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party’s progress with a smile on its black stone face. Behind it, the Aracan Katuvana snored on his throne and Gmichi lay beside it, bubbles of saliva popping on his lips before the drool dribbled down to stain his tabard.
    I do believe it is time to put the first part of my plan into action, the Jar mused, its eye turning to look at the console beside it. With a whisper of power, the Jar activated the window beside the one showing the Jinra Dungeon. The Lych Mistress’s beautiful face appeared, relaxed in sleep. A Hellpuppy curled in the rich red wool cloth that covered the elven woman’s striking form. With a second wisp of power, the Jar activated the mindspeech tool, allowing it to reach into the dreams of the Lych Mistress. “Hear me, Lady Lych. Hear the voice of your Master.”
    The woman on the red covered bed stirred slightly and a smile slid across her lips. “I hear you, my most beloved Lord.” Her mind tone was soft and sleepy.
    “Lady Freya has been drawn into the Jinra Dungeon. Sir Grald will soon require the services of his wife to persuade his sister to join us. Make sure that Lady Erendell is ready for the task.” The Jar paused and the Lych Mistress nodded in her sleep. “I will need your presence in I’Mor Barad soon. Prepare yourself to become my bride at last.”
    The Jar withdrew from the mind of the Lych Mistress and watched as she gasped and her eyes opened. Then it shut that window down and went back to watching Freya as she arrived at the door to the main Dungeon.
    * * *
    The passageway on the other side of the door flickered brightly with candles. Freya examined one of the candelabra, a perfect bronze reproduction of a bull’s head and jumped back as it opened its eyes, looked at her and the rest of the party, snorted and went back to sleep.
    “Minotaur heads,” Kraarz said. “One of the few creatures that turned from the dominion of the Dark Gods and were wiped out in retaliation.”
    “They’re still alive,” Freya shuddered.
    “They can’t die,” Vox told her. “Like me, the Minotaurs were part magic. But because I am here, they won’t alert whoever is in charge of the Dungeon.”
    “Why?” Lin asked as they walked up the corridor, her eyes darting along the flagstones, searching for trap triggers.
    “I have a standing agreement with the Minotaur spirits.” The Flixen shrugged its now hound size shoulders. “We go back a long way.”
    “Oh.” Lin frowned at a large lump on the floor in front of her. “Is this a magic trap, Vox?”
    Vox padded forward and sniffed the lump carefully.
    “No. It’s physical.”
    Lin knelt down and began to disarm the trap with Vox’s whispered comments in her ears. Kraarz and Freya waited behind them.
    Freya blushed as her stomach made an audible grumbling sound.
    “Are you hungry?” the Shaman inquired.
    Freya nodded.
    “It feels like days since breakfast.”
    Kraarz smiled at her exaggeration and occupied himself with one of the many pouches hanging from his belt.
    “I believe I have some honeybread here somewhere.”
    “That would be lovely.”
    There was a slight grating sound and Freya shrieked, but as Kraarz and Vox turned to find out why, she disappeared into a hole in the wall.
    Vox bounded forward, its claws scrabbling as it slammed into the closed secret door.
    “Sweet Vaarzasia!”
    Kraarz cursed in his own language.
    Lin spun.
    “Why didn’t you two protect her?” she stood up, her hand dropping to the hilt of her sword.
    “We did not have a chance, Lin. They took her before we knew they were there,” Kraarz shrugged turning his hands palm up.
    “Where would they take her?” Lin demanded.
    Kraarz and Vox looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.
    “The Prison.”
    “How in the name of Fiörna do we find that?” Lin demanded.
    Vox grinned, his eyes narrowing and giving his fox-like face a definite wicked cast.
    “I use my nose.”
    * * *
    In the window, Freya was being strapped onto a massive cartwheel