3.13 In Which the Dark Lord Bends the Knee

3.13 In Which the Dark Lord Bends the Knee

There came a pause in which we all considered the tunnel ahead of us, and during that silence a few things I knew about goblins and Jadrak in particular clicked together.

Hey, Biribo. Can you detect the presence of bombs?

Everyones heads whipped around to stare at me.

Well Not directly, boss. I can scan for the shapes of stuff thats out of placeparticularly stuff like fuses and packages of liquids or powder attached to a mechanical triggering device. There are ways to conceal that, though.

I nodded; wed used some of those ourselves, the sleeping-bomb-disguised-as-a-rock being my groups favorite method of bandit attack.

Give it a try, if you would. Just let me know if anything seems suspicious in that tunnel. Goblins are really good with alchemy, I explained in response to everyone elses questioning stares. And Jadrak in particular runs a mining company. Odds are good hes got explosives to work with.

Oh. Yoshis expression lengthened and he turned an even more unhappy stare on the tunnel. Behind him, Amellwho was so quiet Id almost forgotten she was thereknelt on the rocky ground, set her heavy satchel in front of herself and began rummaging in it. Radatina, double-check Biribos findings, please.

With pleasure!

Biribo actually broke away from the tunnel entrance to zoom at Yoshis face. Oh, you think I cant handle

Heel! I ordered. The last thing this group needs is familiar drama! Its a good idea to have an extra pair of eyes on this. If you dont want Radatina to show you up, youll just have to be better than her, thats all.

He stuck out his tongue at me, but turned and zipped back toward the big crack in the wall which was the focus of all this scrutiny. Radatina hovered nearby, managing to focus intently while simultaneously radiating smugness.

Booby-trapping this would be a strange move, Gizmit said, studying the tunnel entrance through narrowed eyes.

Jadrak knows Sneppit was against him, right? I asked. If he knows about this back way in, and that it opens onto one of her tram tunnels thats a straight shot from her base

Kzidnak doesnt have any equivalent of your Fflyr messenger relays; information down here moves at, basically, the speed of trams. Today, weve had access to those and he hasnt. By now Jadrak most likely knows hes made an enemy of the Dark Lord and has a powerful Kings Guild party closing in, but its debatable hed have learned by now youre linked up with each other and with Miss Sneppit. A tunnel rigged to explode would be a measure against something like that, which he would not have had time to set up in advance, especially since it seems to have involved evacuating part of his own HQ. And he wouldnt take a posture like this against Sneppit on her own; shes well known to be a defensive thinker.

Hm. Biribo, anything?

I dont think so, but

Theres nothing obviously bomb-like, Radatina cut in, but that tunnel itself is littered with old trash and loose rocks. I dont think we can say for certain that theres nothing alchemical concealed as some of it.

Its worse at the end, Biribo said, refusing to give her the last word. Thats a chamber that was recently inhabited. Lots of junk in there, much of it artificial; real easy to conceal a trap among that stuff.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Well, thisll slow us down, but Im experienced at trap work, said Gizmit, rolling her shoulders. Since I dont think its probably trapped, I judge it worth the risk. If I could borrow an elf to stand behind me and glow

Let me. Ive got it.

Amell spoke in an uncharacteristically even, firm tone, though it was still on the quiet side. Shed been silently mixing concoctions from her pack together while the rest of us conferred and in fact now looked focused and determined, quite unlike her usual tremulous demeanor.

Now she was shaking a stoppered bottle of what was either very fine powder or effervescent liquid and moved about in a peculiar way for whichever. As Amell agitated it, the substance shifted in color from a muddy pink to gold-tinged white and began to glow. The alchemist drew in a breath as deep as she could manage, her whole chest swelling up with the effort, then swiftly yanked the stopper out of the bottle and blew furiously over its top in the direction of the tunnel wall.

It was powder, all right. It mostly went into the tunnel, but some of it sprayedwell, everywhere.

Its all right, Amell hastened to reassure us as soon as shed drawn another breath; everybody was already shuffling back from the airborne mess, Zui muttering protests as she shielded her hair and Flaethwyn and Adelly angrily brushing at their clothes. The dust is harmless, and it wont be on you for more than a few seconds. All of it will go right back into the bottle shortly. Then itll change color and Ill be able to tell whether theres any dangerous alchemy in the area it covered.

You can do that? Yoshi sounded as impressed as I felt.

Amell nodded, speaking distractedly with her eyes fixed on the tunnel entrance, the sides of which were still sparkling with her magic alchemy dust. This recipe will react to explosives, combustibles, corrosives, and mind-altering agents. If it reads positive I can do specific tests to narrow it down. Of course, another alchemist working from the other end can take steps to conceal against this trick, but goblins in Dlemathlys almost never do because the Kings Guild doesnt send alchemists into the field.

Why not? I demanded. Far as I can tell, you just made yourself the most useful person here.

Amell gave me a wide-eyed look, ducking her head; I had the impression shed be blushing if her complexion allowed it. I, uh Well, really only big, state-sponsored groups like the guilds in Lancor do that. An alchemist can make much better money without risking their life. Not many want to go on delves unless somebody very powerful is making them.

Well, well, this girl had hidden depths. And here Id been wondering why someone so timid was even along for this ride.

How long? Gizmit asked tersely.

Seconds, for an area this confined. Two minutes, tops. Amell looked down at her satchel and grimaced. I hope it comes back negative Im running low on almost everything. I may not have enough reagents to do all the follow-up tests.

Miss Sneppits got an alchemist on staff, I said. Youdas good people. The goblins cant afford to just give stuff away, but I bet hell sell you supplies at a fair price. Ill spot you if youre tight; me and Youda are old pals, hell give me a good deal.

Oh! The poor girl gave me an utter deer-in-headlights look. I couldntyou dont have to

Im just being practical, not generous. If were going to be working together, its in everybodys best interests if everybodys working at their best. Obviously your skills are valuable here.

But we made it through with nothing happening. Nothing happened beyond, either; the three of us emerged into a chamber in which no lights had been left on, so I conjured a Firelight as soon as I stepped out after Aster. I couldve used the elven glow, but I wanted to keep that discreet for the time being. As Gizmit had predicted, we were now in a goblin barracks; I got the impression we could only stand up straight because this place was built on a pretty vertical plan, with bunk beds towering seven ranks tall built against the walls. Man, it mustve been hard to get to the top bunk at the end of a long shift.

Flaethwyn emerged a few seconds later and lit up her aura, as did Nazralind when she came in at the end of the group, giving us ample light to see. This place was a mess, the floor scattered with what looked like miscellaneous personal belongings.

This looks abandoned, Zui said, peering around. In a hurry, too. Theres peoples junk everywhere, but look: most of the beds are stripped. And those lockers were cleaned out in a rush.

She pointed, and I followed her indication to a rack of metal lockers along one wall which, sure enough, were all standing open, several with miscellaneous personal effects lying in or beneath them. Not much by volume; it looked like the goblins whod cleared out of here had had time to take most of what was important, but not everything.

Well, this is good and spooky, Nazralind muttered.

Tina-chan? Yoshi stage whispered, and I shot him an amused smirk which unfortunately he was facing the wrong way to see.

Were still alone here, Radatina reported, but I can finally detect some goblins in a chamber Lets see, if we go out that door and down the corridor, well come right to it. Only eight goblins, though. Cant tell what theyre doing.

I can, Biribo declared, zipping over to the door shed indicated. That room is a prison, not a barracks. Open area separated by metal bars from cell blocks. Theres one goblin imprisoned and seven outside the bars. Oh And two dead goblins in other cells.

I couldve picked all that out if I was closer, Radatina snapped.

Biribo flicked his tongue out at her. Coulda, wouldadidnt.

Shut up, I commanded. Youre like a pair of toddlers. What about closer to us, can you detect anything in here or nearby that looks important? Or even interesting?

If there are any clues among personal junk dropped by the mooks, theyd take far too long to sort through, said Gizmit, already striding in the opposite direction from the door the familiars had indicated, where there was another one. Thats the officers bunks through there. Im gonna check if any of em were incompetent enough to leave important paperwork lying around. You lot go see whats up in the cells, Ill check in on you in a minute.

As you command, my lady, I drawled.

Uh huh, Zui said, poking me in the hip again. So its fine if Hero boy barks orders, but you wont take it from a goblin.

So help me, I was gonna kick her.

What else do you notice? Yoshi doesnt bark orders; he speaks with some basic damn politeness. Regardless of social skills, Gizmit isnt wrong. I say we follow her plan, unless anybody objects?

Sounds solid to me, Yoshi agreed quickly, nodding. We shared the significant look of two guys trying to herd two colonies of cats into the same place; fortunately most of them were easier to manage than the familiars and Flaethwyn. Same formation as before? Flaethwyn, you should move alongside Omwith Lord Seiji. You dont have armor, but with those long rapiers you two can stab past us if we run into trouble.

If I must, Flaethwyn said, tossing her hair and giving me a long look as if this were some great imposition.

I ignored her, which visibly pissed her off, which was why I did it.

We got less lucky once out of the barracks. This section of Jadraks complex was, after all, carved out of what had originally been mining tunnels, and it was goblin-sized. They liked giving themselves a decent vertical clearance, so at least we didnt have to crawl, but all of us were forced to duck and shuffle awkwardly once we were out of the taller barracks room into the corridor beyond. I silently reflected that if it came to a fight in this particular tunnel, only Yoshis relatively short arming sword would be even slightly useful. It would come down to him fighting and me casting over his shoulder while Aster soaked up hits with her artifact chainmail.

It didnt, though. Despite the acuity of goblin hearing and the way sound seemed to echo off these stone walls, it appeared that we retained the element of surprise just by shutting up and moving our feet in careful little shuffles as we proceeded. Getting closer, the distant murmur of voices grew clearer, and I gained some insight into just why this was going so well for us: the walls did bounce sound, yes, but those overlapping echoes made it hard to pick out any one sound in particular. The goblins up ahead of us were arguing, and that was about all I could tell.

Biribo and Radatina buzzed along over our respective shoulders, giving no updates, which I took to mean the situation ahead was still as it had been described. We crept along the awkwardly cramped corridor until we came to a metal door, through which the muffled sounds of voices raised in agitation could still be heard. No wonder I hadnt been able to make out details. Only now that we were right outside was I able to start making out individual statements, and that not consistently.

shouldve at least tried!

Not whenour own skins on

Well, its too late now!

could still

No good, we were only getting about half of it. Yoshi turned to catch my eye, and nodded, reaching out to place one hand on the door latch. I nodded back, grasping Asters shoulder. She looked at me, then carefully retreated when I gave her a gentle pull. All things considered, Yoshi and I were still our hardest hitters, and it was clear neither of us was a lead-from-the-rear type. If we were gonna charge in, we should take point.

Yoshi gripped his sword, inhaled and exhaled slowly, then yanked the door open and stepped through.

Blessedly, this was another tall room, and we had space to stand up. I was right on his heels, bursting into the chamber beyond as we were greeted by incoherent yells of surprise. The goblins had been distracted, but all turned to focus on us upon our arrival. Two raised weapons, and I didnt give anybody the chance to do something foolish.

Windburst, Windburst!

Two was all it took in the relatively confined quarters to knock down all of the targets arrayed against us and smash half of them against the wall from which they slumped down, stunned.

Yoshi and I kept moving, keeping them covered as we made room for the rest of the team to stream in after us. He had the presence of mind not to divert his attention from the felled goblins until we were amply backed up, but then turned to examine the cells in which there was apparently one living prisoner and two corpses. I kept my own attention on the enemy for now, so I didnt see what he saw.

So it came as quite the surprise to me that Yoshi knew the prisonereven more so that Nazralind did--but their startled yells came out nearly in unison.

Maizo!