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Standing at the Edge of the
Fire at the Earth's Core...
"I'm
going through," Rhapsody said simply. Grunthor laughed aloud.
"If you
wanted to commit suicide, Oi would o' been glad to 'elp you in a way
that wouldn't damage the meat," he said. "Come on, miss, shake
it off."
"Look,"
Rhapsody said, losing patience, "I'm not going back. I can't. None
of us can. Remember those cave-ins? The path is blocked. We'll never get
out that way. The only way to go is forward."
"Exactly
how do you propose we do that?" Achmed asked. His tone was sincere,
or at least as full of sincerity as he was capable.
Rhapsody
took a deep breath, knowing that what she was about to say would sound
inane, at best. "Do you remember what I said about names, and how
they can make us what we once were?"
"Vaguely."
"Well,
I've been thinking about it ever since the possibility arose. I think
the only way to broach the fire is to wrap ourselves in a song of our
names and hope that we are remade on the other side."
"You
first, my dear," chuckled Grunthor.
"Of
course," she said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"You
really are desperate to get out of this tunnel," said Achmed. His
tone was the cross between sympathy and sarcasm that Rhapsody referred
to as sympacastic.
"Have
you got any better ideas?"
She sat down
on the root and unslung her ragged satchel, removing her higen, a
palm-sized stringed instrument resembling a tiny harp. "If I make
it through, I'll come back for you if I can." She brushed the dirt
from the fragments of her cloak and stood again. "If I don't come
back, at least you'll know to try something else."
Grunthor
shook his head, staring at the inferno before them. "Oi know that
without you tossin' your life away."
"Let
her go," said Achmed quietly.
Rhapsody
smiled. "Thank you. At least if I don't make it you'll finally be
rid of me."
Grunthor was
growing visibly upset. "If Oi'd wanted to be rid o' ya, Oi'da done
it ages ago. I could o' snapped your neck with one 'and and been done
with you."
She put her
arms around the trembling giant. "Well, maybe you could have back
then. I've has some pretty good sword training since." She pulled
him tighter, and he bent to embrace her. "Goodbye, Grunthor. Don't
worry. I'll be back."
He pulled
away and looked down at her, mustering a smile. "Oi thought you
always had to tell the truth."
Rhapsody
patted his cheek. "I am," she said softly. She turned to the
robed man who had vexed her so much, had trapped her within the Earth in
the first place.
"Goodbye,
Achmed."
"Hurry
up," he said. "We're not going to wait long for you."
Rhapsody
laughed aloud. "Well, that's incentive." She shouldered her
pack and walked away toward the inferno. The two Bolg watched as her
tiny black shadow grew longer against the roaring flames, then
disappeared in the wall of billowing heat and light.
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