“The whole city is collapsing!” Sturm yelled. “How do we get out?”
Tanis shook his head. “The only way I know is back the way we came, through that tunnel,” he shouted. He ducked as another piece of ceiling crashed onto the empty altar.
“That’ll be a death trap! There must be another way!”
“We’ll find it,” Tanis said firmly. He peered through the billowing dust. “Where are the others?” he asked. Then, turning, he saw Raistlin and Caramon. Tanis stared in horror and disgust at the mage scavenging among the treasure. Then he saw a small figure tugging Raistlin’s sleeve. Bupu! Tanis made a lunge for her, nearly scaring the gully dwarf witless. She shrank back against Raistlin with a startled scream.
“We’ve got to get out of here!” Tanis roared. He grabbed hold of Raistlin’s robes and dragged the slender young man to his feet. “Stop looting and get that gully dwarf of yours to show us the way out, or so help me, you’ll die by my hands!”
Raistlin’s thin lips parted a ghastly smile as Tanis flung him back against the altar. Bupu shrieked. “Cornel We go! I know way!”
“Raist,” Caramon begged, “you can’t find it! You’ll die if we don’t get out of here!”
“Very well,” the mage snarled. He lifted the Staff of Magius from the altar and stood up, reaching out his arm for his brother’s aid. “Bupu, show us the way,” he commanded.
“Raistlin, light your staff so we can follow you.” Tanis ordered. “I’m going to find the others.”
“Over there,” Caramon said grimly. “You’re going to need help with the Plainsman.”
Tanis flung his arm over his face as more stone fell, then jumped across the rubble. He found Riverwind collapsed where Goldmoon had been standing, Flint and Tasslehoff trying to get the Plainsman to his feet. There was nothing there now except a large area of blackened stone. Goldmoon had been totally consumed in the flames.
“Is he alive?” Tanis shouted.
“Yes!” Tas answered, his voice carrying shrilly above the noise. “But he won’t move!”
“I’ll talk to him,” Tanis said. “Follow the others. We’ll be there in a moment. Go on!”
Tasslehoff hesitated, but Flint, after a glance at Tanis’s face, put his hand on the kender’s arm. Snuffling, Tas turned and began running through the rubble with the dwarf.
Tanis knelt beside Riverwind, then the half-elf glanced up as Sturm appeared out of the gloom. “Go on,” Tanis said. “You’re in command now.”
Sturm hesitated. A column toppled over near them, showering them in rock dust. Tanis flung his body across Riverwind’s. “Go on!” he yelled at Sturm. “I’m holding you responsible!” Sturm drew a breath, laid a hand on Tanis’s shoulder, then ran toward the light from Raistlin’s staff.
The knight found the others huddled in a narrow hallway. The arched ceiling above them seemed to be holding together, but Sturm could hear thudding sounds above. The ground shook beneath their feet and little rivulets of water were beginning to seep through new cracks in the walls.
“Where’s Tanis?” Caramon asked.
“He’ll be along,” Stunn said harshly. “We’ll wait … a few moments at least.” He did not mention that he would wait until waiting had dissolved into death.
There was a shattering crack. Water began to gush through the wall, flooding the floor. Sturm was about to order the others out when a figure emerged from the collapsing doorway. It was Riverwind, carrying Tanis’s inert body in his arms.
“What happened?” Sturm leaped forward, his throat constricting. “He’s not-”
“He stayed with me,” Riverwind said softly. “I told him to leave me. I wanted to die-there with her. Then-a slab of stone. He never saw it-”
“I’ll carry him,” Caramon said.
“No!” Riverwind glared at the big warrior. His arms gripped Tanis’s body tighter. “I will carry him. We must go.”
“Yes! This way! We go now!” urged the gully dwarf. She led them out of the city that was dying a second time. They emerged from the dragon’s lair into the plaza, which was rapidly being submerged as Newsea poured into the crumbling cavern. The companions waded across, holding onto each other to keep from being swept away in the vicious current. Howling gully dwarves swarmed everywhere in a state of wild confusion, some getting caught in the current, others climbing up into the top stories of shaking buildings, still others dashing down the streets.