Pool of Radiance_ Ruins of Myth Drannor - Carrie Bebris [84]
“So you have another sapphire?”
“No. We couldn’t find two perfect sapphires. Once we had the first, all others seemed flawed-the color was off, or they lacked clarity, or some such thing. So we mined an emerald and a ruby instead. The ruby was destroyed by the nycaloth when the Armies of Darkness swept the city, but we still have the emerald, down in the Hoard.”
“The what?”
“The Hoard of the Onaglym Dwarves. Our private stash of treasure.”
Kestrel felt her energy flag. “Don’t tell me it’s back in the dwarven dungeons.” She couldn’t bear the thought of still more backtracking.
“Nope. It’s right below the courtyard. You know…” He cast a knowing look at Kestrel. “The one with your favorite statue.”
Kestrel remembered the animated, axe-swinging dwarf only too well. Even with the passkey to disable it this time around, she’d given the stone guardian a wide berth when they arrived. “Where’s the entrance to the Hoard?” she asked. “I searched the whole courtyard and didn’t find any secret doors or hidden stairways.”
“Did you check the statue itself?” He shrugged. “No matter. Even if you had, you couldn’t get at the Hoard without the Ironbar.”
Durwyn regarded the ghost in confusion. “Without you?”
Harldain winked and slipped a small baton out of a pocket in his robe. “No, this ironbar.” He handed the object to Kestrel. It was an ordinary-looking rod about twelve inches long, half an inch in diameter, and-judging from its weight-made of solid iron. “There’s a hole at the base of the statue. Push the rod into the opening to unseal the entrance.”
They hastened back to the courtyard, where they immediately put the ironbar to use. A great grinding sound echoed through the courtyard as the statue slowly slid backward to reveal a shaft about twenty feet deep. Rungs embedded in the wall formed a ladder. At the bottom was a passage opening, but from their vantage point they could not see where it led.
Kestrel stared down into the blackness, then swung herself over the edge and scaled the ladder. When her feet touched ground, the passage flared with sudden brightness.
“What’s that?” Corran called down.
She peered through the portal. The passage extended just three feet before opening into a large chamber lined with flaming torches. “Some sort of automatic lighting system. The treasure room’s right here. You can come down if you want, but the doorway’s only about four feet tall.” She crawled through the entrance and let out a low whistle. “Wow! Get a load of this…”
Her exclamation sent the party scurrying down the shaft for a look at the legendary Hoard of the Onaglym Dwarves. Durwyn elected to remain above standing guard, but the others soon joined her wide-eyed survey of the scene. Jewels by the trunkful, gold by the ton, exquisitely crafted armor and weapons all lined the room. In the center, surrounded by glass, a palm-sized emerald hung suspended in mid-air, slowly rotating in place, its facets catching the torchlight and sending deep green rays dancing along the walls.
Kestrel walked toward the glass. “That must be what we’re looking for.”
“Aye, that it is.”
They all jumped at the sound of Harldain’s voice booming behind them. Without another word, the ghost approached the emerald, leaning on his cane as if it still supported the weight of a body. Though his hand penetrated the glass effortlessly as he reached toward the stone, he did not touch it.
“I wanted to see it one last time.” His gaze caressed the gem reverently. “You’ll not lay eyes on a finer emerald in all the Realms.” With obvious reluctance, he tore his eyes away from the stone. “The dwarves of Myth Drannor kept this emerald safe all these years, awaitin’ the need Caalenfaire foresaw. I now put it in your hands.”
In one fluid motion, he raised his cane and smashed the glass. Thousands of shards fell to the ground in a circle around the gem, which still levitated and spun.
Undaunted by the sharp fragments, Corran crushed them beneath his armored feet as he claimed the emerald.