Masquerades - Kate Novak [163]
Thistle realized with sickening dread that Victor was sensitive to the fact that she was descended of royalty and he was only a noble. Even worse, no matter how loyal and loving she was, the nobleman did not like having to rely on her to reach the treasure.
The final disappointment came when, instead of spending the rest of the evening alone with her, the croamarkh had asked her to wait on the tower while he assembled his forces to help clear out the treasure.
Now Thistle waited alone, trying to convince herself that Victor was still worthy of the treasure because he would use it to make Westgate a city of beauty and justice, admired by all. She suspected, however, that he was not the lover she had dreamed of.
The interdimensional portal to Verovan's treasure hung twenty feet from the edge of the tower. By stroking the spine of her feather brooch Thistle could cause the portal to open just a crack. First a section of the sky would ripple, causing the stars to shimmer. Then a searing white light would flash out from the eldritch rent in the planar fabric. As soon as the girl removed her hand from the brooch, the portal snapped shut, leaving her standing in the dark, beneath the starlit sky. If she held the pin long enough, the portal grew into an oval eight feet across by twelve feet high. Once the portal was completely opened, it sent out a dark, arcing bridge to the edge of the tower.
Thistle stroked the feather brooch, causing the sky to flash as if with heat lightning. Something hissed in the darkness behind her, and Thistle turned around slowly, more curious than startled.
Dragonbait stepped out of the shadow of the tower battlement. He had been hiding there since Thistle and Victor had arrived at the castle. He had seen how Victor had played on Thistle's affections and had watched as she had demonstrated how to use the feather brooch to reach Verovan's hold. Thistle had arrived with Victor giddy and carefree, but now she was solemn and melancholy. The saurial hoped that meant he could now convince her to come away from the tower-for he was growing nervous for her safety-for the safety of all of Westgate.
Each time Thistle stroked the feather brooch, cracking open the portal, the paladin's shen sight sensed a bolt of lightning and went momentarily blind, leaving him with a stabbing pain in the back of his head and a throbbing sensation in his teeth. His shen sight was being overloaded by some great evil that lay beyond the portal- within Verovan's hoard. Whatever it was, Dragonbait did not want to risk its release over the city.
The paladin motioned for Thistle to come away from the battlement and go with him down the tower stairs.
"I can't," Thistle replied. "I promised Victor that I would wait here for his return."
Dragonbait made the sign for danger in the thieves' hand cant.
"I know all about the dangers," the girl said. "Grandmother first told me the tale of Verovan's hoard when I was six, just in case she died suddenly and I became the keeper of the key."
Thistle turned away to look over the tower battlement as she explained the history of the key to the paladin. "King Verovan's greed is legend," she said. "He was so obsessed with hanging on to his treasure that he exchanged a piece of his soul with a lord of the Abyss to create a planar pocket to hold his treasure hoard. When Verovan died, the lord of the Abyss ordered his minions to loot the king's hoard. Their lord gave them the piece of Verovan's soul encased in amber so they could use it with the key to open the portal.
"My grandmother's grandfather, Gen, was the king's third cousin. Gen was an adventurer, a paladin, like you. Luckily, he was in Westgate when Verovan died. He sensed the evil things swarming to the royal castle and followed them. He waited until they had opened the portal and had rushed inside. The minions of the Abyss left the key and the piece of Verovan's soul on the battlement with a single guard, a true tanar'ri. Gen battled the tanar'ri and destroyed it. Then he smashed the amber, freeing the piece of his cousin