The City of Splendors_ A Waterdeep Novel - Ed Greenwood [193]
Her mistress shook her head. "Taeros said to stay here. He'll not know where to find us otherwise."
There were more stony rumblings from overhead, and a spray of dust and small stones showered down around them.
"Go!" Naoni commanded.
Lark looked to Faendra, who slipped an arm around her sister's waist. It was clear that nothing Lark could do was going to shift either of Varandros Dyre's stubborn daughters.
Lark bowed to them, spun around, and trotted off. One of the hin plucked up the torch and ran with her. There were more rumblings and then a shout. She looked for its source and saw two bloody, bedraggled merchants and an old noble.
"Follow me," she called, waving the map. "I know a way out!"
They fell into step without argument, as the rumblings overhead grew louder-and closer.
Lark turned a corner and found herself staring at their source: a tunnel-team of dwarves, hastening to toss stones into a side-tunnel and shore it up. Those stones lay in a huge flood of light that was, yes, moonlit!
A street above had collapsed, and they were looking at the surface! The merchants swarmed past her with glad shouts.
Lark helped the old nobleman clamber after them, up the shifting drift of cobbles and building-stones. Then she turned back into the darkness to seek others.
It was what Texter would expect of her-and what she'd now come to expect from herself.
* * * * *
The voice in Beldar's head was growing stronger. He groaned. His beholder eye was pounding, burning, and his actions were no longer wholly his own. Against his will, he was stumbling through the festhall. He had little doubt who awaited him.
"Our labors being not done," he gasped aloud, dredging up fragments of a warriors' ballad a stern Roaringhorn tutor had forced him to learn years ago. "We fared forth, our swords ready. For perils broad and deep continueth, and we are beset…"
The inexorable mind-voice grew firmer, stronger…
"And no strength shall deliver us but our own, for the gods but watch, and are amused, and reward those who best entertain by their strivings…"
Beldar's memory failed him, and the thunderous pain rolled in.
He was staggering along a ruined, deserted gallery with sword drawn, just one more lost, wounded noble in a feasting hall full of lost, wounded nobles.
A door presented itself to his right, and he hurled himself against it.
It held, bruisingly. With a snarl, clutching his eye now, Beldar staggered on.
A second door also held, and a third.
The fourth burst open, spilling Beldar into a cluttered chamber-a storeroom? It was crowded with wardrobes, heaps of cushions, and several man-tall oval mirrors with suggestively carved frames. Beldar stumbled past them and over a low, padded-top sideboard-padded-top sideboard? Oh, aye, festhall, stonewits-into a little open area by a window.
Beldar Roaringhorn turned around to face the door, and took off his eyepatch.
It wasn't the battleground he might have chosen, but he would make the best final stand he could.
* * * * *
Cracks widened, and great drifts of dislodged stone tumbled down the walls to burst and shatter against the floor. More than once, the Purple Silks groaned-almost as if the festhall was a weary wounded Waterdhavian, knowing death was near-and that the slow slide into darkness had very much begun.
Folk were fleeing once more into the tunnels, following shouts that promised a way out had been found.
On their backs under a fading, flickering golden dome, Tarthus and Amaundra Lorgra of the Watchful Order trembled and sweated, exhausted beyond their endurance, but somehow holding on…
For now. Every breath a victory, every victory harder than the last. For now.
* * * * *
"Come on, then," Beldar Roaringhorn murmured, watching a crack crawling slowly up the wall, to where it could send stabbing fingers across the ceiling.
Golskyn and his son Mrelder were very near; the voice in his head was like the roaring of vast, inexorable surf. Skull pounding, Beldar went to his knees and groaned, long, low, and loud.
There was a great pile of tasseled cushions