Chapter seven
In the cavern of beautyThe shimmering manifestation of the Wizard of Loh Deb-Lu-Quienyin beckoned us on toward a gargoyle-crowned opening, black and ominous, jagged in the wall of the cavern.
We’d traversed a considerable quantity of corridor since our meeting with the Kanzai Warrior Brother. The women complained — very naturally — yet it was as obvious to them as to us that we had to keep moving and find a way to escape from the Coup Blag.
Old Deb-Lu’s turban was straight upon his head and he did not need to lift a hand to prevent the absurd headgear from toppling. His face looked grave.
Faintly, no louder than a distant whisper of wind, the sound of rushing water filtered through that gap of dark and evil aspect.
“The women need to rest up again, Jak,” called Nath. He
