The Mage in the Iron Mask - Brian Thomsen [99]
Rassendyll reached across the desk, and felt for a stud that was hidden between the drawers. He pressed it to summon his valet.
"And so it begins," the High Blade said, already beginning to feel the weight and responsibilities of office that had not been shouldered for a very long time.
Then a new thought crossed his mind.
"What about Volo and Passepout?" he asked evenly.
"They will not be a threat, I assure you," Honor replied.
"I don't want them harmed," Rassendyll ordered, "unless it can't possibly be avoided, and then only if the security of Mulmaster is in jeopardy."
"Agreed," the two elder men said in unison, neither wishing to clarify their answer.
* * * * *
Beneath the city of Mulmaster:
The normally indefatigable Volo began to tire of carrying Selfaril's corpse and opted to drag it after several wrong choices in the darkness had caused them to backtrack several times.
"Maybe I should be the navigator," Volo offered to Passepout. "I am the master traveler after all."
Passepout considered the offer for a moment. The slight bit of appetite that he felt back in the High Blade's study had metamorphosed into a ravenous hunger, and he had no desire to delay its satiation any longer than he had to, nor did he want to carry the body either.
"Why don't we just leave it here?" the pudgy thespian suggested. "No one will find it. We don't even know where we are."
"That's the exact reason why we can't leave it here," Volo answered. "That light in your hand is programmed to lead us on a certain path. Do you want to risk running afoul of a powerful mage's magics?"
Passepout didn't have to answer and returned his focus to choosing yet another underground corridor, hoping desperately that the orb would not begin to dim once again.
* * * * *
The two travelers and their deceased burden finally found their way back to the room in which Mason had removed the iron mask from Rassendyll's head. The two halves of the magically insulating/leeching metal were still right where they left them.
"Well, we certainly took a roundabout way to get here this time," Volo concluded. "That which took us bare minutes before, seems to have taken hours now."
"My stomach feels like it has been days," Passepout said, as he went to fetch the halves of the mask.
"Careful," Volo advised sharply.
"I know, I know," Passepout said with a pout. "I have to keep the two halves of the mask apart until we have them in position around the stiff's head."
"That's not what I was referring to."
The exasperated Passepout turned around and placed his hands on his ample hips, and said in his most long-suffering voice, "Well, what then?"
"The luminescent orb," Volo replied. "Keep it away from the mask. We don't want our only source of light to go out on us do we?"
"I didn't think of that," the thespian admitted, and carefully placed it on the ground between them. As Volo unwrapped the head of the corpse, Passepout brought the iron mask's two halves over to him, one at a time.
"Would you like to do the honors?" Volo asked, already knowing the answer.
"No," the thespian replied with a shudder.
"Well, I'll need your help anyway," Volo countered. "I'll lift the stiff's head off the ground. You set the mask half underneath it. Then I'll lower its head back down, and place the other half on top. Agreed?"
"Agreed," Passepout said reluctantly.
Like clockwork the two went through the procedure as outlined by Volo. Though Mason had clearly told them what would happen when the two parts were placed in contact with each other, both of the travelers were awed by the magical glow that began to permeate the metal and fuse the two halves together.
Once the glow had dissipated, Volo lifted the corpse into a sitting position to observe their handiwork.
It was then that the two travelers noticed that they had put the iron mask on backwards with the sight and breathing holes affording them three clear little windows to the back of the dead High Blade's head.
Volo looked at Passepout, who returned