Chuntha knew of several ways to the surface. She regretted that she would not be able to return to her chambers to retrieve certain of her favorite possessions, but she also considered herself lucky to have made her escape so easily. True, she could have withstood a lengthy attack provided she had been able to see it coming in time; doubtless she could have slain a goodly number of the revolutionaries in the process as well. Then again, it did not matter if she killed hundreds of them if, in the end, they managed to overcome her.

Soaring along, praying to a.s.sorted dark deities that the spell would hold until she could make good her escape, Chuntha could not help but feel curious as to just how Conan had inspired this revolt.

One of the hidden exits to the world above lay not far from the wizard's quarters. It was, in fact, the closest of such egresses, and the witch felt she might chance it in her present form. Why not? It would warm her black soul to see if the wizard had troubles as bad as her own.

The reptile that was also a witch altered its course when it came to a wide bifurcation in the large tunnel.

Katamay Rey reached his chambers' entrance and looked out.

What the wizard saw filled him with utter surprise and shock: a horde of Blind Whites advanced toward him, and behind them, a flock of Bloodbats darkened the air with their numbers.

By Set's scaled s.c.r.o.t.u.m! What was this?

The two guards normally posted were nowhere to be seen.

Rey ducked back inside, feeling a moment of panic. He had not survived all these centuries by being entirely stupid. He was about to come under attack, and if he wanted to live to see more centuries, he had best do something, and quickly! Over the years he had perhaps grown a bit arrogant, he realized. Hundreds of years past, when first he had arrived at the caves, the wizard had been more cautious. He had set traps to protect himself in the event of just such an attack, but in the ensuing decades and centuries, he had almost forgotten about his protections. Many had fallen into disrepair or, in the case of those involving magic, lost their potency. But there remained one he had never deactivated.

Rey hurriedly rehea.r.s.ed the words of the old spell, trying to be certain he recalled them correctly. He stepped back out into the hallway and faced the oncoming horde. The Whites could not see per se, but they were aware of him through their augmented senses of hearing and smell.

They charged, full tilt, screaming. The bats flew right behind the wave of running Whites.

Rey spoke aloud the words of the ancient spell, gesturing at the ceiling of the corridor as he did so.

Suddenly the tunnel was filled with the roar of uncounted tons of rock breaking loose from the age-old ceiling. The noise of the avalanche was followed immediately by the screams of those below. The roof did not entirely collapse, nor did the rocks that fell do so all at once, but the position of the attackers made it quite impossible for them to escape the cascade of rocks that showered down upon them.

Despite the dampness, dust and grit flew. Moans arose from the shattered victims, those still capable of mounting speech. Red splashed and coated the walls. It was a hard rain indeed.

When the last rock dropped, what remained was a corridor now somewhat shallower on the bottom and deeper at the top than before. The new floor was that much higher for the bodies under the former ceiling. Two or three Whites had avoided the trap, and several bats flew around in dazed circles, but the attack was broken.

Rey grinned, pleased with himself... until he saw the first rank of worms and cyclopes begin climbing over the rockfall. Set and all the demi-demons!

Twenty-five.

The fire that had burned the pile of clothing had begun to die down when from it there came apop !

Elashi, Lalo, and Tull all turned at the sudden sound and stared at the fading light of the smoldering clothing.

"What was that?" Tull asked.

Elashi shook her head.

Lalo said, "That vial you tossed into the clothing. I think perhaps the fire has opened it."

No sooner had Lalo said this than a poisonous-looking black vapor arose from the dying fire. The tendrils of black appeared to be unaffected by the fire's heat-and it looked nothing at all like normal smoke. As the three watched, the curling black swirled up and began to move toward them, pulsing as if to some unheard rhythm.

"Uh-oh," Tull said. "I like the look of this not at all." "What can we do?" The wizard has threatened to blast us if we move from this chamber," Elashi said.

"Better the demon we know than one we do not," Lalo told her, nodding at the malignant vapor undulating slowly toward them. "Besides, it sounds to me as if the wizard might have his hands occupied at the moment."

Neither Tull nor Elashi chose to argue with Lalo's a.s.sessment of the situation. The black cloud was growing in size; already it blotted out half of the chamber.

The three scrambled for the doorway.

Conan moved along the corridor next to Wikkell and Deek. Ahead, the ceiling had just fallen in with a sound like constant thunder, burying the advance ranks of Whites and bats. The wizard was not without his defenses, so it seemed. The Cimmerian sheathed his sword in order to better clamber over the uneven piles of rock now blanketing the floor.

The witch who was a flying reptile approached the scene of carnage and flapped down to perch on a shelf high above it all. My, my. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d most a.s.suredly had his problems. Could the mag-icked beast have performed the action, it would have grinned. Chuntha decided that she could tarry here for a bit and watch. It seemed that the wizard was finally about to get his just due, and this was too good a show to miss.

Rey's skills had fallen into disuse over the years, but there had been a time when he was as adept a spellcaster as any. He dredged up old curses and conjurations from his long past, searching for one that would put a decisive end to this attack. There was a demon-call he had used once, oh, three or four hundred years ago. As he recalled, the demon had been both large and fearsome, with a hideous visage.

Yes, he would set the demon upon the blasted worms and traitorous cyclopes and see how they enjoyed that!

Could he but recall the words of the d.a.m.ned spell in time...

Tull, Elashi, and Lalo ran into the antechamber and skidded to a halt. The wizard was not to be seen.

"Outside, he must be outside, in the corridor," Elashi.said, pointing at the door.

"We cannot go out there," Tull said.

"Well, no doubt the black vapor behind us will stop at the open doorway through which we have just pa.s.sed," Lalo said, his voice heavy with irony.

Elashi shook her head. Lalo was right. What were they going to do?

Chuntha's observation post gave her a good view of the proceedings below; That b.a.s.t.a.r.d, give him credit, had more than a few things left up his sleeve. The witch watched with respect as the air began to swirl inside the hastily sketched pentagram on the floor in front of the entrance to the wizard's chambers.

Calling up something, he was, and she doubted that such an act would do the attacking rebels any good whatsoever.

Wait-what was that?-no,who was that? Conan! Climbing over the fallen rock, in company with the cyclopes and worms.

For a moment Chuntha's rage was such that she nearly took to the air, intending to dive down and rend the cursed barbarian into tattered and b.l.o.o.d.y flesh. But no. Wait a moment and see what the wizard works, she thought. No point in being foolish.

The reason Rey had chosen the location of his chambers originally from all the thousands available was simple enough: the magic permeating the old rock here hung thick and potent. A spell that might exhaust some other location might hardly take a small fraction of the energies resident in this particular area. So it was that the wizard had sufficient force to conjur the demon.

Within the bounds of the pentagram, the air twirled and became a flashing display of purple and yellow, much like a liquid bruise upon the atmosphere. Came a loud clap of noise and suddenly the demon, one of Set's lesser messengers, named Tunk, appeared in an eye-smiting flare of light. Tunk was easily twice the size of the largest cyclops, thrice the weight in his earthly form, and bristling with dagger-sized black claws on hands and feet. His mouth-and there was no doubt of his maleness to anyone with even the smallest of vision-his mouth opened in a grimace that be came a roar. Teeth like a boar's tusks flashed in the light of Tunk's arrival, and the sound he made might be likened to that of iron plates banged and sc.r.a.ped together with great force.

Tunk's appearance put a halt to the advancing horde of worms and cyclopes as quickly as if those worthies had reached the end of a stout tether.

"Go and kill them, all of them!" Rey ordered. "I call upon you with your true name Tunk, and demand that you obey."

Tunk, of course, had no choice; still, his rage at being jerked away from a most interesting encounter with a demoness in Gehanna was such that killing something would have come easily enough without an order. The demon leaped from the pentagram toward the startled worms and cyclopes.

Wikkell sucked in a deep breath as he saw the monstrous apparition bound from where it appeared in front of the wizard. It was coming right at him, it seemed, and the small form of Conan perched atop a new-made hill in between did little to give the cyclops confidence that he would survive for long once that thing arrived. Panic flowed through Wikkell, and he scrabbled in his belt for a weapon, any weapon, he might use to defend himself.

Conan must have been as startled and frightened as he, the cyclops thought, and yet the man, less than a third the size of the onrushing demon, drew his sword and raised it. Amazing, that this puny human would dare to stand with what amounted to a small sliver of iron against such a behemoth. Doomed, and yet stand ing his ground Conan was, and no one could see such a thing and not feel admiration against the amazement that anyone could be so foolishess to hope to prevail.

The thing reached the base of the rocky slope upon which Conan stood and began its ascent.

The problem was that after it crushed Conan, Wikkell and Deek were next in line.

The black vapor lapped at the edges of the inner chamber's doorway behind the three people, then slowly began to ooze across the floor like some cold and thick liquid.

Tull, Elashi, and Lalo moved across the antechamber away from the blackness, toward the exit. Now they could see the wizard outside, directing some h.e.l.lish monster's attack against a gathering of worms and cyclopes and-yes!-Conan!

Not that he had a chance against the thing that rushed toward him. The giant beast made Conan look tiny, perched as he was atop a hill of rock, sword raised. The monster screamed in a roaring gong of a voice as it charged.

Rey smiled in triumph. Bestthis , fools! he thought as Tunk sprinted toward Conan and his doomed friends.

Chuntha watched, trying to remain detached, she could not help feeling the excitement as the demon prepared to destroy Conan and the rebels. This would be most b.l.o.o.d.y... and most amusing.

"D-d-do s-s-something!" Deek sc.r.a.ped.

Wikkell came up with the graystone jar full of pale powder they had stolen from the wizard's chambers.

No good-wait! Perhaps it might help.

Instantly Wikkell saw that he would have but one chance, and that one slim. The timing must be perfect; a mistake would be instantly fatal. Then again, it was not as if there were a number of choices left to him.

Better a small chance than none at all.

"Conan!" Wikkell yelled. "When I yell again, leap to the side!"

"What?" Conan did not turn, but kept his gaze upon the thing bounding up the side of the hill at him.

"Just do it! I have a plan!"

Conan considered his options. He might inflict a nasty wound upon thatthing coming at him, but he hadlittle hope of slaying it outright before it swiped at him with one of those clawed hands or feet and disemboweled him. If Wikkell had a plan, Conan was not averse to trying it. He could always die swinging his blade later, if it came to that.

"Aye!" Conan yelled. He bent his knees further.

Rey watched as his enthralled demon sprang up the hillside. Another leap and he would be upon Conan, and good riddance-!

"Now, Conan, now!" the cyclops behind the Cimmerian yelled.

Was not that Wikkell, his old a.s.sistant? Rey wondered. I thought him dead...

As he watched, Conan leaped agilely to one side, tumbling and falling on the loose rock as he landed, out of the demon's path. Well, no matter. Tunk could attend to Conan after he slew the cyclopes and the worms.

Wikkell swung his arm, as if casting something. What was he doing? Rey could not see anything, no...

wait, something glittered in the green light, some kind of dust.

The cyclops leaped to one side and the worm next to him slithered the opposite way just as Tunk landed on the spot where Conan had only recently been.

Tunk's feet shot out from under him and he fell upon his back, hard. As heavy as Tunk was, he should have hit the rock and stuck, but instead, he skipped over the ground as a cast stone does over water-once, twice-and on the second bounce, flew into the air a good span high. The demon sailed like a bird for a moment; unfortunately for him, Tunk was not a creature of the air in his current form, and his flight became less birdlike and more like a boulder.

The demon hit the ground past the base of the slope after having gone perhaps fifty paces through the air, dropping an easy four spans.

Rey felt the earth shake beneath him when Tunk slammed into the cave's floor. Such a fall would have killed any man who ever lived, and most likely anything else born of nature as well. Even a demon could not withstand such an impact without damage, as long as he wore solid flesh.

But Tunkwas a demon, and while his recovery would have been painful, he would have risen from the fall in a moment or two, shaken but more enraged than ever, except that the force of the impact shook loose a few of the more solidly entrenched roof rocks that had resisted the wizard's earlier release spell.

Two house-sized boulders fell. The first landed squarely upon Tunk's p.r.o.ne form, driving him into the rock as a man drives a tent peg with a large mallet.

The second boulder, somewhat larger than the first, came down upon the big rock, and thus drove it into the floor, shattering the top of the first and the bottom of the second. What was thus formed looked much like a rather fat mushroom when the dust settled.

There were limits even to a demon's power, Rey knew. Tunk was not going to be digging out from under that any time soon, if ever. The wizard looked and saw Conan rising to his feet, sword in hand. Best to retreat to his chambers, Rey thought, to consider his next move. And now!

The black miasma had swirled to fill nearly all of the antechamber. Elashi, Tull, and Lalo crouched at the doorway watching the darkness come toward them. Lalo said, "We have to get out of here, at once!"

With that, the three of them turned and sprang for the exit-just as the wizard leaped at the portal from the other side. The four collided and fell sprawling.

Fortunately for the three captives, their combined weight was enough to force the fall to end outside the chambers. As they tried to untangle themselves, they heard a screech of something whose voice they recognized: the flying reptile that had taken Conan before.