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had to make sledges for them from blankets and spears and let them be dragged by the asses。 Yelsom died a day afterward。 Now we were all sick to a greater or lesser degree。 At least； I told myself wryly； no one now has enough energy to plan mutiny。 But that spell remained over us…neither Cassini nor Janos could recollect the slightest detail of wizardry…their implements； tools； and herbs remained unknown curiosities to them。
Two days travel after we buried Yelsom； the land around us changed。 Instead of being almost flat and stony； it became sandy。 We saw a touch of green from time to time； low scrub brushes。 I thought I saw an animal…a tiny antelope； perhaps…dart from cover to cover。 I would never have dreamed I would be glad to enter a desert； but I was。 I hoped that we had been through the worst； and the desert would bee greener； would bee watered lands； and finally we would see the ground start to rise toward the mountains。
Our route was a bit more circuitous…the land was deeply pitted。 Now I learned more about how to navigate on land。 We would approach such a pit； trying to keep to the pass heading Janos had determined to follow。 Then we would strike a course 90 degrees away from our intended heading； keeping track of our paces。 Once we were clear of the pit； we would resume the original course until past the hole； turn another 90 degrees； and walk back the same number of paces； and then take up the correct direction once again。 It was quite maddening。
Some of these depressions were shallow； others were as deep as fifty spearcasts。 I wondered what could have made them？ Perhaps what I'd heard was true…the shooting stars that brightened Orissan summer nights were not signals from the gods； but rocks from beyond； real rocks that might have fallen from Godhome onto earth。 But why should there be so many of them； here in this desolation？
As I was musing over this； we found the first body。 It took a moment for our lead man to determine what it was； and then he shouted for Sergeant Maeen。 It hurt every bone； but I managed to stumble to the front of the column； as did Janos。 We gathered around what had been an antelope； or so I guessed。 It was not a plete body； but the sun…blackened skin of some sort of four…legged creature。 It was about ten feet from another pit。 Maeen saw another skin； further on。 It looked as if it had been torn apart。 By a hunting cat； perhaps？ But the cat would have devoured the skin and left bones； I thought。 We went on。 At least this meant there would be more water now； and fresh meat if we could net or trap one of these creatures。 We found other pits and other animal skins。 I remembered what they reminded me of…grape skins tossed aside after their juices were sucked out。 The next body we saw was that of a man； he； too； had been killed in the same manner： there was no sign of any bones； but the man's skin lay mummified on the ground； skin from midchest to the feet； his head was also missing。 The man would have been about my size and of normal shape； so much for the tales of men with heads in then…stomachs…or perhaps we had not traveled far enough to meet them。 There were no traces of clothing or weaponry； so we could not tell if we were looking at the body of a savage or a savant。 Janos suggested we close up the marching order and move carefully past brushy areas。 Again； perhaps a great cat had seized the man and ripped off his head。 No one had a better theory。
We were skirting another pit when suddenly the ground gave way beneath us； then we were sliding； scrabbling frantically in the collapsing sand； but sliding toward to the bottom of the pit I saw one of the asses 。。。 one that carried one of our treasure chests 。。。 tumble； braying in panic； gold coins spilling； cascading down 。。。 a soldier floundering； trying to climb back to solid land 。。。 Cassini shouting in panic 。。。
Something came out of the bottom of that pit。 A black nightmare。 I never saw 。。。 or my mind refused to admit it had seen 。。。 all of the creature。 There was a huge； pulsing abdomen 。。。 a wedge…shaped head on a turreted neck 。。。 jaws that were razor scimitars flashing on either side of a pursed mouth 。。。 claws scrabbling at the sand； digging； digging； digging away； making the sand slide us down； down toward death。 Cassini lost his footing； fell； and began to roll。 The ass's bray became a scream； became silent； and Cassini stopped himself； legs splayed wide on the sand； then he began sliding again； very slowly。 He was shouting for help； screaming。
Janos； too； had slipped into the creature's trap and was sprawled a few feet above the Evocator。 He fought himself up； to his knees 。。。 Cassini's hand implored him； stretched out。。。 Janos started to move 。。。 and then stopped。 We all became part of some horrible tableau； frozen in this bit of time。 Then I was leaping； once； twice； my feet digging in； and I was below Cassini and buried to the knees in the sand； his slide broken against me； and then both of us were tottering。 Somehow I steadied myself 。。。 standing 。。。 afraid to look back； afraid to see how close to the terrible thing we were； not balanced enough to draw my sword； shouting to Cassini to crawl； man； crawl； and he was scrabbling upward； I wading after him； and I thought I heard a great hiss from behind me； like the creature was being cheated； and from the Up of the hole spears came down； arcing just over my shoulder； and the hiss became a shrill； and I was staggering up； sliding back down 。。。 and Janos was beside us； somehow able to walk in this dry mire； and then we were out of the creature's den； diving away from its edge。 Deoce and Maeen ran up； stringing bows； each of them holding arrows in their bow hands。 But there was nothing to shoot at。
The sides of the pit were still sliding； as the sand resought the cone's natural perfection。 There was nothing at the bottom of the pit。 No creature； no ass； no treasure chest。 I thought I could see a gleam that might have been a few of the coins。 Unless the creature had power to make itself invisible or was a demon from some unknown hell； it must have reburied itself。 I had time to think of each of the pits we had passed； each housing such a monster； and refused the abominable thought Then we realized one of the soldiers… Aron…was missing。 We never saw his body； and I ordered our party to march on before the creature in the pit had time to drain his juices and cast his body among us。 Cassini was glowering at Janos； who avoided his gaze； but still we marched； on and on。
That night I woke and saw a bulky form that could only be Janos sitting just beyond our party。 I rose silently and joined him。 〃By rights；〃 he said softly； 〃you should reduce me to the ranks and put Sergeant Maeen in charge。 I failed today。〃
I had just about enough of what I perceived to be Janos' plete inability to recognize his own humanity and flaws。 〃The mighty Greycloak； afraid；〃 I said as sarcastically as I could manage。 〃The stars fall from their courses； the earth shudders； and there is blood on the moon。 As if a damned great monster like that would not have sent shudders through any of the heroes of old。〃
〃It wasn't fear；〃 Janos said； and I knew he spoke the truth。 〃No one who is a soldier c