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"Let's go, then," said Ivy to the others. She plunged through the invisible wall that Archlis had raised between them and the destrachans' sensitive ears. She felt a magical prickle on her skin and then just nothing. The wall was gone. She looked back but could see nothing but the burning of the bugbears' torches behind her. Archlis stood watching, one hand gripping the Ankh tightly, the other hard on Kid's shoulder.
Standing directly under the hole created in the ceiling by the destrachans, Ivy could hear nothing. She could see nothing. But she knew that the monsters were out there, just waiting for them.
"Come on," she said, much quieter than she normally would. "Let's run!"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ivy doubted that Sanval had fled blindly into the dark. Silly, stupid man-she was sure that he was intent on some plan involving some great heroic deed that would get himself killed but save everyone else in the world. He was that sort. She'd known too many like him. Besides, hadn't he said something earlier about attacking Archlis on his own?
But, she was fairly certain that it just was not in his well-polished, honorable soul to do anything so ignoble as leave them defenseless. He must have thought that she could save the others by herself. He had obviously picked what he decided was the more dangerous target-Archlis-and decided to go it alone. Yes, that would be a Procampur type of reasoning. Ivy's own self-confidence bubbled up when she realized that Sanval's Procampur sense of protocol would not have let him abandon the Siegebreakers if he had thought they needed his protection. In a strange sort of way, he had just paid her a compliment. Now, if only she could pay it back-preferably by finding him later and shaking his head until she rattled some sense into his skull.
Mumchance trotted up beside her, breaking into her thoughts about the future by worrying her about their present situation. The dwarf pointed at the sidewalls of the tu
Was it possible that the sightless destrachans would enter a tu
"I don't think that they can get stuck," she said out loud and then wondered if something besides her own group had heard her. How loud was too loud? "Is there any way that we can hear them before they hear us?"
Mumchance shrugged. "Maybe. They are big and pretty noisy." He placed his hand against the ground.
"Mumchance," said Ivy to her friend, "do you remember why we got into this business?"
Zuzzara answered, because the dwarf had dropped to his knees and then stretched flat on the ground, still trying to hear the approach of the destrachans. He pulled Wiggles out of his pocket and set the little dog down beside him. Wiggles looked ready to take a quick nap, her pointed chin resting on the dwarf's rump. It had been a long day for a small dog-a long day for all of them.
"We got into siegebreaking because we needed money," said Zuzzara, rubbing the bump left on her head by the shovel. "Especially after we flooded out our last rainmaking customer."
"Besides that," Ivy prompted.
"Because we are good at what we do," said Gunderal, looking like a defiant flower as she stepped up to her sister and fingered the bump on Zuzzara's head with gentle hands. "Ivy, I can hold the river back. I could twist my water-calling spell to keep these tu
"No," said Ivy very slowly, because she had just had a new idea, but she was not sure how everyone would react. "We don't want to hold the river back. We want to let the river in. Archlis was right. These tu
"We all drown," pronounced Mumchance standing up and dusting off his knees. Wiggles was staying close by his heels, very quiet, as if the little dog sensed danger was close.
"Unless…"
"We get out first."
"But what about the destrachans?" asked Gunderal.
"We hope that they can't swim."
"But what about Kid?" Gunderal asked. "Oh, Ivy, you are not going to leave Kid behind?"
"Of course not. Everyone gets out. Everyone except Archlis. Don't much care about him, do we?"
Zuzzara giggled-one of those deep orc giggles that made people nervous. "Are we going after Archlis, Ivy?"
"That magelord is just another tower waiting to be toppled," said Ivy. "Let's bury him down here and take down the walls of Tsurlagol!" She delivered this rousing speech in a low-pitched tone to avoid attracting destrachans, but it got the same reaction as all of her rousing speeches. Everyone looked like they wanted to disagree-Mumchance even opened his mouth and then closed it-and then everyone gave a reluctant nod. If Ivy was crazy enough to think it might work, then they might be crazy enough to go along with it.
"For once, that idea actually sounds like a plan," said Mumchance finally. "One that isn't completely different from what we discussed before."
"Don't look so surprised."
"No, think about it. The tu
"That would be good," agreed Ivy as they continued to explore the current tu
"I'm serious, Ivy." The dwarf stuck out his lower lip and blew a heavy breath. Ivy recognized his don't-sidetrack-me-when-I-am-thinking sigh. "Look at the cracks ru
"That leaves the problem of how we avoid being crushed," said Ivy. "Or drowned. Or eaten."
"You will figure something out," said Mumchance. "You always do."
"I do, don't I?" said Ivy with just a little more bounce in her step as she walked down the tu
Gunderal spread out her pale fingers and made a gesture resembling raindrops falling down. Drops of water trickled off her fingers and spattered into the dust at her feet. "I'm feeling much better," she said.
"Knew you could do it," said Zuzzara, "but don't push your magic too hard. What if you can't do what you want when you want to?"
"Sister, I do not even understand that last sentence," giggled Gunderal. A small smile brightened her delicate features. A few long ringlets had come loose from her topknot, and she looped one long strand around her finger very slowly. "Stopping a river is rather boring, but calling one! So much more fun."