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throat as he cowered on the ground, grasping for the fallen candle. He pressed his hand against scorching wax and cried out even louder.
With deliberate effort Jason clamped his jaw shut, swallowing the remaining screams. He rubbed his burned palm against the sleeve of his coveralls. That eye had looked right at him, slightly bloodshot with a dark iris, pupil adjusting to the candlelight. He shuddered.
Panic threatened to smother him. The oppressive blackness made him feel alone in the universe except for the texture of the carpet beneath him. Blood pulsed in his throat. What was he going to do now?
Then he heard a faint jingling. It grew rapidly closer.
He groped for his laser pointer key chain. The tiny beam made a little red dot across the room. Until that moment he had not appreciated how inferior a laser pointer was to a candle for purposes of illumination. At least it was something.
The red dot proved sufficient to see Feracles come bounding out of a gap in the bookshelves. Jason pocketed the key chain and clung to the dog as he would to a life preserver. Refusing to hold still, Feracles kept nudging him to stand. Jason rose, maintaining a hand on the dog’s furry back, and trotted blindly to keep up as he wound along an unseen route.
Soon he glimpsed light up ahead. They reached the open doorway and passed through to the head of the stairway. The loremaster stood there waiting, a half-shuttered lantern in one hand.
“You could not resist.”
“Am I in trouble?”
The loremaster sputtered. “What sort of question is that?”
“I might have made a big mistake.”
The old man nodded, eyes narrow. “Have you any idea what the enmity of Maldor means?”
“I’m guessing it’s a bad thing?”
The loremaster shook his head sadly. “Perhaps you truly are a Beyonder. May Providence help you. Come.”
The loremaster led Jason down the stairs and through the library. Moving at a brisk pace, Jason began to notice how exhausted he felt.
“Most every soul in Lyrian seeks to avoid Maldor’s attention. You have just done the opposite.”
“I just read—”
The loremaster raised a hand, turning his head away. “Say nothing of what you learned. The burden is yours to bear. Do not inflict the information upon others who willfully chose to stop at the title page.”
“Then you know about the book! The one covered in real skin?”
“Of course, my boy.” He tapped his temple. “The fact that I have not read that particular tome explains why I am still alive. Were you seen?”
“What do you—”
“You know what I mean.”
Jason swallowed dryly. “Yes.”
“You must depart at once.”
“Actually, that’s what the b—”
“Never speak of what you read! You may as well behead me.”
“You’re going to send me off into the dark?”
“The night is nearly spent. You will find your way. Follow the dawn for a day or two. Seek the Blind King. Perchance he can advise you.”
At the front desk the loremaster gave Jason a brown traveling cloak, a blanket roll, and a small sack filled with mushrooms. Hermie awaited beside the main door, regarding Jason with morbid fascination.
“Consume these berries now,” the loremaster said, handing him a palmful. “They will help overcome your fatigue. You’ll find more in the bag.”
“I don’t understand what’s happening.”
“You possess the secret the brave travel here to claim.”
“I didn’t want it.”
The loremaster frowned. “You hinted as though you did, and responded to the clues I offered in return.”
Jason felt sick. “It was a mistake! I hoped the book would tell me how to get home. Suddenly I’m public enemy number one. I didn’t understand!”
“I regret if that is true. It cannot be undone. You must flee.” The loremaster directed Jason to the door. “Take heart. Mighty men have failed to examine the words you read, have quailed at the responsibility and departed as cowards. You leave heroically. Go now. I bid you safe