than his box of strange tools, he pulled out a stake.
"Both of you get down behind one of the couches. And hold Chap tight," he said. "I'm going to use a stake to open this slightly. When I do, a poisoned needle is going to jab the point. After that, I'll try to lift the door, but there may be further surprises." He paused. "I once saw a general rig poison gas to a door like this. If I yell, get into the shaft, no matter what."
Brenden looked back and forth between his two companions, who were now staring at each other. It was obvious that Leesil was displaying skills and knowledge previously unknown to Magiere. Her expression was more than a little troubled, but she moved back and hid behind a richly upholstered couch. Brenden did the same, peering around one side to watch.
"Be careful," Magiere called.
"No, really?" Leesil said and gently pushed the stake's point through the opening. A loud click followed.
"Got the needle," he said, and then he flattened himself low to the floor, one leg folded underneath, presumably so he could dive aside if need be. "Keep your heads down."
He levered the stake to lift the door's edge, then gave a quick, sharp thrust and pulled back as the hatch flipped open.
A crack sounded out twice from the opening. Well shielded behind the couch, both Brenden and Magiere still ducked quickly in reflex as two crossbow quarrels shot out. The first passed over Leesil, aimed where a person would lean down to pull the door open. The other now protruded from the front of the couch behind which Brenden and Magiere hid. Brenden peered at it over the top of the couch.
"Wait," Leesil said, holding one hand up. "I'm not sure that's everything." He disappeared down the hole.
Magiere didn't do as he bid, but rather crawled around the couch and over to the opening, carefully peeking over the edge. "What are you doing?"
"Just making sure." Leesil's voice was mute and dull coming from somewhere below. "I think you can come down now."
Brenden joined Magiere, contemplating how to lower Chap, but the dog solved his problem by jumping through and landing next to Leesil. Magiere followed, and the blacksmith went last.
He found himself standing in a narrow tunnel. Always interested in devices and gadgets, he examined the two crossbows sitting in iron supports and carefully aimed upward to the opening.
"It's a simple trick really," Leesil said. "You just mount them solidly, load them up, and then run a wire or string from the door to the firing mechanisms."
"If you two have finished admiring these would-be murder weapons," Magiere interjected in a low, irritated voice, "we need to move on. Light a torch."
* * *
Edwan arrived back at the tunnels under the warehouse in a state of agitation. He had listened to every word that passed between the hunter and the stranger who was staying in the cellar rooms of The Velvet Rose. Although he did not fully understand what had taken place, Edwan did comprehend that this hunter was more dangerous than Rashed would acknowledge and that the stranger knew many things about the undead. Also, this stranger was urging the hunter to hunt. Edwan thought back to the night Magiere visited the death place of the blacksmith's sister. The stranger had appeared and talked to her. He called her a dhampir. How had he put it… ? "Someone gifted to kill the dead." The hunter had not been interested in Teesha or Rashed before that night. Bits of thoughts and connections passed through Edwan's scattered mind. He willed himself to think.
What if this stranger was somehow guiding the hunter's movements? She seemed so proud, yet she sought his guidance.
Edwan knew he must tell Teesha. She would understand what all the words meant—at least the words he could remember. She would know what to do.
He planned on flitting straight to her coffin when he sensed a presence and hesitated… no, he sensed more than one presence. Moving on instinct, he floated down a tunnel and came upon the sight of the hunter, her half-elf, the blacksmith, and the dog. They carried torches and weapons and were making their way straight toward the caves where Teesha and Rashed and Ratboy slept. Edwan felt shock and then chastised himself. Of course, they would be here. Did the stranger not tell her to hunt and to use her dog?
Some time ago, Edwan had begged Teesha to move her coffin away