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she stood deep in thought. After a time, she returned.
'I'm going to ask you to do something dangerous,
Sparhawk,' she said gravely. "I think you'll be safe though.
The memory of Aphrael is still strong in your mind, and
that should protect you.'
'What do you want me to do?'
'We're going to use Bhelliom to seal the cave. There
are other ways we could do it, but we have to be sure
that the jewel will accept your authority. I think it will
but let's make certain. You're going to have to be strong,
Sparhawk. Bhelliom won't want to do what you ask, sO
you'll have to compel it.'
'I've dealt with stubborn things before,' he shrugged.
"Don't make light of this, Sparhawk. It's something far
more elemental than anything I've ever done before. Let's
move on.'
They continued upward along the spiralling passageway
with the muted roar of the waterfall in Ghwerig's
treasure-cave growing fainter and fainter. Then, just as
they moved beyond the range of hearing, the sound
seemed to change, fragmenting its one endless note
into many, becoming a complex chord rather than a
single tone - some trick perhaps of the shifting echoes
in the cave. With the change of that sound, Sparhawk's
mood also changed. Before, there had been a kind of
weary satisfaction at having finally achieved a long-sought
goal coupled with the sense of awe at the revelation of
the Child-Goddess. Now, however, the dark, musty cave
seemed somehow ominous, threatening. Sparhawk felt
something he had not felt since early childhood. He
was suddenly afraid of the dark. Things seemed to
lurk in the shadows beyond the circle of light from
the glowing sword-tip, faceless things filled with a cruel
malevolence. He nervously looked back over his shoulder.
Far back, beyond the light, something seemed to move.
It was brief, no more than a flicker of a deeper, more
intense darkness. He discovered that when he tried
to look directly at it, he could no longer see it, but
when he looked off to one side, it was there - vague,
unformed and hovering on the very edge of his vision.
It filled him with an unnamed dread. 'Foolishness,
he muttered, and moved on, eager to reach the light
above them.
It was mid-afternoon when they reached the surface,
and the sun seemed very bright after the dark cave.
Sparhawk drew in a deep breath and reached inside
his tunic.
'Not yet, Sparhawk,' Sephrenia advised. 'We want to
collapse the ceiling of the cave, but we don't want to
bring that overhanging cliff down on our heads at the