Dragonlance - The Dhamon Saga 1 - Downfall by Jean Rabe

Author:Jean Rabe [Rabe, Jean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Action & Adventure, Dragons, Monsters, Magic, Heroes
ISBN: 9780786918140
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast
Published: 2001-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

Lost Faces

Fetch poked the end of his hoopak into the troll ashes and grumbled. “Fetch, do this for me. Fetch, do that for me. Fetch, carry this. Fetch, stay here. Fetch—you stink when you get wet. Fetch, quit playing with the fire. Fetch. Fetch. Fetch.” He stomped his foot against the tiled floor. “My name is Ilbreth.”

His red eyes glowed like hot coals in the ever-darkening cave, fixing on the closest pillar, which bore the image of priests and religious warriors. “And since no one’s watching Ilbreth, he might as well help himself.” He strolled boldly over to the pillar, eyes darting to the alcoves to make sure Maldred and Dhamon weren’t coming back right away, then he started to climb. When he was even with the first priest’s visage, he dug his sharp claws into the eye sockets and pulled out the chunks of onyx. He examined them, smiling when he saw how smooth and large they were. A little higher and he found pearls serving as the pupils to another eerie face, these also a good size. Skittering around, he retrieved several polished balls of gold and brass on the back side. They felt comfortably heavy in his hand. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

Only two of the pillars had such treasures, and these were the closest to the altar. Fetch guessed that in ages past other visitors helped themselves, then either were forced to leave before gobbling up the rest of the treasures or . . . well, he couldn’t think of another reason why they wouldn’t have taken everything. Only four pairs of eyes had been gemstones, the rest precious metals he suspected the dwarves had forged, perhaps from ore taken from this very mountain. The polished balls clinked together pleasingly in his pocket, and he made a game of thrusting his fingers into the pocket, naming the metals— gold, silver, or bronze—and seeing if he pulled out a ball that matched. But the game did not last long, and he quickly tired of it.

After about an hour had passed, the cave grew darker still, and the rain that pattered against the rocks outside began to sound threatening. Fetch felt like a nervous rabbit in a deep, dark hole and imagined the raindrops were footsteps of trolls and goatherders and gem-craving dwarves from the far valley of crystal come to rob him of his precious metal eyeballs.

“Don’t like this dark,” he muttered to himself. Though the kobold had unique vision that allowed him to see through the blackness, he detested the night. All manner of horrible things came out when the sun went down.

“A fire,” he decided. “I’ll start a fire and stay nice and cozy warm and it’ll lighten up this cave for me.”

He rubbed his shoulders. Indeed, he thought, even though it was the heart of a very hot summer, it was getting a little chilly this high up. “Nice and warm and so I can see.”

He padded around the cave looking for something to burn.

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