Jasra made a small noise, and I turned and asked her, “What’s going on?”
“The ritual,” she n’sponded. “Someone is playing with those forces right now.”
“Can you tell how far along they might be?” I asked.
“Not really. They could just be starting, or they could be finished already. All the poles of fire tell me is that everything is in place.”
“You call it then, Jasra,” I told her. “Where should we put in our appearance?”
“There are two long hallways leading to the chamber of the fountain,” she said. “One is on the same level and the other a floor above it. The chamber itself is several stories high.”
“I recall that,” I acknowledged.
“If they are working directly with the forces and we simply appear within the chamber,” she continued, “the advantage of surprise will only be momentary. I can’t say for certain what they might hit us with. Better to approach along one of the two hallways and give me a chance to assess the situation. Since there is a possibility that they could note our approach along the lower hallway, the upper one would be best for all our purposes.”
“All right,” I agreed. “Ghost, can you put us back a distance in that upper hallway?”
The circle spread, tilted, rose, stood high above us for a moment, then dropped.
“You are … already … there,” Ghost said, as my vision swam and the circle of light passed over us, head to toe. “Good-bye.”
He was right. We were on target this time. We stood in a long, dim corridor, its walls of dark, hewn stone. Its one end was lost in darkness. Its other led into an area of illumination. The ceiling was of rough timbers, the heavy cross-beams softened by curtains and plumes of spider-webbing. A few blue wizard globes flickered within wall brackets, shedding a pale light that indicated they were near the ends of their spells. Others had already gone dead. Near the brighter end of the hallway some of these had been replaced by lanterns. From overhead came the sounds of small things scurrying within the ceiling. The place smelled damp, musty. But the air had an electric quality to it, as though we were breathing ozone, with an edge-of event jitteriness permeating everything.
I shifted to Logrus Sight, and immediately there was a considerable brightening. Lines of force like glowing yellow cables ran everywhere. They provided the additional illumination I now perceived. And every time my movements intersected one, it heightened the overall tingling effect I experienced. I could see now that Jasra was standing at the intersection of several of these and seemed to be drawing energy from them into her body. She was acquiring a glowing quality I was not certain my normal vision would have detected. When I glanced at Mandor I saw the Sign of the Logrus hovering before him also, which meant that he was aware of everything I was seeing.
Jasra began moving slowly along the corridor toward the lighted end. I fell in behind her and slightly to her left. Mandor followed me, moving so silently I had to glance back occasionally to assure myself he was still with us. As we advanced I became aware of a certain throbbing sensation, as of the beating of a vast pulse. Whether this was being transmitted through the floor or along those vibrating lines we continually encountered, I could not say.
I wondered whether our disturbing this net of forces was betraying our presence, and even our position, to the adept working with the stuff down at the Fount. Or was his concentration on the task at hand sufficiently distracting to permit us to approach undetected?
“It has started?” I whispered to Jasra.
“Yes,” she replied.
“How far along?”
“The major phase could be completed.“
A few paces more, and then she asked me, “What is your plan?”
“If you’re right, we attack immediately. Perhaps we should try to take out Jurt first-all of us, I mean-if he’s become that high-powered, that dangerous.”
She licked her lips.
“I’m probably best equipped to deal with him, because of my connection with the Fount,” she said then. “Better you don’t get in my way. I’d rather see you dealing with Mask while I’m about it. It might be better to keep Mandor in reserve, to lend his aid to whichever of us might need it.“