04 City of the Dead by Forgotten Realms

Author:Forgotten Realms [Realms, Forgotten]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T16:06:56.061000+00:00

"The one we found in the tunnels. A little gold brocade shoe. Volponia said that it had probably been buried with someone," Sophraea explained. "But that doesn't work. I took it through the basement door. And nothing happened that night." "Wrong door," said Gustin automatically. "The ritual needed the gate." "What?" "And my old master said that I never paid attention to my lessons." Gustin looked almost smug. He rapped his knuckles smartly against the bench. "The shoe and the gate were linked together in a ritual. So, until you carried it from the City of the Dead through your family's gate, the dead couldn't follow. That makes sense. At least from a wizard's point of view." "But 1 didn't," she began and then stopped. "Oh. On the way home from Lord Adarbrent s house, after the fight. We cut back through the Andamaar gate and along the inside of the wall to go home through our gate. Because I said it would be faster." Sophraea sank onto the bench in despair. The topiary dragon dropped its whiskery nose into her lap. She patted the brittle late autumn leaves gently, appreciating the dragon's gesture of support, but there really was no comfort. She had done this to het family, placed them directly in the middle of a feud between the noble dead and Rampage Stunk. She had put them all in mortal danger. SIXTEEN Gustin kept patting her shoulder. Briarsting offered her a thin papery leaf and advised "Blow hard." As for the topiary dragon, it collapsed in a sympathetic heap of quivering foliage at her feet. Sophraea did not know what they were all so upset about. As she informed them repeatedly, she was hot crying. She was not. "I am going to solve this," she stated for the third time, pleased that she managed the entire sentence without her voice breaking, cracking, or doing any of the other distressing modulations that had plagued the first two pronouncements. "Well, of course," said Gustin just as briskly with one more pat. "And we are going to help you." "Absolutely," said Briarsting, still tucking the leaf into her hand. "But what should we do next?" "End the curse," said Sophraea with a decisive nod. "Obviously. If the dead stop haunting Stunk, then Stunk will stop hunting for revenge. At least, I hope so." She turned abruptly on the bench and poked Gustin in the chest. "You're the wizard. How do I end this spell?" Looking as serious as she had ever seen him, Gustin said, "I've been thinking about that. I've been thinking about it ever since this began. I don't meddle with the dead. I have nothing in my very limited spellbook that even comes close." From a distance that sounded deep within the cemetery, Sophraea heard a thin cry. She glanced at the other two. Neither made any sign of hearing what she heard. "But you do have a spellbook? You understand magic," she continued. Wizards, her tone implied,

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