Huge stone blocks had poured down from the side of the bowl-shaped depression, forming molten ripples of rock around the bottom of the dish. In the center-on grass that was blackened and charred-stood a crude gibbet. Two stout posts had been driven into the burned ground by unspeakable force, their bases splintered by the impact. Ten feet above the ground, a crosspiece pole was lashed to the two posts. The wood was charred and blistered. Scavenger birds perched on the top. Three chains, made of what appeared to be iron before it had melted and run togther, swung back and forth. This was the cause of the creaking sound. Suspended from each chain, apparently by the feet, was a corpse. The corpses were not human; they were hobgoblin. On top of the gruesome structure was a shield stuck to the crosspiece with a broken swordblade.
Roughly clawed on the battered shield were words written in a crude form of Common.
“This is what happens to those who take prisoners against my commands. Kill or be killed.” It was signed, Verminaard. Verminaard. The name meant nothing to Tanis. Other images. He remembered Goldmoon standing in the center of her father’s ruined house trying to put back together the pieces of a broken vase. He remembered a dog-the only living thing they found in the entire village-curled around the body of a dead child. Caramon stopped to pet the small dog.
The animal cringed, then licked the big man’s hand. It then licked the child’s cold face, looking up at the warrior hopefully, expecting this human to make everything all right, to make his little playmate run and laugh again. He remembered Caramon stroking the dog’s soft fur with his huge hands. He remembered Riverwind picking up a rock, holding it, aimlessly, as he stared around his burned and blasted village. He remembered Sturm, standing transfixed before the gibbet, staring at the sign, and he remembered the knight’s lips moving as though in prayer or perhaps a silent vow.
He remembered the sorrow-lined face of the dwarf who had seen so much tragedy in his long lifetime, as he stood in the center of the ruined village, patting Tasslehoff gently on the back after finding the kender sobbing in a corner.
He remembered Goldmoon’s frantic search for survivors. She crawled through the blackened rubble, screaming out names, listening for faint answers to her calls until she was hoarse and Riverwind finally convinced her it was hopeless. If there were any survivors, they had long since fled.
He remembered standing alone, in the center of the town, looking at piles of dust with arrowheads in them, and recognizing them as bodies of draconians.
He remembered a cold hand touching his arm and the mage’s whispering voice. “Tanis, we must leave. There is nothing more we can do and we must reach Xak Tsaroth. Then we will have our revenge.”
And so they left Que-shu. They traveled far into the night, none of them wanting to stop, each wanting to push his body to the point of exhaustion so that, when they finally slept, there would be no evil dreams.
But the dreams came anyway.
13
Chill dawn.
Vine bridges. Dark water.
Tanis felt clawed hands clutching at his throat. He struggled and fought, then woke to find Riverwind bending over him in the darkness, shaking him roughly.
“What . . . ?” Tanis sat up.
“You were dreaming,” the Plainsman said grimly. “I had to wake you. Your shouts would draw an army down on us.”
“Yes, thanks,” Tanis muttered. “I’m sorry.” He sat up, trying to shake off the nightmare. “What time is it?”
“Still several hours till dawn,” Riverwind said wearily. He returned to where he had been sitting, his back against the trunk of a twisted tree. Goldmoon lay sleeping on the ground beside him. She began to murmur and shake her head, making small, soft, moaning cries like a wounded animal. Riverwind stroked her silver-gold hair, and she quieted.
“You should have wakened me earlier,” Tanis said. He stood up, rubbing his shoulders and neck. “It’s my watch.”
“Do you think I could sleep?” asked Riverwind bitterly.
“You’ve got to,” Tanis answered. “You’ll slow us up if you don’t.”