Lost Empires - Faces Of Deception Part 19

"It would... it does." Atreus's heart was suddenly as light as a bird. He took her hands and said, "Just knowing that you would come with me makes me happierthan I have ever been in my life."

"Would?" Seema echoed. "You do not want me to?"

"I want you to...."

Atreus paused to gather his strength, imagining what Seema's life would be like in Erlkazar. Court ladies whispering that she loved Atreus's gold more than him, freshly slaughtered meat at every banquet, jousts, bloodbaths, and wars that sprang up on the whim of an angry king.

"I can't ask you to leave Langdarma," he continued. "My world would poison you,just as surely as Tarch poisoned Langdarma."

Seema squeezed his hand. "You are not asking me to leave," she countered. "Iam asking you to let me come."

Atreus did not even hesitate in saying, "I can't The Sannyasi is right about the Outside. It ruins everything it touches, and I would hate myself for allowing that tohappen to you."

"I am strong," Seema insisted. "You cannot know*"

"He's right" Yago came around the table and laid a big hand on Seema'sshoulder. "I'd like nothing more than for you to come with us*for Atreus's sake*but it wouldn't be right Sooner or later, you'd start missing this place more than you love him, and then you'd hate him for it."

Seema furrowed her brow and said, "I could never hate*" "In Erlkazar, you could," said Atreus. "The Outside is full of hate. I love you morethan my own life, but you are not the reason Sune sent me here." "Then Sune is a cruel G.o.ddess," said Seema, "because I am going to miss you,and there was never any hope of finding what you came for."

"I found it for a time, and I will never forget that."

Atreus grew thoughtful, recalling how he looked in the reflecting pool, then thought of the beast he had glimpsed watching them."Perhaps she is not so cruel after all." Seema scowled. *What are you saying?* she asked.*That she told me to fill the vial from the fountain of infinite Grace, not the pool----*

Seema looked more concerned than ever. "There are no fountains at the Palace of Serenity," she said."Not outside," said Atreus, "but that water must be coming from somewhere."

Chapter 16.

As Atreus and his companions splashed up the flooded stairs into the alabaster palace, a scaled tentacle flicked out from a second story archway and twined itself around one of the gallery's slender support columns. The expedition came to a stunned and breathless halt. The appendage was as thick as Yago's forearm, coated in stringy gleet, and as black as obsidian. It ended in a small scarlet mouth surrounded by a ring of finger-like tendrils.

Ris.h.i.+ stopped at the top of the stairs and reached past Atreus to catch Seema by the sleeve. "Good lady," he said, "you are certain we need nothing but these stones?" He hefted the bucket of pebbles in his hand. "Whatever awaits us at the other end of that tentacle, I would feel much safer meeting it with an axe in my hands."

"I do not care how you feel." Seema pulled her arm free, then stepped onto the gallery with her own bucket of pebbles and said, "If you are afraid, do not come."

Atreus winced at Seema's harsh tone. She had agreed only hesitantly to helphim find the source of the twinkling stream, and even more hesitantly to bring hiscompanions along in case of trouble. He paused at the edge of the gallery andturned to the nervous Mar.

"Ris.h.i.+, there's no need for you inside. In fact, if something does happen, it might be better to have someone out here."

"Are you saying I am a coward? I have every right to be here. If you want to leavesomeone behind, leave Yago!" The Mar stepped past Atreus and followed Seema onto the gallery. Yago raised his brow and glanced back at the reflecting pool, clearly

thinking it would be a fine place to wait.

"Sorry, Yago," said Atreus. "If we do run into trouble, you'll be our only advantage."

"I'd be more of an advantage with a club," grumbled the ogre. He s.h.i.+fted his hold onthe heavy cask in his arms. "If that thing attacks us, what am I going to do with a bunchof pebbles?"

Atreus glanced at the huge tentacle stretched across the gallery, trying to imaginethe size of the beast at the other end. "Probably the same thing you'd do with a club ... not much."

Carrying his own bucket of pebbles, Atreus stepped onto the gallery behind Seemaand Ris.h.i.+. On the other side of the scaly black tentacle, the stream of s.h.i.+ning waterspilled out from the palace's central arch and split into two currents, one flowingtoward Atreus and the other in the opposite direction. Though the water was onlyfingertip deep, Atreus could feel its magic p.r.i.c.kling his feet through his boots.

Seema reached the tentacle and stopped to stare down at it. When the creaturedid not withdraw the scaly appendage, she shook her pebble bucket loudly,then squatted down and duck-walked underneath. When she stood on the otherside, her chestnut skin had paled to the color of honey.

She waved Ris.h.i.+ under the tentacle. "Come along," she said. "The Dweller won't bother you."

"You are certain?" Ris.h.i.+ asked.

Atreus gave the Mar a gentle nudge and said, "Go on."

"Yeah ... what you waiting for?" added Yago. "Ain't you got every right to be here?"

Ris.h.i.+ scowled over his shoulder, shook his pebble bucket as Seema had, and ducked under the Dweller's tentacle. When he reached the other side, he stood quickly and turned to face Atreus and Yago. Before the Mar could repay their taunts,the tentacle slowly untwined itself.

Ris.h.i.+ dropped his pebble bucket and leaped back, reaching under his cloak. The tentacle merely rippled back into the murky archway, and the Dweller vanished into the darkness.

Atreus caught Ris.h.i.+'s wrist. "What have you got there?" he asked sternly. "Seema said no weapons."

"Most definitely, she did," Ris.h.i.+ admitted and drew up his cloak, displaying the yak-hair tunic underneath. "My reaction was only out of habit, as the good sir will certainly agree if he cares to examine my person."Atreus studied the Mar's torso and the inside lining of his cloak. When he did not findthe telltale bulge of a hidden knife, he motioned Ris.h.i.+ to lower his cloak. "My apologies for doubting you." "No apologies necessary," said Ris.h.i.+. "The blame ismine, entirely and without sharing."

Atreus motioned the Mar forward, feeling somewhat guilty for his suspicions. He was hardly blind to Ris.h.i.+'s anger over the Sannyasi's decision, but it seemed hypocritical to doubt the Mar when he himself resented having to leave Langdarma.Seema had accused Sune of being cruel, but it seemed to Atreus that the Sannyasiwas the heartless one. If Langdarma could abide someone as bitter and sharp-tongued as k.u.mara, surely the valley would not be ruined by the presence of a singleugly westerner.

Seema paused to wait at the central arch, and they all stepped into the murkypalace together. A film of cool dew formed on their skin almost instantly, and the airsmelled as dank and earthy as a cavern. The trickle of running water came from every direction, echoing through a ghostly forest of alabaster support columns. Theonly light came from the sparkling stream itself, leading like an arrow straight to adistant aura of silver radiance.

Atreus glanced into the murk alongside the stream and saw the Dweller lurkingamong the shadows, a nebulous black shape silhouetted against the alabaster columns beyond. The monster seemed as large as an elephant, with a slug-like tail and a formless body covered in dense black scales. Just looking at it filled Atreus witha cold, queasy fear. Seema led the way deeper into the palace. The monster slithered along beside them, laying a swath of white slime in its wake. As it moved, itemitted a low, constant rumble that might have been a gurgling belly or a threateninggrowl.

The thing swung its gruesome head around, locking gazes with Atreus. Suddenly, he could see nothing but an ebony beak and three scarlet eyes ringed by a mane of writhing black tentacles. He felt goose b.u.mps p.r.i.c.kling his skin, s.h.i.+versrunning down his spine, and something oily and alien gliding into his mind. He experienced a sensation somewhere between thought and emotion, an instinct ofpure, unbridled malevolence that might have been the Dweller's or his own.

Atreus wanted to look away but could not free himself from the monster's gaze. Itwas as though one of the creature's scaly tentacles had somehow slithered into his skull and wrapped its tiny fingers around his brain, holding his head motionless so thathe could neither close his eyes nor look away. His thoughts and memories beganto swirl through his mind in a wild cyclone, then he heard his pebble bucket crash to thefloor and felt himself step forward. As his foot came down, the monster blinked. Atreus found himself dangling abovethe ground, pinned to Yago's ma.s.sive chest. His face was cold and wet and tinglingwith the magic of the s.h.i.+ning water, and Seema was stooping down before him,cupping her hands in the stream. She stood and hurled another handful into hiseyes, nearly blinding him with brilliant flashes of silver.

"That's enough ... I can't see it anymore!" Atreus said, shaking the water from his eyes. "I can't see anything."

"That will pa.s.s soon enough," said Seema. "But you must not allow the Dweller to lureyou off. They are very unpredictable, and sometimes it is decades before they release their playmates."

"They?" Atreus demanded. "There's more than one?"

"So it is said," Seema replied. "I have only seen one."

"You told us it wasn't dangerous," growled Yago.

"I said you would not be harmed if you did exactly as I said," replied Seema. "HasAtreus been harmed?"

The ogre placed Atreus on the ground and rapped him between the shoulders. Atreus, still struggling to overcome the water's dazzling effects, stumbled two stepsforward before catching his balance.

"I guess you're okay," said the ogre. "But I still don't like coming in here with nothingbut rocks. She could be leading us into a trap."

"Seema wouldn't do that," said Atreus.

"Because you two did a fracas?" Yago mocked. Among ogres, it was not uncommonfor an unhappy wife to arrange her mate's death. "Maybe that's the reason. It's not like you've had a lot of practice with the real thing."

"Seema's not a thing," Atreus said. "And humans don't treat their mates... er, lovers... that way."

"Why didn't she warn us about that Dweller?" Yago demanded.

"The Dwellers summon every person differently," Seema said. "I have heard of people being sung to or lured with sweet aromas*"

"And she didn't want us to come here in the first place," Yago continued, speaking over Seema. "She's trying to protect something*just like she was trying to protect Langdarma when she nearly got you killed."

"Yes, and I suspect now she's trying to protect us," said Atreus. He gestured into the shadows, which were empty of the Dweller. "Whatever that thing is, I don't think weapons would do us much good."

He gave Seema an apologetic shake of the head, picked up his pebble bucket, andgestured for her to lead the way. The Dweller did not show itself again, but they couldhear it paralleling their course, its heavy body making wet sucking sounds as it slithered through the shadows alongside them.

After Atreus's nose grew accustomed to the cavern-like smell of the place, hebegan to notice the subtle stench of brimstone wafting through the alabaster forest. At first, he thought it might be some odor the creature was emitting. Then hestarted to glimpse the jagged throats of rough-hewn tunnels along the palace walls.They had pa.s.sed into the mountain itself.

As they neared the back of the huge chamber, the forest of alabaster pillars gave way to a black granite wall. The aura of silver radiance continued to brighten, and they soon recognized it as the s.h.i.+ning aura of a small pond, formed when an alabaster pillar toppled or was pushed across the stream. The falling column had brought with it a sizable heap of rubble that someone had shaped into a shallow dam. On one rim of this dam sat a small marble bench, and scattered across its surface were a dozen floating lotus blossoms.

Beyond the pond, barely visible through its cloudy aura of brilliance, an even brighter stream of twinkling water cascaded down a stairway from the unseen depths of the palace's inner sanctum. Atreus smiled. The water appeared to be growing more potent as they neared its source.

The Dweller emerged from the shadows beside the pond, its big belly scales hissing across the stone floor as it slithered up to the dam. Atreus's stomach turned cold and queasy again. Without really meaning to, he stopped and averted his gaze, watching from the corner of his eye as the monster stuck its tentacle-festooned head into the water.

The creature looked as though it were drinking, but then it began to stretch forwardand twist its neck about, searching for something on the bottom of the pool. Seemacontinued forward until she could peer over the rubble dam down into the pond, andwaved her companions forward.

"This is very special," she whispered. "You must see."

Ris.h.i.+ crept ahead without hesitation, but Atreus found himself lagging behind,struggling with his memory of how easily the monster had taken control of him. Only hisbodyguard's looming presence, and the certain knowledge that the ogre wouldinterpret any hesitation as further evidence of Seema's trustworthiness, compelledAtreus forward at all.

When he reached Seema's side, he bit his cheeks to keep from crying out inwonder. The bottom of the pool was buried in diamonds, rubies, sapphires, everytype of precious stone, all in their natural form and some as large as a man's thumb.The Dweller was rummaging through the jewel bed, pulling out the brightest stonesand holding each one to an eye for a closer examination. It threw many stonesback, usually those cloudier or less deeply colored than their fellows. It placed theother gems into the scarlet mouths at the end of its tentacles and sucked them upinside the scaly appendages.

"Seema, you are a hopeless liar!" cried Ris.h.i.+. "Did you not tell me just this morningthere was no treasure in Langdarma?"

"This is not Langdarma's treasure." Seema smirked at the Mar as though daringhim to steal it. "It belongs to the Dwellers, and you must not touch it.""Are you mad?" Ris.h.i.+ gasped. *Those are diamonds . . . and rubies. They are notmeant to fill the gizzard of some overgrown snail!""They will not," said Seema. "The Dwellers take them down into the mountains andplant them beneath the far reaches of the Yehimals."

"Where they will not be found for centuries?" A larcenous gleam appeared in Ris.h.i.+'s eye, and he seemed unable to rip his gaze from pool bottom as he said,"What good does that do? It is better for me to take them now. I can carry themstraight to the finest markets in the Five Kingdoms."

The Mar dropped his bucket and started forward without awaiting Seema's reply,but Atreus quickly caught him by the shoulder.

"Don't you think the Dweller will object to another pair of hands in its gem bed?Seema promised no harm would come to us as long as we did what she said. Iintend to see to it that we honor our agreement."

Ris.h.i.+'s gaze ran along the pool bottom to one of the Dweller's scaly tentacles,then up the appendage to the shapeless bulk of the monster's huge body. The larcenous gleam faded from his eyes, and he seemed slowly to return to his senses.

"You are absolutely right. A thousand grat.i.tude*s. I was lost in the monster's fiendish grip and would certainly have brought a swift and terrible end to us all if notfor your ready intervention."

"The Dweller calls to each of us in a different way," Seema agreed. "I am glad you have heard yours and returned to us whole."

"We will have to wait until after the monster is gone," the Mar said, then sat down on his pebble bucket, his gaze still fixed on the pool. "Surely, there will be a bucketful left for us."

Seema's face grew stern and she said, "Even if you had so many days, that is not why I brought you here." She jerked Ris.h.i.+ to his feet, s.n.a.t.c.hed his bucket up, and thrust it into his hands. "Let us do what we came to do and be gone."

Seema cast an angry look at Atreus, clearly holding him responsible for the Mar'ssacrilege, then climbed onto the dam and dumped her pebble bucket into the s.h.i.+ningbasin. A tentacle snaked over to inspect the stones and rose briefly out of thepool and slapped the surface, splas.h.i.+ng Seema with a stream of s.h.i.+ning water. It wasimpossible to guess whether the gesture was one of thanks or irritation. Seemamotioned the others over, gesturing for them to do as she had. After dumping theirbuckets, Atreus and Ris.h.i.+ each received a similar splash. When Yago dumped hiscask, the Dweller rested its tentacle on his shoulder and rubbed his face, smearingthe ogre's orange cheek with white slime. "Hey!"

Yago knocked the tentacle away and the Dweller responded by flicking theappendage back toward him. When the ogre fell for the feint and brought his otherarm across to block, the monster struck, slapping Yago alongside the head so hardthat he tumbled backward off the dam. He landed with a deafening crash and spranginstantly to his feet, only to find the tentacle's finger-like end tendrils waving in his face.

Keeping a cautious eye on the tendrils, Yago began to edge toward the marble bench. "Yago!" Seema hissed, wrapping both hands around the ogre's wrist and pullinghim toward the head of the pool. "What are you doing?" "You saw," the ogre said as he backed away from the Dweller. "That thing wentafter me!"

"It was only playing," Atreus said, hoping he was right. "If that monster had beenattacking, I doubt any of us would be here."Seema nodded, her eyes as hard as ice. "I pray we are not about to discover the truthof that," she said, and began to edge along the dam toward the granite stairs. "I donot know what the Dweller will do when we pa.s.s the Pool of Gems. I have never beenbeyond here."

Ris.h.i.+ rolled his eyes, clearly believing this was just one more lie designed to protect Langdarma's secret treasures.

Atreus stepped to the head of the line. "In that case," he said, "let me go first...

alone. If the Dweller objects, perhaps he will only attack me."

"I'm the bodyguard," objected Yago.

"But it's my quest," Atreus said, then made the small leap from the dam to the firststep. "What does it mean if I don't go first?"

Yago frowned, and Atreus ascended the staircase while the ogre was still trying topuzzle out the question. The Dweller raised its tentacles and c.o.c.ked its head, itsdark scarlet eyes growing steadily dimmer as Atreus climbed out of the pool's brilliant aura. He averted his own glance and was careful not to lock gazes with themonster. When the trio of scarlet eyes finally faded to nothingness, the creature letout one of its low belly rumbles and splashed its tentacles back into the water.

Atreus found himself standing alone at the entrance to what appeared to be anarrow, vaulted temple. Down each side ran a low meditation platform covered in themouldering remains of folded carpets. On the walls hung tatters of silken tapestries whose patterns and colors had long ago vanished into dust and mildew. The s.h.i.+ning stream ran straight up the aisle between the meditation platforms, narrowingin the distance until it finally vanished into the darkness.

"Atreus?" called Seema. For the first time since leaving her hut, there was genuineconcern in her voice. "Is everything well?"

"It's fine. Come up."

His companions emerged from the cloudy aura one after the other, each entering the strange vault in awestricken silence. Once they had gathered, Atreus quietly led the way up the aisle. A low murmur began to resonate in the back of his mind, growing more noticeable as they progressed. It was not a sound, but rather the perception of a sound, an echo that reverberated inside his head without pa.s.sing through his ears.

The murmur became a rhythmic growl, then a deep, guttural chant, and finallyan eerie pulsing roar as mesmerizing as it was maddening. Atreus looked backand found Yago and Ris.h.i.+ staring wide-eyed at the dark walls.

"You hear it too?"

Though Atreus had intended to speak only loud enough to make himself understood, his voice rang through the silent temple like a thunderclap.

Both Yago and Ris.h.i.+ nodded nervously.