attempting to climb the gray peaks. Did you know that gaunts can be trained?â
âI know a youth who trains gaunts, aye,â Hero answered. âHe has a power over them.â
âOthers have powers, too.â Augeren sobbed again.
Hero found himself morbidly fascinated. âWhat do the gaunts do with the climbers they take?â he asked. âAnd what has that to do with you?â
âCertain caverns in the gray peaks are gates to the underworld,â Augeren answered. âDo you believe me?â
âI do,â said Hero. âMount Ngranek on Oriab is likewise a gate to the underworld. Down there at the roots of dreamland lie the Vale of Pnoth, Zinâs vaults, black seas of pitch, great ruins without name, and many another nameless thing. I know, for Iâve been there.â He couldnât suppress a shudder.
Augeren was impressed. âAnd returned unscathed! Then youâre a quester born for sure! Alas, the quest for Augeren is your last. But tell me: are you still curious about me, or should I simply kill you now and have done? For sure as the dawn draws nigh I grow hungry, and Iâd as soon be filled and sleeping through the day as sat here boring you.â
The word âboringâ got to Hero. âCurious?â he croaked. Somehow he managed to get his knees under him so that he kneeled, scratched his back against the rock wall behind him. âNever more so. Indeed Iâm fascinated! So say on, Augeren. Except â¦â
âYes?â
âFirst tell me what happened to my friend. The burly fellow? Heâs a quester like myself, you see, and I just wonderedââ
âThen stop wondering. He wonât be coming to save you.â Augerenâs many-faceted eye glittered. âHeâs dead, your friend. Fell into my trap in the dark. A great pit â¦â
Hero hung his head, felt grief, anguish fill him like a flood. He gritted his teeth, looked up. âAnd did you â¦â he choked, âdid youâ?â
âNo,â Augeren shook his monstrous head. âWhy should I climb down there to feed on him when there was the boyâs fatherâor you? I kill, and then I eat. But once a body is cold, then the marrow of the bones quicklyâ ah! â
For Hero had turned his face away, was silently cursing into the hollow of his own shoulder, biting on the collar of his jacket. And Augeren said: âBut see, now you hate me as much as I hate you.â
Hero controlled himselfâa gigantic effort of willâand looked up again. He prayed that the tears in the corners of his eyes didnât show, for he wouldnât give this damned thing that much satisfaction, and said: âPlease ⦠please go on. The underworld. Men are taken there by gaunts. Why?â
âNew blood,â Augeren answered at once. âA guarantee of continuity. They are placed where their unnatural lusts will best serve the denizens of the underworld. Especially the Lords of Luz.â
âDenizens of the underworld? Monsters dâyou mean? Gugs, ghouls and ghasts and such? I donât understand. And just who are these Lords of Luz?â
As Augeren took up the tale again, so Hero commenced sawing at the rope between his wrists, slowly, painfully working its fibers against a projecting edge of
the rock at his back: âDo you know what a dhole is?â the monster asked him. Saliva spurted from the corner of Augerenâs distorted mouth, driven out by his restlessly churning probe. âBut of course you must know, for youâve seen the Vale of Pnoth. Actually, I doubt if you have seen one, though perhaps youâve been close. But to actually see a dhole is to dieâusually. And yet I have hunted dholes and killed them! Not alone, of course, but as a member of the hunt. However, let that be for now â¦
âWell, there are dholes in all of dreamlandâs subterranean ossuaries. Wherever bones are