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“No, Old One,” Tanis said hastily. “It would fry all of us in this narrow passage. Tas—”

Reaching the door, the kender pushed on it. “Drat, it’s open,” he said, disappointed not to have to pick a lock. He peered inside. “Just another room.”

They entered cautiously, Raistlin illuminating the chamber with the staff’s light. The room was perfectly round, about one hundred feet in diameter. Directly across from them, to the south, stood a bronze door and in the center of the room—

“A crooked column,” Tas said, giggling. “Look, Flint. The dwarves built a crooked column!”

“If they did, they had a good reason,” the dwarf snapped, shoving the kender aside to examine the tall, thin column. It definitely slanted.

“Hmmmm,” said Flint, puzzled. Then—“It isn’t a column at all, you doorknob!” Flint exploded. “It’s a great, huge chain! Look, you can see here it’s hooked to an iron bracket on the floor.”

“Then we are in the Chain Room!” Gilthanas said in excitement. “This is the famed defense mechanism of Pax Tharkas. We must be almost in the fortress.”

The companions gathered around, staring at the monstrous chain in wonder. Each link was as long as Caramon was tall and as thick around as the trunk of an oak.

“What does the mechanism do?” asked Tasslehoff, longing to climb up the great chain. “Where does this lead?”

“The chain leads to the mechanism itself,” Gilthanas answered. “As to how it works, you must ask the dwarf for I am unfamiliar with engineering. But if this chain is released from its moorings”—he pointed to the iron bracket in the floor—“massive blocks of granite drop down behind the gates of the fortress. Then no force on Krynn can open them.”

Leaving the kender to peer up into the shadowy darkness, trying in vain to get a glimpse of the wondrous mechanism, Gilthanas joined the others in searching the room.

“Look at this!” he finally cried, pointing to a faint door-shaped line in the stones on the north wall. “A secret door! This must be the entrance!”

“There’s the catch.” Tasslehoff, turning from the chain, pointed to a chipped piece of stone at the bottom. “The dwarves slipped up,” he said, grinning at Flint. “This is a false door that looks false.”

“And therefore not to be trusted,” Flint said flatly.

“Bah, dwarves have bad days like everyone else,” Eben said, bending down to try the catch.

“Don’t open it!” Raistlin said suddenly.

“Why not?” asked Sturm. “Because you want to alert someone before we find the way into Pax Tharkas?”

“If I had wanted to betray you, knight, I could have done so a thousand times before this!” Raistlin hissed, staring at the secret door. “I sense a power behind that door greater than any I have felt since—” He stopped, shuddering.

“Since when?” his brother prompted gently.

“The Towers of High Sorcery!” Raistlin whispered. “I warn you, do not open that door!”

“See where the south door leads,” Tanis told the dwarf.

Flint stumped over to the bronze door on the south wall and shoved it open. “Near as I can tell, it leads down another passage exactly like all the others,” he reported glumly

“The way to Pax Tharkas is through a secret door,” Gilthanas repeated. Before anyone could stop him, he reached down and pulled out the chipped stone. The door shivered and began to swing silently inward.

“You will regret this!” Raistlin choked.

The door slid aside to reveal a large room, nearly filled with yellow, brick-like objects. Through a thick layer of dust, a faint yellowish color was visible.

“A treasure room!” Eben cried. “We’ve found the treasure of Kith-Kanan!”

“All in gold,” Sturm said coldly. “Worthless, these days, since steel’s the only thing of any value.…” His voice trailed off, his eyes widened in horror.

“What is it?” shouted Caramon, drawing his sword.

“I don’t know!” Sturm said, more as a gasp than words.

“I do!” Raistlin breathed as the thing took shape before his eyes. “It is the spirit of a dark elf! I warned you not to open that door.”

“Do something!” Eben said, stumbling