assage is a mineral I've never seen anywhere else 。 。 。〃 At last Pharaun moved his feet。 Now； if only the renegade didn't notice。 〃When you crush the rock to powder 。。。〃
〃T T 1〃
Hey！
Evidently the guard's peripheral vision was almost as good as Ryld's； for he pivoted toward Pharaun； but not in time。 A disembodied hand made of pale yellow light appeared beside his shoulder and gave him a push。
The impetus sent him staggering closer to Ryld。 The weapons master grabbed him and smashed his head against the wall until it left a sticky mess on the stone； then he searched the corpse and found a ring of keys clipped to its belt。
He discovered the one that opened his own restraints； and Pharaun's。 The wizard flexed his fingers； restoring circulation； produced a silken handkerchief from his sleeve； and dabbed at the blood on the sides of his mouth。
〃I think I'll establish a new school of magic；〃 the wizard said。 〃Pedomancy…the sorcery of the feet。〃
〃Why did you wait so long to throw the spell？〃 Ryld asked。
〃I was looking for our friend's keys。 It wouldn't have done any good to attack him had he not been carrying the means to release us from our fetnotters。 His cape was hanging over them； and it took me a minute to spot them。〃
〃I was certain something had gone wrong。 Are you ready to get us out of here？〃
〃Momentarily；〃 Pharaun said as he pulled on his socks and boots。 〃I think everything's going splendidly； don't you？ We've acquired the knowlnotedge we came for； and now we'll escape； just as planned。〃
〃We didn't plan on having to do it without our gear。〃
〃Please； don't harp on the obvious。 It makes for a dreary conversation。 Where exactly are we； by the way？ Where's the nearest exit？〃
〃I don't know。 They gave me a knock on the head before they carried us here。 I think we're up inside the cavern ceiling。〃
〃So we won't encounter a window or balcony unless we descend a ways； but we might find a door opening on a tunnel。〃
Ryld scavenged the dead rogue's weapons and piwafwi。 The cloak was much too small for him； but would provide some protection nonetheless。 The mail shirt； alas； he simply couldn't wear。
〃No gear for me？〃 Pharaun asked。
〃I'm the fighter； and I'll be standing in front。〃
〃Well； when you put it that way 。。。〃
〃Let's go。〃
The masters stood up。 Ryld felt dizzy； swayed； but then recovered his balance。 They started for the door； and something happened。 It was like the blare of a trumpet and a white light； too； but it was neither。 The weapons master didn't know what it was； only that it froze him in place until it faded away。
〃What just happened？〃 he asked。
〃The Call；〃 Pharaun replied。 〃This close to the source； one can vaguely sense it even if one isn't a goblin。 The slaves are rising。〃
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When the instructors rounded the corner； Pharaun saw a rogue about five yards away。 Well armed； the conspirator was striding purposefully along； perhaps to join one of the assassination squads that would descend on the city once the goblin rebellion plunged it into chaos。
He had good reflexes。 As soon as he spotted the fugitives； he reached for the wall； no doubt to conceal himself behind a curtain of darkness。
Pharaun lifted his hands to cast darts of force…he had two such spells remaining； neither requiring a focal object…but Ryld was quicker。 He shot his hand crossbow。 The quarrel plunged into the renegade's eye； and he fell。
The masters skulked up to the corpse and crouched down to examine it。 Pharaun was hardly surprised yet disappointed to find that the dead warrior hadn't been carrying any spell ingredients。
The Master of Sorcere hadn't lost faith in himself； but he realized that overconfidence coupled with ambition had lured him and Ryld into a desnotperate situation。 They were stuck in the midst of their enemies。 Without the proper triggers； most of the wizard's magic was unavailable to him； and the weapons master was feeling the effects of the blow on the head and Syrzan's psionic assault。 Most people wouldn't have noticed； but Pharaun； who knew him well； could see subtle indications in the way he moved。
Well； at least Ryld wasn't bored。
Pharaun stole the dead male's hand crossbow； dirk； and piwafwi…innotcluding the insignia of a lesser House Pharaun assumed was enchanted in the same way as all the others。 The mantle wasn't a bad fit but felt strange without the weight of the hidden pockets to which he was accustomed。 At least； he hoped； he'd be able to levitate。 Ryld exchanged the rapier he'd been wearing for the fallen drow's broadsword。
The Master of Melee…Magthere cocked his crossbow and loaded a fresh shaft in the channel。 The fugitives stalked on down the hallway； and the walls screamed。 Pharaun and Ryld screwed up their faces at the painful loudness。 Blue sparks of discharged magic showered from the walls and ceiling； and a hot； raw stink of power fouled the air。
The screech stopped as suddenly as it had started； though it left echoes sobbing through the citadel。
〃Alarm spell？〃 said Ryld； trotting onward。
〃Yes；〃 Pharaun said； racing to catch up。 His ears were ringing。 〃Had I seen it； I would have dispelled it； but…〃
〃But as it stands； the rogues will be ing for us。〃 Pharaun frowned。 〃Unless they're too busy getting ready to murder priestesses。〃
〃No； they'll realize they have to catch us at any cost。 If a spy slipped away from here and reported their plans to the Council； it would ruin everything for them。〃
〃You're right； curse it。〃
The masters had been moving stealthily and therefore slowly ever since departing their cell； and they would have to s