“I am sure that both of you are elves,” Eltor smiled weakly, “but I know my family well. I am a brother to neither of you. You two should leave here and find a safe place to wait in the forest. I will find you somehow.”
“If you are going in there,” Mistake said seriously, “we are going with you. We are not splitting up.”
“Don’t be foolish,” protested Eltor. “I doubt any of us will get out of here if you don’t leave immediately. I had no right to drag you to into this. Please leave the rope for me.”
“It is perfect,” grinned MistyTrail as the other two turned to look at her as if she were stark raving mad. “You can be herding Mistake and I into the cell area. If we look like elves, the kruls will not think anything of the smell as we pass by. They will mistake you for human.”
“That would work,” Mistake nodded slowly. “That just might work.”
“No,” frowned Eltor. “The kruls will be only too helpful to find a cell for both of you.”
“You must learn never to argue with both of us,” grinned Mistake. “If you want that door unlocked, we are going with you.”
“We have skills that may save our lives,” added MistyTrail. “You alone would not stand a chance. It is all of us or none of us. Make your choice.”
Everyone was silent for few minutes while Eltor thought about what they were about to do. Finally, he nodded in agreement.
“We are going in,” decided Eltor. “I cannot be this close and give up my hope for Caldal.”
“Can you make it so the door does not lock again?” MistyTrail asked Mistake.
“I can, but I will have to leave my tool in the door,” Mistake answered. “We may not come back this way.”
“Do it,” urged MistyTrail. “We cannot afford for you to be seen working on the lock while the kruls are nearby.”
Mistake nodded and left the stairwell. She pulled the thin piece of metal from her belt and went to work on the large door. A loud click echoed through the corridor as Mistake picked the lock. She opened the door a crack and shoved the metal into the lock mechanism.
“You two will walk before me,” Eltor said softly. “I will occasionally push you, so do not be alarmed. That is how prisoners are treated here. The kruls will expect it.”
Both women nodded and crowded before the door. Eltor threw the door open and pushed them through it. The nearest kruls immediately turned to see who was intruding. Broad grins split their ape-like faces. Mistake had mentally prepared to keep her face presented as a mask of fear and revulsion. She did not have to pretend. The kruls licked their lips as Eltor shoved the two women through the door.
MistyTrail immediately gazed to the left and right as they passed the first cells. She was surprised to see that each cell held several people. There were elves and humans in the cells. Males and females were thrown together in no apparent manner. Most of the people were sleeping or just sitting and staring at the bars of the cages. There appeared to be little life in the prisoners.
Eltor’s eyes scanned each of the cells as he pushed the women before him. The kruls all turned their attention towards the newcomers. One of the kruls advanced and looked like he was going to grab Mistake. Eltor snarled at the krul.
“Away,” Eltor shouted while waving his hand to indicate that the krul should step aside.
The krul growled back, but he hesitated only briefly before moving aside. The other kruls suddenly appeared to lose interest in the newcomers. They turned away as Eltor and the women approached. Eltor drove the women steadily forward as he continued to view each cell.
MistyTrail crinkled her nose in an attempt to avoid breathing the stench. She thought it was ironic that they had worried about the kruls detecting Eltor as an elf by his smell. The air was so foul that they would not be able to smell an elf under their noses.
The corridor of cells was long, but Eltor drove the two women at a steady pace so that he had time to view the prisoners in each cell. The kruls further along the corridor looked at them with interest, but their inspection was cursory, and they soon returned to watching the prisoners. As they reached the far end of the long corridor, Mistake saw another door at the very end. The door was at a right angle to the corridor and led off to the left. She dodged Eltor’s push on her back so that she ended up quite close to him.
“There is another door leading to the other side of the temple,” she whispered. “I won’t be able to defeat the lock without my tool.”
A nearby krul, who might have heard Mistake’s whisper, suddenly growled loudly. He pounded noisily towards the trio.
“Stop,” Eltor shouted at the two supposed prisoners as he turned to face the approaching krul.
MistyTrail had already reached the end of the corridor. She was staring into the last cell with curiosity, as it was the only cage that contained a single prisoner. A single male elf sat at the back of the cell watching what was going on. His eyes stared sympathetically at MistyTrail, yet there was a look of defiance in his face. He was an older man, but his body was firm and muscular.
“Avalar,” the man said softly.
MistyTrail cocked her head in confusion after the man spoke and then she heard Eltor’s shouted command. She turned to see Eltor and Mistake several paces back with a krul approaching them. The krul was waving his arm back and forth as he drew closer to Eltor.
“No go,” growled the krul. “Back,” he added as he pointed back along the long corridor.
“This is the wrong way,” Eltor announced loudly as he turned towards MistyTrail and waved her towards him.
MistyTrail moved anxiously to where Mistake was standing. She glanced back briefly at the man who had spoken and then turned her attention towards the krul. Eltor stepped behind the two women and pushed them towards the krul. The krul nodded in satisfaction and turned away. He paid little attention to the trio as Eltor herded the two prisoners past him.
The trio walked steadily back along the corridor of cells. Some of the kruls they passed looked with renewed curiosity; others with barely concealed humor at Eltor’s mistake. Eventually, the trio reached the door that Mistake had forced to remain unlocked. She deftly retrieved her tool as Eltor herded the women through the door. They moved swiftly to the nearby stairwell to get out of the long corridor.
“What was that all about?” asked Mistake.
“I can only assume that prisoners are not allowed through the door that we were approaching,” shrugged Eltor.
“So the krul did not hear my words then?” asked Mistake.
“I do not think so,” replied Eltor. “If he did, he would have seized us. At least we got to see most of the cells. We only had a few more to go.”
“I saw the last cells,” offered MistyTrail. “There was no one our age in them. There was a strange elf in one of them, but he was older.”
“Caldal is my age,” Eltor replied dismissively. “I am sure there must be more cells running along the other side of the pyramid. We must find a way to get through that second door.”
“I doubt that door led to the other cells,” suggested Mistake. “I think it might have led to the center area of the pyramid where prisoners might be able to escape out the rear door. That is why the krul stopped us. Prisoners are probably allowed to come in that door, but never leave by it.”
“Then we must find another way across the pyramid,” Eltor sighed with nervous frustration.
“We passed a corridor on our way to this door,” stated Mistake. “There were screams coming from it. Perhaps it leads to the other side.”
“Let’s try it,” urged MistyTrail. “I do not care much for standing in this temple discussing what we should do. Let’s try the corridor and get out of here before the night slips away.”
“You are right,” nodded Eltor as he stuck his head into the corridor and checked for any stray people walking along it. “Let’s go.”
The trio slipped out of the stairwell and backtracked along the corridor to the intersection of another corridor. Screams no longer drifted through the air as they turned into the new corridor that ran across the center of the temple. The corridor was fairly short and ended in another locked door. Eltor looked through the window of the door and frowned.