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And now the demon had recovered； from whatever the gods had done to it in passing。 The lights of it again spun and flickered in the air； the noise and sickness of it came trampling； hurtling in pursuit。
Mitspieler； now fallen to last place among the racing humans； unable to run faster； was now unable to run any more at all。 He turned and struck with desperate magic against the flying thing。 Mark； looking back with some remnant of a wish to help the man； saw bolts of fire shoot from the wizard's fingertips； to splash into the light that roiled in midair and represented Dactylartha。 And then Mark saw the stronger fire strike back； along the pathway of the first； and he saw what happened to Mitspieler when it engulfed him。
The demon now flashed throught the air； easily overtaking and passing Mark and Ben； and Ariane； who now moved on her own feet supported between them。 It was obviously trying to cut off the leaders of the human rout； who now fled down the last section of the path toward a dark doorway。 It failed。 The last man of the advanced group vanished into that portal just before it got there。
Balked； it turned back。 Three living victims yet remained to it。
It spewed its sickness at them。 Blue immaterial flames burst around Ben； and he fell； choking and gasping。 Mark felt the pain。。。
Ariane pushed herself erect against the wall of rock beside the path； and faced the thing directly。 Her girlish voice rang out； in what must have been the charm learned in her childhood：
〃In the Emperor's name； forsake this game； and let us pass！〃
There was a burbling and a shrieking in the air。 Dactylartha's substance boiled and spurted。 It struck at the three humans but it could no longer reach them。 A wall as of glass； invulnerable and invisible； was outlined along the path； imaged in midair by the demon's fire that splashed against it harmlessly。 The pathway； just to one side； was clear。
The flames had disappeared from Ben's body； leaving no signs of physical damage。 Mark with an effort got the big man back on his feet and shoved him forward。 Then Mark took Ariane by the arm and pulled her along； he realized that he was in better shape than either of the others； but at the same time he knew he was half…dazed himself。
Supporting themselves and each other as best they could； the three of them limped and hobbled forward； passing shielded just under the storm of the demon's wrath。 It deafened and blinded but could not touch them。 Now the dark doorway was close ahead； and now they were entering it； and now； with a shock of sudden silence； the domain of the demon had been left behind。
They stood in a quiet place； of stone and friendly darkness； a little light was ing from somewhere ahead of them and below。
〃This looks like a drainpipe；〃 Ben muttered dazedly。 〃Or a sewer。〃
Maybe it did； thought Mark。 But it was a passage to where they wanted to go； and even reasonably clean。 As they moved forward and the descent steepened； there were steps and grips to use。
Ben was starting to e out of his confusion。 〃What happened back there？〃 was the next thing he asked。 〃I thought it had us for a moment。 Did Mitspieler fight it off？〃
Ariane had nothing to say。 She kept moving along； putting down one foot after another； but she looked bad； her face stark white behind the bruise and the dried blood。
Mark made no answer either。 Not now。 Later； when he had had time to think； he would have questions of his own。
〃Look；〃 said Ben； and stopped momentarily； opening his hand； displaying a gold coin。〃 〃Yes；〃 said Mark。
They moved on。 The tunnel was bottoming out。 Mark could see that just ahead it widened into a level space； wide and open； extending farther than he could see from here。 Some Old World lights there appeared to be turning themselves on in wele。 And the light that shone up into the tunnel was yellow with the reflected burden of the gold。
Chapter 16
The ugly dazzle of the demon's influence faded quickly from Ben's mind as he moved on。 But his mind did not really clear。 Instead the more entrancing glamour of the gold came on to absorb his thoughts。
Down here long hallways were lined with shelves displaying gold。 Niches and alcoves and entire rooms were filled with the yellow hoard。 As far as Ben could see it was all unguarded； open； free to their touch whenever they wished to reach out and touch it。 There were neat piles of bars and ingots； heavy baskets filled with ore and nuggets。 Wordlessly the three walked past stack after stack of coin； cases of jewelry； shelves crammed with artifacts of gold。 Some of these were simple； some were ugly； some were of intricate workmanship whose origin and purpose Ben could not identify。
In the rooms of the treasure cave nearest to the entrance； many of the stacks of coin were toppled； many of the shelves were disarranged； as if intruders' hands had already played and sported with them greedily。 Doon and Radulescu； Dmitry and Willem； must have passed this way only a little earlier。
The rock ceiling here was relatively low； only a meter or two above the wooden walls and partitions and stacked shelves that held the treasure。 In the ceiling Old World lights were mounted somehow； lights in individual rooms and halls and alcoves came on individually ahead of Mark and Ben and Ariane as they approached； and lights behind them darkened again as soon as they had passed。 Ben； looking very far ahead … this cavern like those above it went on for a great distance … could see that there； too； lights in other rooms were going on and off。 He assumed that Doon and the three others were probably there； had probably by now ceased marveling and were busy stuffing their pockets and their packs。。。 e to think of it； he doubted that anyone still had a pack； after that last chase。 Neither he nor Mark nor Ariane had one now； though Mark had somehow retained his bow and quiver。
And there continued ever more piles of bullion to marvel at； more stacks of coin； more shelves of golden ornaments； all yellowing the light。 High shelves of stored gold lined the passages between rooms； and made up the partitions between rooms； and covered the walls of the rooms themselves。 There had to be； Ben supposed； some overall plan of organization to the hoard； but so far he could not tell what it was。
They walked on and on； saying nothing to each other； discovering more and more。 Their wonder at the vastness of the treasure grew； until it blurred into a sense of unreality。 This was too much。 This must be some enchantment； or some joke。。。
At an intersection of long aisles； or galleries； Ben looked down a long vista … a hundred meters？ two hundred？ … to a rock wall at the end。 About halfway down； he glimpsed an end to gold； if not to treasure。 Another light had just e on there； where someone else must be moving through the hoard； and it illumined a kind of borderline where it seemed that yellow metal might give way to silver。 And might that starry detail be the twinkle of distant diamonds？
It was all too much。 It somehow carried matters beyond the enjoyment or appreciation even of successful robber