Freezia waved goodbye to Clise and Vialla, then turned her attention to Aridol, satisfied that he was now breathing deeper. "How long have you been here, Clover?" she asked, taking her hand from Aridol's forehead.
"A week or so."
"Without food?"
"The Northern men gave me some -- I think it was a type of maize or corn."
"Okay. Have you ever seen anything unusual down here? Besides the usual?"
"Not really, except for the Death Cave."
Freezia recoiled. "Death cave?"
"Yeah . . . it's rigged with dozens of booby-traps. You actually were within the outer network, the ventilation shafts can get you around some, but not all."
"I see. There are traps up here, also?"
"No." Clover said, then hesitated. "There's a lot of drop offs, though. Pits."
"I see. Can you show us the way towards the Death Cave?"
Clover shrank away, and Reon looked at her askence. Rone chose that moment to arrive. "Why do you want to go there?" He showed them several parallel scars on his legs and arms. "I got these in those traps, when I found the gem seal."
Reon stared at Freezia. "Why do you want to go to the death cave? Even the Orcs cannot enter there. Why, the Dark Lord himself surrounded the final test with these traps, afraid that another would find the seal. The Life Seal was too powerful still for him to handle."
Rone nodded. "There's some prophesy or something engraved around the pedestal."
There was movement in the tunnels beyond them, and Rone ran lightly into the shadows. He emerged with a whimpering Northern soldier. "There was another," Rone muttered. "Soon they will have the whole mountain on top of us!"
"It you don't mind me saying it, we already do!" Reon muttered, giving the man a deadly glare.
"Calm down, let's tie him up. Aridol's awake, I can hear him. Let's try and reach the traps before the army cuts us off." Freezia returned to the cave where Aridol had been lying, and she helped him to his feet. He winced a little, then straightened. By now, they could hear feet pounding in the tunnels a distance away.
"What I wouldn't give for an army at my back and horse beneath me," Aridol groaned. Freezia prodded him through the doorway as they started a quick lope down the tunnels, with Rone in the lead.
"I would give my life to have an eagle beneath me and plains hundreds of feet beneath," she muttered, then picked up her pace. The goblins were getting nearer, a few had managed to catch up, a few in front of them had been mowed down with pikes Freezia had found in an abandoned cave-room.
The first booby trap was met. As they entered a long passage, they found themselves in a well-lit, many-pillared hall with paved floor. Behind them, the persuit was getting closer. As Clover's feet touched the central paving-stone (about five yards across and as many wide), her body shot through into a pit beneath. She twisted her body and missed the spears buried in the ground, but barely. To their astonishment, the slab swung back to its previous position, blocking all view of what was below. The group halted and went forward slowly.
Freezia touched the slab, and it pivoted easily under her hand. Aridol and Rone picked up a three-times-life-size spear that was adorning a statue, and stuck it underneath on the other side. Freezia climbed down and grabbed Clover's hand, pulling her back towards the light. They dodged around several spears, then the others pulled them out, back into the light. Rone kicked the spear out of the opening and it swung back into position. A few goblins had made a rush for them, but Reon had slain them quickly. Then, a battlement of the creatures rounded the bend they had just before, and lowered their spears. A few shafts deflected off the stonework around the group, but they remained unharmed, due to the seals' various protective measures.
Aridol stood behind the pivoting slab of stone, daring the goblins to rush at him. The others caught on, and taunted the wary army. Finally, the captain gave an order and they started running. Dodging arrows still, Freezia's group fled along the passage, careful to test each stone they would step on to see if it was trap or not. Freezia looked back in time to see at least two dozen of their pursuers drop, screaming into their own trap, with screams and mingled curses as the wounded pleaded for assistance.
They kept running. "Get to Waterfall City," Freezia mumbled, her eyes half closed. "Get to Waterfall City and resist the dark armies." She feared what might have happened to it in her absence. And now she knew clearly what the black line was. Death Cave . . . an apt name. An underground lake of lava and underground geysers. A death trap.
A death she meant to cheat.