The Lost Library of Cormanthy - Mel Odom [130]
"There are eight of them," Baylee said, "and the stories of Raveneyes were an interest a long time ago. He left nothing behind except these legends."
"Evidently Glitterwing liked him," Calebaan said.
Baylee blinked perspiration out of his eyes. "Raveneyes fought the Cloud of Kellagg first. He was fifteen years old. The cloud gathered in the cemetery of Notts Docks, a trading post on the River Ashaba even before Myth Drannor existed. It brought the dead up out of the ground, fulfilling an ancient curse."
"Raveneyes found the Gem of Despair and shattered it, ending the threat as I recall," Calebaan said.
Baylee nodded. "Fragments of that gem are supposed to still exist, giving limited control over those recently killed by violent means. Families, they say, can purchase the use of the gem and allow the dead to rise and avenge themselves."
"Press the symbol," Cordyan said.
Hesitantly, Baylee pressed the symbol. It sank in, then clicked and stayed inset. "Then came the threat of the goblin pirates along the river." He pressed the river stone, getting more tense when it locked into place rather than relaxing. He couldn't help wondering what would happen if he guessed wrong.
The arrow designating the hunt for the unicorn burial ground, there to find components necessary to make a potion to save
Raveneyes's own daughter, came next. It was followed by the altar which represented the drow pocket of civilization Raveneyes had destroyed when those dark elves encroached too far into the forest. Thinking about the story, Baylee realized the drow could have come through these very caverns back then, and Glitterwing's own research into the legends could have helped him found Rainydale.
The ship followed after, representing Raveneyes's journey to the Moonshaes while seeking to find a scroll for a wizard who was favored of Solonor. He was left with the dragon, the child, and the morkoth. Why couldn't he remember the end of the stories? His breathing sounded ragged in his ears.
Baylee, you're doing fine, Xuxa said.
No! I can't remember! Mielikki take me for a fool, I can't remember! I know the child pictograph comes in the middle, but which is next? He stared at the dragon and the morkoth, amazed that he could forget. His mind filled with facts, half-remembered stories, and things he was sure he'd never thought of before. The story of Raveneyes seemed even further away.
'The child," Calebaan said. "There was something about Raveneyes's rescue of the boy."
Baylee struggled to remember, then it came to him. "The shield!" He glanced at the wizard, seeking agreement.
Calebaan nodded. "The shield he had made from the scales of the red dragon, Ysolim."
Feeling more excited, Baylee hit the last three stones in succession, waiting for each click before going on to the next. At the last stone, the sound of gears grinding came from the wall on the right side of the tunnel. A huge stone block that conformed to the outer appearance sank back into the wall along smooth tracks carved into the floor.
When it stopped, it perfectly blocked the new tunnel eight feet back.
"It's not clear," Cordyan said. "The tunnel is still blocked."
Another quake hit, rolling the underground like a giant shrugging its shoulders. Baylee rode out the movement easily. Being in the tunnel away from the majority of the debris that came tumbling down helped. Huge rocks rolled across the caves in the distance, creating thunderous echoes.
"Is there another riddle?" Calebaan demanded.
Baylee shone his lantern into the recessed area. For an unexplained reason, most of it failed to reach the end of the tunnel. He picked up a rock and threw it. The rock never hit the other end of the tunnel.
"It's a dimensional door," Cthulad said. "But where does it go?"
Baylee was on the verge of suggesting there was only one way to find out, when a spectral voice came from behind the party.
"To the library, of course. Where else would it go?"
Baylee swung the lantern to the left, lighting the figure standing there.
The lantern's glow robbed