“Where are they going?” whispered Lars.
Kalikoff whispered back. “Some of the old records mention ancient caverns, down beyond the Deep-down. There’s supposed to be strange things living there—” he gazed at the passing ghost women. “I thought it was made up,” he sighed.
Sturvin gazed down at them. “Man, there’s gotta be hundreds of them. S’a damn army.”
“Dey’s actink like dey’s guardink sumting,” Dimo mused. “Sumting impawtent.”
Below them, several wagons containing machinery trundled past. None of the group could have been expected to recognize the components of The Other’s mind transfer device.
“So they had some sort of base under Sturmhalten,” Zeetha realized. “A good place to hide. No wonder no one ever knew where they came from. But why are they leaving?”
“The old Prince is dead,” Lars breathed. “I’ll bet he was their protector or something.”
Krosp was staring at the last wagon of machinery as it moved on past. “There’s something about that stuff that looks familiar,” he grumbled. “I wonder what it’s for?”
“Hy tink Hy know,” said Ognian in a strangled voice, “And in der Master’s name, keep qviet!”
The others looked back and shuddered into silence. A series of huge, misshapen creatures, larger than oxen and covered in spines and writhing tentacles, lumbered forward. Strapped to the wooden carts that groaned behind them, were a series of large glass and metal spheres, covered with softly glowing dials and gauges. Behind the thick glass, undefined shapes roiled endlessly within a thick, oily liquid.
A squad of Geisterdamen marched grimly alongside each one, and a single pale warrior stood atop each sphere, easily high enough to look into the windows of the gallery. Instantly the group flung themselves to the ground and huddled beneath the openings as the great mechanisms rolled on by.
“Doze iz Slaver Engines,” Ognian growled.
Lars spasmed in place. “Slaver—You mean like revenant wasps?”
“Ho yez.”
Maxim sidled up to Dimo. “Der Baron gots to hear ’bout dis,” he said grimly.
“Agreed.”
“Ken ve keep Miz Agatha out uv dis?”
Dimo gave a single, silent laugh. “Ask me ven ve find her. Eef ve effer gets out uv here.”
Maxim gave the green Jäger a light punch on the arm. “Patience, brodder. Soon ve gets lucky.”
It was about a half an hour later. The procession had finally passed. The group had headed back up towards the way from which the Geisterdamen had come.
This had brought them to what could only be called a town. It was in a large cavern, stone facades and galleries were carved from the living rock, with the occasional incongruous wooden building. The rooms, as well as quite a lot of the rock wall, had been carved into sensuous, flowing designs, which had been painted in a variety of colors.
Most of the space seemed to be either communal living quarters or animal pens. A large central courtyard contained a fountain, which was adorned by a statue obviously representing a long-haired woman cuddling a child.
Ognian appeared at the entrance to the courtyard. “Okeh,” he announced. “Hy followed dem a lonk vay down. Dey din’t even leave a rearguard, and dey vas collectink all de lemps as they passed.”
Maxim nodded. “Voteffer dey din take, hit looks like dey burned.” He indicated a score of smoldering heaps littering the yard. “Hy dun tink deys cummin’ beck.”
Lars appeared. “Not only that, but it looks like any tunnel that might go upwards has been collapsed.”
“They didn’t collapse everything,” Sturvin said pointing upwards. Small holes could be seen in the ceiling. “The smoke from these fires is gettin’ sucked up somewhere.”
“Effen if ve got op dere, Hy dun tink ve’d fit.” Ognian scowled. “Mebbe ve better follow der Geisters.”
“That’s our last resort,” Zeetha retorted. “It looked like they were heading deeper underground, and we’re lost already.”
Sturvin agreed. “We are so off our maps.”
“Maybe we should just pick a direction,” Lars suggested, pointing to a number of dark openings. “I mean how big can these tunnels be?”
Maxim let out a guffaw. “Hey, Oggie? Remember de Unseen Empire?”
The other Jäger’s grin lit up the darkness. “Yah! Dose guys vit der lava cannons! Jeez, dot vas vot—a hunnert years ago? Mebbe more...”
“Ve vas mit der Red Heterodyne den,” Maxim reminded him.
“Goot fighting!” Oggie remembered.
“Yah, but hit took uz two years to get outta dose caverns.”
“Two years?” Lars gasped.
“Vell, hit should have taken vun,” Maxim conceded, “But de Master, he develop a taste for bat sammiches.”
“Dot nut,” Ognian smiled wistfully.
“Hey!” Kalikoff called from another doorway. “Get over here! We found something!”
The “something” proved to be a large door. It was blocked off by a pile of broken furniture and other debris. “It was hidden behind all this junk,” Kalikoff explained. “But there’s a strong breeze coming from underneath it. I’m thinking it’s a way out that they closed off.”
Lars frowned.” All the other ways out they collapsed.”
Dimo grinned. “Jah, but dis schtuff haz been here qvite awhile. Hy tink dey pile dis schtuff up here an’ forgets all about de door.” He shrugged. “Dey used to lose rooms and guests in Castle Heterodyne like dot all der time.”
In short order, everyone had dragged away enough of the blocking material that Maxim and Ognian was able to drag the door open with a rusty squeal. Maxim wrinkled his nose. “Fregh! Veird schmell in here,” he reported.
The large stone chamber was filled with tall rusting metal pots, each of them easily two meters tall and several meters in diameter. The outer walls were coated with a layer of slime. Various tables and benches covered with bottles and dusty bits of machinery instantly identified the room’s purpose.
“Iz an old Spark’s lab,” Maxim said.
“You think so?” Lars eyed it skeptically.
“Ho yez,” Maxim assured him. “Hit’s got dot feelink uv bad krezy.” Lars looked at him. Maxim shrugged. “Hyu learn to recognize it.”
“Man,” Sturvin complained. “This place smells like a swamp.” His foot crunched on a pile of broken glass. “Someone really trashed it, too.”
Ognian frowned as he looked around. “Hy dun see nottink vorth barricading dis place over. Not ennymore, ennyvay.”
Dimo stepped through a doorway. “Dere’s anodder whole cavern back dere. Fulla more machinery, too... uh oh.”
Instantly Ognian was at his side. “Someting is moffink out dere,” he sang out.
From a large vat, a glowing bubble arose, it continued to expand until dozens of eyes cleared the lip and focused on the Jägers. When it saw them, tentacles slid over the edge and began to advance. Several similar creatures arose from nearby containers.
“And that’s why the door was barricaded,” Sturvin pronounced glumly.
Ognian eyed the slowly moving creatures skeptically. “Dose tings? Dey dun look like moch.”
Maxim smacked him in the back of the head. “Oh now hyu iz just askink for it,” he snarled.
“And he’s got it,” Krosp yelled. The group spun to see that the vats they’d strolled past were now disgorging swarms of smaller glowing creatures. They looked like small, fat, gelatinous pillows, with two stumpy legs. A single pale stalk sprouted from their heads.
“Aww,” Ognian protested, “Dey iz cute.” All the stalks swiveled towards him.
Zeetha moved away from him. “They closed the lab off rather than fight them,” she reminded him in a soft voice.
“Hey! Hey!” Sturvin called out from the corner. “An elevator! Since the room was sealed off, it looks like they didn’t disable it!”