Read Online 07. Ghost of the Well of Souls by Jack L. Chalker - Free Book Online

up to it, Genghis O'Leary extended one of his long, thin arms and knocked as hard as he could.
    He felt a little foolish doing so; the surface of the pyramid looked and felt like any of the other pieces of polished rock used to sheath the exterior, although it was well off center. The only reason he thought it might be a disguised door was the thermal pattern. Even if it was, who could hear a knock like this on that kind of rock? He was pretty good at crushing, but those old jackhammer fists were history, left with wherever his old body might be, if it was at all.
    He could hear, though, that they knew he was out here. Most likely they had some sort of system that had kept him under observation ever since he entered this place, waiting to see what he was going to do. He counted on it, in fact.
    There was a pause, as he'd also expected. More rustling went under him and up and into the pyramid's base. The stone seemed to jiggle, then it moved. In an elaborate groove system. It was pulled in and slid into a carved notch in the much thicker stone to his right. There was a sudden blast of warm air, and a Quislonian emerged from the apparent darkness beyond.
    It stood about a meter high on all six legs. Its color was an unremarkable pinkish-gray, its skin or possibly soft exoskele-ton had a smooth and slightly wet look to it. Its head was on a retractable neck that appeared to be able to turn most of the way around and rise from a notch in the body—elevating the head another thirty or so centimeters or leaving it facing forward as an extension of the body. It was no beauty: there were four horns, two long, two short, atop an oval mouth that seemed to have wriggling worms where teeth might be, constantly in motion and dripping some kind of wet ooze. O'Leary wasn't at all certain whether two of the soft horns were eyes and two ears. In the end, except for the sake of politeness, it didn't really matter.
    "What brings you here, Pyron?" the creature asked.
    He saw nothing extra move, nor heard much in the way of background sounds save a kind of modulated hum, so he wasn't sure just how these things spoke, either. If they were group minds, it probably didn't matter anyway.
    "I'm sorry to intrude, but you leave your embassy empty at Zone, giving us no choice but to enter your land to speak with you," he responded, trying to seem calm and natural. He had the sense and sounds of thousands of these things lurking all around him, not just in the pyramids but also just beneath his feet. They were certainly burrowers and tunnelers. Although he'd had these sensations to one degree or another during the two days traveling here, the danger to him never seemed as acute as it did now. He hadn't felt this nervous since the night he'd arrested the Commonwealth Security Minister in his own office.
    "We have no need for much contact with the outside, and when we do, we initiate it," the creature responded.
    "You are aware of the war just fought to the west of here?"
    "We are. It is none of our concern."
    He took a deep breath. "I'm afraid it is. We have been monitoring the communications of the Chalidang Alliance. While much of it is in codes we can't decipher, we have been able to deduce patterns in their communications that correspond to activities by their agents elsewhere. Recently, a good deal of interest has been shown in Quislon."
    "Deduced, you say. Nothing more?"
    "We are good at our jobs, and some of the finest minds on this world are working on this, aided by the most capable computing devices. Even with some subterfuge to confuse us, we feel confident that they are looking very closely at—at a minimum—Quislon, Sanafe, Pegiri, and Regeis. Do you or anyone in your own authorities know why those four radically different hexes would be of interest to Chalidang? Two land, two sea, none close, none the slightest bit related to one another; the only connection we can find is the not very remarkable fact that none are high-tech hexes."
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