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same time. We'll go back down to where the horses are
and do it from there.'
'You'll have to teach me the spell,' he said as the three
of them crossed the bramble-choked basin in front of the
cave mouth.
"There isn't any spell. You have the jewel and the rings.
All you have to do is give the command. I'll show you how
when we get down.'
They clambered down the rocky ravine to the grassy
plateau and their previous night's encampment. It was
nearly sunset when they reached the pair of tents and
the picketed horses. Faran laid his ears back and bared
his teeth as Sparhawk approached him.
"What's your problem?' Sparhawk asked his evil
tempered warhorse.
'He senses Bhelliom,' Sephrenia explained. "He doesn't
like it. Stay away from him for a while.' She looked
critically up the gap from which they had just emerged. 'it's
safe enough here,' she decided. 'Take out Bhelliom and
hold it in both hands so that the rings are touching it.'
'Do I have to face the cave?'
'No. Bhelliom will know what you're telling it to do.
Now, remember the inside of the cave - the look of it, the
feel, and even the smell. Then imagine the roof collapsing.
The rocks will tumble down and bounce and roll and pile
up on top of each other. There'll be a lot of noise. A great
cloud of dust and a strong wind will come rushing out of
the cave mouth. The ridge-line above the cave will sag as
the roof of the cavern collapses, and there'll probably be
avalanches. Don't let any of that distract you. Keep the
images firmly in your mind.'
"it's a bit more complicated than an ordinary spell,
isn't it?'
'Yes. This is not, strictly speaking, a spell, though. You'll
be unleashing elemental magic. Concentrate, Sparhawk.
The more detailed you make the image, the more powerfully
Bhelliom will respond. When you've got it firmly in
your mind, tell the jewel to make it happen.'
'Do I have to speak to it in Ghwerig's language?
'I'm not sure. Try Elene first. If that doesn't work, we'll
fall back on Troll.'
Sparhawk remembered the mouth of the cave, the
antechamber just inside, and the long, spiralling gallery
leading down to Ghwerig's treasure-cave. "Should I bring
down the roof on that waterfall as well?' he asked.
"I don't think so. That river might come to the surface
again somewhere downstream. If you dam it up, someone
might notice that it's not running any more and start investigating.
Besides, that particular cavern is very special,
isn't it?'