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."Geppo did as he was told.As he put the ring on the second time, he gasped aloud in amazement, mouth open wide.He turned his hands over in front of his face, marveling at the sight of them, then looked at the rest of his body and possessions.His face radiated purest awe.Wykar watched invisibly, face burning and chest tight.The derro was just as clearly visible to Wykar now as he had been before the ring was put on.But that was not surprising, given the sort of magical ring that Geppo wore, a wondrous ring that fulfilled the wearer's most secret and desired wish.A cursed ring of mental delusions."Excellent," said Wykar shakily."It worked that time.Don't wander off.I.I can't see you, and we have to go.Stay within hearing of my voice, though.When we get close enough, just move in on your own.Get whatever gold you want, then come back here.Don't take your ring off until then.The cloakers will never see us."Geppo nodded.A new expression filled his ravaged face.It was beatific joy.Wykar knew he had done something terribly wrong.He was no fool when it came to the gods.They saw everything, even this.Maybe they would forgive all of this because of the egg.The egg was the evil thing, not Wykar.He told himself this over and over, but somehow he did not believe it anymore.He shook it off.He was tricking a derro, not a child or a god's holy avatar.If I am to be damned, then let us get on with it, Wykar thought angrily."Let's go," he said, getting to his feet.Keeping the derro in the corner of his vision, Wykar began to walk toward the red-violet glow from the distant wall, still shrouded by blowing fog from the rumbling Sea of Ghosts.Geppo walked along carefully beside him, grinning like a big fool who could not get enough out of trying to see his hands.Wykar looked away from that black-toothed grin.The deep gnome felt inside his open vest for his final weapon and his final defense.Both were safely there, strapped into a deep, crude pocket.He removed them and gritted his teeth.He had thought long and hard about what was coming next.It would hurt terribly, but sometimes there was no other way out but through, the svirfneblin often said.No way out but through.The two had marched to within two hundred feet of the glowing rift when Wykar whispered, "Stop." Geppo halted, looking around in mild confusion.Wykar leaned closer, but was careful to be out of the way in case Geppo drew his weapon."Listen to me," he said."We're going in there together.Move very slowly.If you pick something up, do it slowly and make no sound.These rings don't hide the noise you make, so be careful." Why am I saying this? Why am I saying this?"Thank you," whispered Geppo, nodding.He set off for the glowing rift, walking in silence.Wykar stood for a moment, staring after the derro with an empty expression.Then he took a deep breath and put a corner of his vest between his teeth, filling his mouth with the vile, fishy-tasting fur.He ground his jaws together tightly, readying himself for what came next.He carefully lifted his final defense, unable to see it but feeling it roll between his fingers.It was a long, bronze needle.He put the needle in his left ear, then pushed it in.Boiling pain exploded deep in his ear, pain a thousand times worse than anything the drow had given him.His head felt as if it would burst.Quickly, before he could think better of it, he transferred the needle to his other hand and jammed it into his right eardrum, destroying it as well.He dropped the needle after that and doubled over in mindless agony.He felt his teeth almost close together through the thick fur in his mouth.Hot blood ran from his ears and down the sides of his bare cheeks.He lifted his head, eyes streaming tears.Geppo was halfway to the rift.Wykar had to go after him, to destroy the egg.It was all for that egg.He heard nothing but an endless scream from his ruined ears.But his eardrums would heal in time.There had been no other way to block the cloakers' moaning, no way to keep them from claiming him.His ears would heal, and he would be a hero and have his revenge on the drow.Wykar saw Geppo stop and look back in puzzlement.The gnome realized he was running and probably making a lot of noise.He forced himself to stop and concentrate through his pain, then walk more carefully and quietly.Geppo relaxed at that, then went on toward the glowing rift.The air turned bad.Wykar now smelled dead things, rotting things.The ground was covered with bits of stinking algae, like everywhere else, but a dark lump that looked like a body was just ahead.It was a drow, most of its flesh and muscle eaten away; one leg was missing.It lay in a peculiar, loose-limbed position, untouchably foul
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