forearm.

“Look at this,” she said, holding her arm out so Bradok could examine it.

He held the bit of glowing mushroom up to get a better look. Not discerning anything out of place, he took hold of her proffered arm. Touching her arm made him shiver curiously, though her skin seemed fine, a shade darker than he was used to, perhaps, but surface dwarves got more color than their underground cousins.