Chapter eighteen
Deb-Lu’s boiling water trickWe both started swimming like madmen for the marble lip of the basin, and the water swirled and boiled and forced us back as though we sought to swim up a waterfall.
I was making progress; but the water grew hotter and hotter, and I did not wish to leave Nath.
Through the steam, something — and it was not a random something — made me glance toward the doors we had entered. Seg stood there, with Loriman and the Khibil sorcerer. Seg was shaking San Aramplo like a rag doll. Other members of the expedition could vaguely be glimpsed crowding up.
The sorcerer shook his head, and there was in the unhappy gesture his hand-tendered resignation, denial and despair.
My head went down, steam boiled up and I could see nothing further.
The bloody water
