Escape from Undermountain - Mark Anthony [49]
"So you're the last?" Corin asked breathlessly. Caught up in the creature's tale, he had forgotten his fear.
"I'm afraid so," the gargoyle said glumly. "I woke when you first entered the tomb, and I hid behind the dais. Now I see that I was the only one to wake. There were three others besides me when last we became stone. All must have crumbled since then." The gargoyle's voice turned into a sob. "What a cruel joke that I am the last! I should have attacked you when you entered the tomb. I should have protected my creators. Instead I hid like a coward, and now Talastria and Orannon are no more. I suppose I will crumble, too, now that they are destroyed."
Beckla tapped her cheek thoughtfully. "I'm not so certain. It seems to me that if you were still under their power, you would have turned back to stone with their destruction. But you're still flesh. I think that perhaps you are free of them."
The gargoyle glanced up at Beckla in surprise. "Free?" A look of wonder crossed his doglike face. The green light in his eyes flashed. "Free." He murmured the word again in amazement.
As the gargoyle contemplated the wizard's words, Artek drew the others aside.
"So what are we going to do with it?" he asked quietly.
"It's not an it," Beckla replied testily. "It's a him. I'm going to call him Guss."
"Whatever for?" Artek asked.
"Terrathiguss is too long," Beckla explained. "And it really doesn't suit him. He's much too nice to have that kind of a name."
Artek shook his head, trying to follow her reasoning. "But why call it-I mean him-anything at all?"
"Because we're adopting him," Beckla said crisply.
"Oh, how delightful!" Corin exclaimed happily.
"Are you insane, wizard?" Artek hissed. "In case you hadn't noticed, he's a gargoyle. We are not adopting him!"
"Quiet, Ar'talen!" Beckla said crossly. "You'll hurt his feelings."
Sputtering, Artek tried to come up with a sensible reply to this madness. Beckla breezed by him, approaching the gargoyle.
"It's decided, Terrathiguss," she said cheerfully. "We're trying to get out of Undermountain, and you're welcome to come with us. I would like to call you Guss, too-it's a much nicer name for you. But it's all up to you, of course."
The gargoyle leapt to his feet in surprise. "Well, I like Guss just fine," he gasped, "but do you really mean the rest? You want me to come with you?"
Beckla nodded solemnly. "We do."
"All of you?" Guss asked. He looked hopefully at Artek.
Artek opened his mouth, but a sharp glance from Beckla made him rethink his reply. "Yes," he grumbled darkly. "All of us."
"You might be sorry, you know," Guss said gravely. "I was created by dark wizards as a creature of destruction. I am evil by nature."
Beckla smiled. "I rather doubt that."
The gargoyle grinned back at her, displaying row upon row of sharp teeth. Somehow the expression was more charming than terrible. Artek was forced to admit to himself that Guss did seem friendly. And it couldn't hurt to have a gargoyle on their side.
"Look at this!" Corin said suddenly.
The nobleman had been rummaging inside one of the stone coffins, and his eager face was covered with dust. He gripped a tattered book in his hand.
The others gathered around Corin as he opened the tome. The brittle yellow pages were covered with the same spidery writing as the messages the two apprentices had scratched on the walls.
"I think it's their diary!" Corin exclaimed excitedly, thumbing through the book.
Artek peered more closely at the tome, but he could not make out the ancient writing. "Can you read it?"
Corin frowned, squinting at the murky text, then shook his head. "It's written in Thorass, all right. But I'm afraid the ink is too faded to make out more than a word or two. Perhaps I could-wait a minute! What's this?"
The nobleman flipped back to the page that had caught his eye. It displayed a map showing twisting halls joining myriad