The Queen of Stone_ Thorn of Breland - Keith Baker [86]
Many things were bothering Thorn, but in the meantime, a new problem appeared. A metal grid blocked the tunnel—at the border separating the sewers of the Crag from the city surrounding it. No signs of corrosion were visible on the bars.
Adamantine. The goblins and hobgoblins who’d carved their kingdom into the Great Crag used little in the way of magic, but they were master architects and metallurgists. Adamantine was the most durable alloy ever discovered. Thorn wouldn’t be able to force her way through these bars. A hinged gate was set into the metal grid—heavy bars held in place by a hefty lock. Thorn had trained on Dhakaani locks, and she’d rather have had to break a warding spell.
“This will take some time,” she said, drawing an assortment of wire probes and other tools from her cloak. She started testing the tumblers. “I still don’t understand something. You said Zaeurl is loyal to the hags.”
“Since the first days of their reign, yes. Sora Maenya’s skullcrusher ogres and giants are the iron fist of the Daughters, but the skullcrushers are a blunt tool. The Dark Pack are hunters, subtle and skilled.”
“And the Dark Pack and the ogres tried to kill you. To start a war with Breland.” A pick snapped against the adamantine workings of the lock.
“It seems likely,” Sheshka said. “My people are one of the most powerful factions in Droaam, and while I respect what the hags have done, I am still weighing whether we wish to walk their path. If they want war with Breland, my death would enrage my people and bring them to the front lines, turning a possible enemy into a valuable ally.”
“But if they want a war with Breland, why not start a war with Breland? It’s taken them months to set up this summit. Why go to the trouble?”
Sheshka had no immediate answer to that.
“And these assassins. Even if they somehow infiltrated Darguun, Valenar, Breland—how could they know their spies would be chosen for this mission?”
“If there was more time, I’d think they had been turned while at the Crag,” Sheshka mused. “Those who suffer the affliction become loyal to their new pack. But I told you—the change takes days at its fastest, more likely weeks. A chance of succumbing whenever there’s a full moon in the sky, but only a chance.”
“You’re sure Zaeurl couldn’t be acting on her own?”
“Anything is possible,” Sheshka said. “But she’s always seemed so fiercely devoted. It’s difficult to imagine.”
The lock finally turned. Thorn opened the gate and they stepped through.
Another thought lodged in Thorn’s mind. “Blessing,” she said. “One of the gnolls I dealt with said something about that. ‘A blessing more common by the day’—or something similar. It made the wolves angry enough to kill him.”
Sheshka’s vipers hissed in the shadows, the sound rising over the gurgling of the sewer. Thorn still had much to learn about the ways of the medusa, but she could recognize surprise.
“What is it?”
Hsssss. Finally Sheshka answered. “Nothing I should speak of.”
“I would have thought we were past that, since they tried to kill you too.”
“I don’t know your nation, but you are not of Droaam. We may soon be at war. Would you tell your secrets to your enemy?”
“Do you want war?” Thorn said.
Hssssss.
“I told you before. Zaeurl has lived in the west for over a hundred years, and she never sought to spread her affliction beyond the members of her pack. I spend my days in my own domain, and I know the Daughters do not regard me with perfect trust. I am not told everything that they do. But I have heard rumors that they have called on Zaeurl to share her ‘blessing’ with members of the skullcrushers. And they are building up a squad of giants and ogres with the added power of the predator.”
Memories flashed through Thorn’s mind. Don’t, the elf had told the ogre. And I don’t need my blessing to deal with you. Don’t… Did he mean, “Don’t change shape?” He’d tried to take Thorn into custody … did he not want the ogre to reveal his power in front of a delegate? Sheshka said the gnolls were allies of the Daughters, and Ghyrryn