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〃Doctor！〃 he spluttered； waving his fist。 〃Can't kill me！ Not Doctor Inch！〃 Simon slumped to the ground。 He had done all he could。
Inch took a sloshing step forward； then began to fly。 Simon stared； overwhelmed。 The world had run entirely mad。
Inch's body lifted out of the water。 Only when all of him was in view could Simon see that the foundry…master's broad belt had somehow caught on the fittings of one of the vast paddle blades。
The waterwheel bore Inch upward。 The giant was in a frenzy now； bellowing as he was manhandled by something even larger than he was。 He twisted at the end of the blade； struggling to free himself； reaching back to smash at the wooden paddle with his fist。 As the wheel swung him up toward the top of its rotation； he reached out for the great chains which twined around its axle and climbed up out of sight into the shadows of the cavern ceiling。 Inch's huge hands grasped the slippery links。 He clung tightly。 As they pulled upward past the wheel； he was stretched to his utmost for an instant。 Then the buckle of his belt snapped loose and he fell free of the paddle。 He clung to the massive chain with both his arms and legs。
Inch was still not coherent； but his echoing roar changed to a note of triumph as the chains carried him slowly upward。 He swung away from the wheel so he could drop into the water below； but when he let go； he fell only a little way and then tipped over。 He slammed against the chain and dangled； head downward。 His foot had slid through the center of one of the wide； oily links and was wedged there。
The overseer thrashed； trying to pull himself up to free his foot。 Howling and sputtering； he tore his own leg bloody； but he could not drag his weight high enough。 The chain carried him up toward the unseen heights。
His cries grew fainter as he vanished into the shadows overhead； then a horrendous agonized cry echoed down； a rasping gargle with nothing human in it。 The wheel lurched in its rotation for a moment and stopped； bouncing a little from side to side as the current pushed at the immobilized paddle blades。 Then the wheel began to turn again； forcing the obstruction through the monumental grinding gears that turned Pryrates' tower…top。 A drizzle of dark fluids rained down。 Bits of something more solid spattered across the waterway。
Moments later； what remained of Inch slowly descended into the light； wrapped around the huge chain like meat on a cooking skewer。
Simon stared idiotically for a moment； then bent； retching； but there was nothing in his stomach to bring up。
Someone was patting his head。 〃Run； lad； if you got place to go。 Red priest'll e quick。 His tower stopped turning for a good long time when wheel was up。〃
Simon squinted against the black flecks that danced before his eyes； fighting to make sense of things。 〃Stanhelm；〃 he gasped。 〃e with us。〃
〃Can't。 Nothing left of me。〃 Stanhelm gestured with his chin at his twisted； badly…healed legs。 〃Me and others'll keep the rest shut up。 Say Inch had a bit of accident。 King's soldiers won't do us badly…they need us。 You run。 Didn't belong here。〃
〃Nobody belongs here；〃 Simon gasped。 〃I'll e back for you。〃
〃Won't be here。〃 Stanhelm turned away。 〃Go on now。〃
Simon clambered to his feet and stumbled toward the watercourse； pain arrowing through him with every step。 A pair of forge workers had lifted Guthwulf out of the water； the blind man lay on the cavern floor； struggling for air。 The men who had saved him stared； but did nothing further to help。 They seemed curiously numbed and slow； like fish in a winter pond。
Simon bent and tugged at Guthwulf。 The last of the strength Maegwin's sacrifice had lent him was eddying away。
〃Guthwulf！ Can you get up？〃
The earl flailed his hands。 〃Where is it？ God help me； where is it？〃
〃Where is what？ Inch is dead。 Get up！ Hurry！ Where do we go？〃
The blind man choked and spat water。 〃Can't go！ Not without 。。。〃 He rolled over and forced himself up onto hands and knees； then began scrabbling along the ground beside the watercourse； pawing as though to dig himself a hole。
〃What are you doing？〃
〃Can't leave it。 I'll die。 Can't leave it。〃 Suddenly； Guthwulf gave an animal cry of joy。 〃Here！〃
〃Aedon's mercy； Guthwulf； Pryrates will be here any moment！〃
Guthwulf took a few staggering steps。 He lifted something that reflected a yellow strip of torchlight。 〃I should never have brought it；〃 he babbled。 〃But I needed something to cut the rope。〃 He gasped in more air。 〃They all want to take it。〃
Simon stared at the long blade。 Even in the shadowy forge chamber； he knew it。 Against all sense； against all likelihood 。。。 here was the sword they had sought。
〃Bright…Nail；〃 he murmured。
The blind man suddenly lifted his free hand。 〃Where are you？〃
Simon took a few painful steps closer。 〃I'm here。 We have to go。 How did you get here？ How did you e to this place？〃
〃Help me。〃 Guthwulf put out his arm。
Simon took it。 〃Where can we go？〃
〃Toward the water。 Where the water goes down。〃 He began to limp along the edge of the channel。 The forge workers drifted back to let them pass； watching with nervous interest。
〃You're free！〃 Simon croaked at them。 〃Free！〃 They stared at him as though he spoke a foreign tongue。
But how are they free； unless they allow us？ The forges are still locked； the doors still barred。 We should help them。 We should lead them out。
Simon had no strength left。 Beside him； Guthwulf was mumbling； shuffling his feet like a lame old man。 How could they save anyone？ The forge workers would have to make their own way。
The water ran foaming down through a fissure in the cavern wall。 As Guthwulf felt his way along the stone； Simon was momentarily certain that the blind earl had lost what few wits he had left…that they had escaped drowning once； but would now be washed down into blackness； But there was a narrow track along the edge of the watercourse； one that Simon could never have found in the shadows。 Guthwulf； to whom light was useless； made his way downward； tracking the wall with his fingers as Simon struggled to help him and still remain balanced。 They passed out of the last gleams of torchlight and into blackness。 The water churned noisily beside them。
The darkness was so plete that Simon had to struggle to remember who he was and what he was doing。 Fragments of the things Leieth had showed him floated up from his memory； colors and pictures as swirlingly confused as an oil film on a puddle。 A dragon； a king with a book； a frightened man looking for faces in the shadows…what did all these things mean？ Simon did not want to think any more。 He wanted to sleep。 To sleep 。。。
The roar of the water was very loud。 Simon emerged suddenly from a haze of pain and confusion to find himself leaning sideways at a precarious angle。 He grabbed at the cracked wall of the fissure； pulling himself upright。 〃Guthwulf！〃
〃They speak so many tongues；〃 the blind man murmured。 〃Sometimes I think I understand them； but then I am lost again。〃 He sounded very weak。 Simon could feel him trembling。