“After the Sin’Rath,” Isabel said. “I don’t know how many there were in the first place, but Phane killed one, and I watched a wraithkin kill one, and Hazel sent the ghidora after another.”
“That would mean there are ten left at the most,” Trajan said. “We won’t be able to track the two that traveled with us through the swamp, so I recommend we return to our fortress and see if we can figure out where they went from there.”
“I agree,” Isabel said. “Do you know another way out of here?”
“I was hoping you did,” Trajan said. “We came in through the top of the mountain and were set upon by gargoyles, dozens of them. I arrived here with twenty-four men, I have seven left.”
Isabel looked down the tunnel leading to the opening used by the ghidora and weighed her options.
“It’s worth a look,” Trajan said, motioning for two of his men to go investigate. They returned half an hour later, describing a thousand-foot cliff marred by claw marks. It was sheer, smooth, and nearly perfectly vertical.
They returned to the black-and-white room, then went up the spiral stairs to the barracks level, through the dining hall to the staircase on the opposite end, and up. After several flights, they came to another barracks level identical to the one below. Two more levels followed as they corkscrewed up through the heart rock of the mountain. The stair came to an end in a nondescript stone room.
Beyond that room, they found themselves in a partially collapsed basement. Trajan led them on a path through the debris, following markers he’d laid down as he entered, climbing a partially caved in ceiling to the level above and eventually to an exit.
“Gargoyles line the walls,” he said, pointing up at the inanimate guardian statues. There were dozens of them. Isabel was acutely aware of her limitations without magic. She would have to fight creatures made of stone with nothing but swords.
“I don’t like those odds,” Isabel said.
“Nor do I,” Trajan said, “but I know of no other way out.”
“Do we know if the bones do anything to them?”
Trajan looked at the femur he’d transformed into a club. The hilt was wrapped with a leather thong that ended in a lanyard, and he’d begun to carve symbols into the bone.
“I will go alone,” he said, “draw them out and flee if they’re able to overcome the bones. Remain hidden.”
Trajan stepped out into the daylight, took three strides and stopped, waiting for the gargoyles to react. He didn’t have long to wait. Seconds later, three woke and leapt off the wall, spreading their wings and diving toward him. The Prince of Karth held his ground, his club ready to strike, preparing to hit the first that got close to him. They lined up, one behind the next. Each evened out into a graceful dive that would bring it down on top of Trajan, one after another.
He waited.
When the first reached a range of about thirty feet, it very suddenly transformed into fine sand and scattered to the ground. The next in line disintegrated as well when it got too close, but the final of the three pulled up and returned to the wall, eyeing Trajan with menace.
Isabel and her party escaped the walls of the ruins under the watchful eyes of two dozen gargoyles, all awake but all remaining on the wall, thwarted by the Goiri’s bones. When they entered the jungle, momentary relief at avoiding a fight with the gargoyles was quickly replaced with fear of jungle predators. Keenly aware of the dangers surrounding them, they moved slowly through the brush to avoid making too much noise. Trajan assigned one of his men to teach Isabel stealth in the jungle. Using nothing but hand signals, he guided Isabel until she’d learned to move quietly.
Nearly halfway down the mountain, Trajan stopped and went to a knee, signaling to the man behind him—there were three raptors ahead. Isabel was impressed with how disciplined his men were. She watched and obeyed as well as she could, going to a knee and relaying the hand signal to the man behind her. Within seconds, the entire group was low and quiet while Trajan formulated a plan.
He waved three of his men to him as he produced a small box and opened it carefully. Each of the three men carefully dipped a blowgun dart into the goop inside the box. Once armed, they melted into the jungle, circling the raptors while