The Queen of Stone_ Thorn of Breland - Keith Baker [93]
“What makes you so sure? You said he could be anywhere.”
“You came to this place in search of the Stormblade, yes? And you were given a message at the welcoming feast. What did it say?”
Thorn thought back. “Nothing lost remains lost forever, not even a bone in an ossuary.”
“There is your answer. You have come in search of something long lost to you. He has been taken from the Crag. And he is here. You should not doubt the words of Sora Teraza.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Thorn said. “If Teraza knew why I was here, why would she help me find Harryn?”
“Because she is Teraza,” Sheshka replied. “Sora Maenya is hunger, the strength of the Three Sisters. Sora Katra is cunning, and she is their voice. But Sora Teraza … she is fate. She watches the wheels of time. She convinced me to come to the Crag, when Droaam was born. Katra’s words serve the Daughters and Droaam, but Teraza serves a higher power, and she always speaks the truth.”
“This is the same woman who tried to have you killed, yes?”
A ripple passed across Sheshka’s mane of vipers—was this a medusa’s shrug? “The Daughters of Sora Kell may be seeking my death, yes. And if Sora Teraza has seen it, it will come to pass. Her words to you will still be true. Harryn Stormblade is here … one more bone in the Ossuary.”
“I assume the wererats were afraid of the stone ghosts,” Thorn said. “Is that going to last?”
“I do not know,” Sheshka said. “But I am troubled. From what I know of the rats, they are mostly goblins. Many served on the Graywall in the recent troubles. I know that they serve the Three Sisters. But they have never been bound to the Dark Pack. They struck my cousins in the same way that I was attacked, ensuring I would have no sanctuary. They may lack the courage to follow us, but I fear they are working for another. Whether it is Zaeurl or the Daughters themselves, this place will not be a sanctuary forever.”
The task seemed hopeless. Thousands of statues filled the rooms, and the women didn’t even know which hall held Harryn. Thorn was about to draw Steel, to see if the dagger had any ideas, when the answer occurred to her. She knew where Harryn was. She’d already seen him.
“You’ve been down here before, right?” Thorn said.
“Many times,” Sheshka replied, studying the frozen faces around them. “But in those days, the Stormblade stood in the Great Hall of the Crag.”
“I’m not looking for the Stormblade,” Thorn said. “I’m looking for something else. What’s the largest statue down here?”
Sheshka’s snakes coiled and flexed as she considered this. “There are two giants—one to the north, and one to the south. Then there’s a broken wyvern. Three griffins. But the largest would be the hydra. It must have been raised down here—I don’t think it could fit through the tunnels.”
Thorn nodded. “And is one of the griffins close to this hydra?”
A few of the vipers hissed. “Yes. How did you know?”
“Take me there.”
As they walked, Sheshka’s tales of spirits trapped in stone stuck in Thorn’s mind, and she wasn’t sure which disturbed her more—the soldiers who stood ready to strike, or the severed heads and broken faces scattered around the hall. Worse still was the utter lack of vermin. The hall was too clean, too quiet. What could keep even the insects away?
“There it is,” Sheshka said.
The hydra was frozen in black marble. It was an awe-inspiring sight, with eight reptilian heads coiled back and ready to strike. Thorn couldn’t help but think of Sheshka and the nest of vipers twisting around her head. But the hydra was a huge creature; each of its heads was nearly as large as Sheshka was tall. A griffin had been set across from it, rearing up on stone legs. Thorn had seen this tableau before … the picture on the last page of the golden book.
And there, standing in front of the griffin, was the figure of a man in armor, his arms at his sides. Thorn couldn’t see his features, but she already knew it was the Knight of Storms.
Sheshka recognized him as well.