"I look charming," Eleanor added with thinned lips at Pia.
"Yes, you do, very charming," she hurriedly added.
Should we tell them? Cora asked as she leaned into Alec.
Yes, but not until we are private.
She looked surprised for a moment; then her gaze slid over to where Eleanor sat on his other side. Oh, you don't want her knowing?
I'd prefer not, no.
Gotcha. And I agree. I think we need to watch out for Eleanor, Cora told him, as Eleanor had looked oddly interested during the discussion concerning the Tools. I swear she intends on paying us back.
Perhaps. She seems sincere in her desire to return to the Underworld.
Yeah, but what's to stop her from wanting a little payback before she goes?
We shall see. Do not worry about the situation, Beloved. I will not let her harm you.
Fortunately for Cora's friend, it took a short time to reach the cave area.
"That sign says that the cave is closed to the public," Pia said, pointing at a sign headed with GROTTE CHAUVET-PONT-D' ARC.
"It is," Kristoff agreed, stepping off the path and pushing his way through the undergrowth.
"Then how are we going to meet the . . . oh. Side door, huh?"
A metal door set into the wall of rock was unlocked, by arrangement with the lichmaster. Alec allowed Kristoff to go ahead while he took up the rearguard position.
"Do we need a rear guard?" Cora murmured as he gestured for her to go in front of him.
He couldn't help but glance at her ass. "Yours will if you keep wiggling it at me like that."
She giggled, but stopped him, her eyes warm with concern. Now, Alec, I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me if you get panicky inside. I'm not claustrophobic, myself, but my mother is, and I remember how she used to have panic attacks whenever she had to go into our tiny little basement. There's no shame in feeling nervous in a cave, you know.
He debated telling her that he wasn't the least bit claustrophobic, that he was more concerned with walking into a situation where he couldn't defend her properly, but decided he enjoyed the feeling of being coddled. I assure you that you'll be the first to know if I panic.
Good. She gave him a bright smile and a pat on the hand, which she changed into a quick kiss before hurrying off the metal walkway after the others. Lights had been strung in this part of the cave, along with long black cables that snaked across the floor, no doubt there to bring electricity and air down to the lower depths, where the cave art was located.
The low echo of voices reached them as they followed the walkway, emerging in a small, low-ceilinged room. A half-dozen wooden crates were stacked tidily along one side of the room, lighting equipment leaning drunkenly against them.
Cora took his hand, her fingers gently stroking his as a tall, thin black woman clad in an orange down vest and hard hat popped up out of an inky hole on the far side of the room.
"Oh, good, you're on time. I can't tell you how annoyed I get with groups who don't understand that my time is very valuable these days. If you think it's easy to convince people that a union is really for their benefit, well, you're wrong. You must be Christopher."
"Kristoff. I take it you're the lichmaster?" Kristoff asked, eyeing the woman with open disbelief. If anyone looked less like the sort of person who controlled liches for her own end, it was the woman before them. She had close-cropped hair and wore a faded blue T-shirt that read Liches Are People, Too. "Erm . . . did you say union? "
"Yes, I'm Jane Woodway, the head of the Liches International Union. The union encompasses the first liches to organize themselves into a group dedicated to the preservation and betterment of their members. I am not a lich myself, but I am wholly dedicated to their cause. We also fight for higher wages - well, actually, any wages, since liches seldom receive compensation for their services - health benefits, education, and job placement. It's our goal that one day all liches will stand in such a way that members will no longer be used and abused. We will reign victorious over those who would subjugate our lich brothers and sisters!"
Jane's voice rang out with fervor, echoing off the low stone ceiling.
"Er . . . yes." Kristoff pursed his lips for a moment while they all considered the lichmaster.
"I like you," Eleanor told her.
Jane eyed her. "You are an unbound lich, yes? Would you like to join the union? We have need for many helping hands."
"I would, but I'm expecting to go back to my hour soonish," Eleanor answered. "Although it does seem like a worthy cause. What sort of work do you need done?"