Steff was beginning to have trouble keeping up. He was enormously strong and fit when well, but whatever sickness had attacked him—if indeed it was a sickness and he had not been poisoned as Morgan was beginning to surmise—had left him badly worn. He fell repeatedly and had to drag himself up again each time. Padishar never slowed. The big man had meant what he said—Steff was on his own. The Dwarf had gotten this far on sheer determination, and Morgan did not see how he could maintain the pace the outlaw chief was setting much longer. The Highlander glanced back at his friend, but Steff didn’t seem to see him, his haunted eyes searching the shadows, sweeping the curtain of black beyond the light.
They were more than a mile into the mountain when a glimmer of light appeared ahead, a pinprick that quickly became a glow. Padishar did not slow or bother to disguise his coming. The tunnel broadened, and the opening ahead brightened with the flicker of torches. Morgan felt his heartbeat quicken.
They entered a massive underground cavern ablaze with light. Torches were jammed into cracks’ in the walls and floors, filling the air with smoke and the smell of charred wood and burning pitch. At the center of the cavern a huge crevice split the chamber floor end to end, a twisted maw that widened and narrowed as it worked its way from wall to wall. Another bridge had been built to span the crevice at its narrowest juncture, this one a massive iron structure. Machinery had been installed on the near side of the crevice to raise and lower it. The bridge was down at the moment, linking the halves of the cavern floor. Beyond, the flat rock stretched away to where the tunnel disappeared once more into darkness.
Teel stood next to the bridge machinery, hammering.
Padishar Creel stopped, and Morgan and Steff quickly came up beside him. Teel hadn’t heard or seen them yet, their torchlight enveloped by the cavern’s own brightness.
Padishar laid down his torch. “She’s jammed the machinery. The bridge can’t be raised again.” His eyes found Steff’s. “If we let her, she will bring the Federation right to us.”
Steff stared wildly. “No.” he gasped in disbelief.
Padishar ignored him. He unsheathed his broadsword and started forward.
Steff lunged after him, tripping, falling, then crying out frantically, “Teel!”
Teel whirled about. She held an iron bar in her hands, the smooth surface bright with nicks from where she had been smashing the bridge works. Morgan could see the damage clearly now, winches split apart, pulleys forced loose, gears stripped. Teel’s hair glittered in the light, flashing with traces of gold. She faced them, her mask revealing nothing of what she was thinking, an expressionless piece of leather strapped about her head, the eyeholes dark and shadowed.
Padishar closed both big hands about the broadsword, lifting its blade into the light. “End of the line for you, girl,” he snapped.
The echo filled the cavern, and Steff came to his feet, lurching ahead. “Padishar, wait!” he howled.
Morgan jumped to intercept him, caught hold of his arm, and jerked him about. “No, Steff, that isn’t Teel! Not anymore!” Steff’s eyes were bright with anger and fear. Morgan lowered his voice, speaking quickly, calmly. “Listen to me. That’s a Shadowen, Steff. How long since you’ve seen the face beneath that mask? Have you looked at it? It isn’t Teel under there anymore. Teel’s been gone a long time.”
The anger and fear turned to horror. “Morgan, no! I would know! I could tell if it wasn’t her!”
“Steff, listen . . .”
“Morgan, he’s going to kill her! Let me go!”
Steff jerked free and Morgan grabbed him again. “Steff, look at what she’s done! She’s betrayed us!”
“No!” the Dwarf screamed and struck him.
Morgan went down in a heap, the force of the blow leaving him stunned. His first reaction was surprise; he hadn’t thought it possible that Steff could still possess such strength. He pushed himself to his knees, watching as the Dwarf raced after Padishar, screaming something the Highlander couldn’t understand.
Steff caught up with the big man when they were just a few steps from Teel. The Dwarf threw himself on Padishar from behind, seizing his sword arm, forcing it down. Padishar shouted in fury, tried to break free and failed. Steff was all over him, wrapped about him like a second skin.
In the confusion, Teel struck. She was on them like a cat, the iron bar lifted. The blows hammered down, quick and unchallenged, and in a matter of seconds both Padishar and Steff lay bleeding on the cavern floor.
Morgan staggered to his feet alone to face her.
She came for him unhurriedly, and as she did so there was a moment in which all of his memories of her came together at once. He saw her as the small, waiflike girl that he had met at Culhaven in the darkened kitchen of Granny Elise and Auntie Jilt, her honey-colored hair just visible beneath the folds of her hooded cloak, her face concealed by the strange leather mask. He saw her listening at the edges of the campfire’s light to the conversation shared by the members of the little company who had journeyed through the Wolfsktaag. He saw her crowded close to Steff at the base of the Dragon’s Teeth before they went to meet with the shade of Allanon, suspicious, withdrawn, fiercely protective.
The Scions of Shannara
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