Chapter Twenty-Five
AS THE LAST trace of light slid from the sky, they moved carefully down off the ridge and crossed the ash-covered sand toward the rock tower looming above them. When they reached the shattered scree at its base, they dismounted, left the horses with Durnik and climbed up the steeply sloped rubble to the rock face of the basalt pinnacle that blotted out the stars. Although Relg had been shuddering and hiding his eyes a moment before, he moved almost eagerly now. He stopped and then carefully placed his hands and forehead against the icy rock.
"Well?" Belgarath asked after a moment, his voice hushed but carrying a note of dreadful concern: "Was I right? Are there caves?"
"There are open spaces," Relg replied. "They're a long way inside."
"Can you get to them?"
"There's no point. They don't go anywhere. They're just closed-in hollows."
"Now what?" Silk asked.
"I don't know," Belgarath admitted, sounding terribly disappointed. "Let's try a little farther around," Relg suggested. "I can feel some echoes here. There might be something off in that direction." He pointed.
"I want one thing clearly understood right here and now," Silk announced, planting his feet firmly. "I'm not going to go through any more rock. If there's going to be any of that, I'll stay behind."
"We'll come up with something," Barak told him.
Silk shook his head stubbornly. "No passing through rock," he declared adamantly.
Relg was already moving along the face, his fingers lightly touching the basalt. "It's getting stronger," he told them. "It's large and it goes up." He moved on another hundred yards or so, and they followed, watching him intently. "It's right through here," he said finally, patting the rock face with one hand. "It might be the one we want. Wait here." He put his hands against the rock and pushed them slowly into the basalt.
"I can't stand this," Silk said, turning his back quickly. "Let me know once he's inside."
With a kind of dreadful determination, Relg pushed his way into the rock.
"Is he gone yet?" Silk asked.
"He's going in," Barak replied clinically. "Only half of him's still sticking out."
"Please, Barak, don't tell me about it."
"Was it really that bad?" the big man asked.
"You have no idea. You have absolutely no idea." The rat-faced man was shivering uncontrollably.
They waited in the chill darkness for half an hour or more. Somewhere high above them there was a scream.
"What was that cry?" Mandorallen asked.
"The Grolims are busy," Belgarath answered grimly. "It's the season of the wounding - when the Orb burned Torak's hand and face. A large number of sacrifices are called for at this time of year - usually slaves. Torak doesn't seem to insist on Angarak blood. As long as it's human, it seems to satisfy him."
There was a faint sound of steps somewhere along the cliff, and a few moments later Relg rejoined them. "I found it," he told them. "The opening's about a half mile farther along. It's partially blocked."
"Does it go all the way up?" Belgarath demanded.
Relg shrugged. "It goes up. I can't say how far. The only way to find out for sure is to follow it. The whole series of caves is fairly extensive, though."
"Do we really have any choice, father?" Aunt Pol asked.
"No. I suppose not."
"I'll go get Durnik," Silk said. He turned and disappeared into the darkness.
The rest of them followed Relg until they reached a small hole in the rock face just above the tumbled scree. "We'll have to move some of this rubble if we're going to get your animals inside," he told them.
Barak bent and lifted a large stone block. He staggered under its weight and dropped it to one side with a clatter.
"Quietly!" Belgarath told him.
"Sorry," Barak mumbled.
For the most part, the stones were not large, but there were a great many of them. When Silk and Durnik joined them, they all fell to clearing the rubble out of the cave mouth. It took them nearly an hour to remove enough rock to make it possible for the horses to squeeze through.
"I wish Hettar was here," Barak grunted, putting his shoulder against the rump of a balky packhorse.
"Talk to him, Barak," Silk suggested.
"I am talking."
"Try it without all the curse words."
"There's going to be some climbing involved," Relg told them after they had pushed the last horse inside and stood in the total blackness of the cave. "As nearly as I can tell, the galleries run vertically, so we'll have to climb from level to level."
Mandorallen leaned against one of the walls, and his armor clinked. "That's not going to work," Belgarath told him. "You wouldn't be able to climb in armor anyway. Leave it here with the horses, Mandorallen."
The knight sighed and began removing his armor.
A faint glow appeared as Relg mixed powders in a wooden bowl from two leather pouches he carned inside his mail shirt.
"That's better," Barak approved, "but wouldn't a torch be brighter?"
"Much brighter," Relg agreed, "but then I wouldn't be able to see. This will give you enough light to see where you're going."
"Let's get started," Belgarath said.
Relg handed the glowing bowl to Barak and turned to lead them up a dark gallery.
After they had gone a few hundred yards, they came to a steep slope of rubble rising up into darkness. "I'll look," Relg said and scrambled up the slope out of sight. After a moment or so, they heard a peculiar popping sound, and tiny fragments of rock showered down onto the rubble from above. "Come up now," Relg's voice came to them.
Carefully they climbed the rubble until they reached a sheer wall. "To your right," Relg said, still above them. "You'll find some holes in the rock you can use to climb up."
They found the holes, quite round and about six inches deep. "How did you make these?" Durnik asked, examining one of the holes.
"It's a bit difficult to explain," Relg replied. "There's a ledge up here. It leads to another gallery."
One by one they climbed the rock face to join Relg on the ledge. As he had told them, the ledge led to a gallery that angled sharply upward.
They followed it toward the center of the peak, passing several passageways opening to the sides.
"Shouldn't we see where they go?" Barak asked after they had passed the third or fourth passageway.
"They don't go anyplace," Relg told him. "How can you be sure?"
"A gallery that goes someplace feels different. That one we just passed comes to a blank wall about a hundred feet in."
Barak grunted dubiously.
They came to another sheer face, and Relg stopped to peer up into the blackness.
"How high is it?" Durnik asked.
"Thirty feet or so. I'll make some holes so we can climb up." Relg knelt and slowly pushed one hand into the face of the rock. Then he tensed his shoulder and twisted his arm slightly. The rock popped with a sharp little detonation; when Relg pulled his hand out, a shower of fragments came with it. He brushed the rest of the debris out of the hole he had made, stood up and sank his other hand into the rock about two feet above the first hole.
"Clever," Silk admired.
"It's a very old trick," Relg told him.