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stone arch. The prunes that covered it were dark and lifeless. : “Where is Aleena? Did some fiend attack her?”
    Noph cleared his throat. “Uh, guys, it’s okay,” he said. Everyone turned to stare at him. The youth had already put away his knife. “Uh, Aleena, um, she stayed back. ; Maybe she …”
    “She what?” shouted several of the men at once.
    Lord Garkim closed his eyes for a moment and f sighed.
    It was going to be a day he would not soon forget.

Chapter Three
Of Elephants and Bloodforge Wars
    Lord Garkim could read minds, but having five strong-willed subjects made the process difficult. It proved to be easier to keep all conversations with them direct and to the point. It never hurt to first play the good host, of course, as it led to a lowering of mental barriers and swift answers later.
    As Garkim and the five visitors left the vault, they pushed through a growing crowd at the top of the steps by the main door, where confused guards and two city councilors talked rapidly with several of Doegan’s best wizards. Garkim had nothing left to tell them, his verbal reports already made. His mission to bring the visitors back to the palace took priority even over the gate’s failure.
    The visitors from Undermountain remained silent in the confusion, following Garkim’s lead. They had already tied down, sheathed, or peace-bonded their weapons for the trip to the palace. A royal passenger wagon harnessed to a small, short-eared elephant awaited them on the street, with a brown-skinned Mar driver brought from the royal stables. The five visitors gave the elephant long, wide-eyed looks. Several of the men rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
    “Where are your horses?” Noph asked, tearing his gaze away to look up and down the crowded street. “Or do you only have monsters to pull your wagons?”
    “Horses!” Lord Garkim laughed, leading the group down the steps from the vault’s doors. “Alas, horses do not fare well here. A few came when this land was settled, but most died from disease. What few we have left are for important business only, not for easy rides across town. The red oxen and our eternal friends, the elephants, are far more durable. You are in no danger from this beast. It is quite intelligent and friendly.”
    When they reached the wagon, the newcomers crowded close to the elephant and dared to touch it. Even Miltiades was impressed. “As you might be with us for a while,” said Garkim in a friendly tone, behind the group, “I will tell you more about our fair realm.” He signaled, and the drover pulled down the wooden stepladder on the wagon’s side. Garkim swiftly climbed aboard, seating himself on a silk-padded sideboard. “Later, I should like to discuss your own business here, of course.”
    Garkim already knew why the five were here, but it was always useful to know how far they would go to cover up the truth. Garkim had no illusions about lying. Everyone, even children, lied or shaded the truth. They did it almost every hour.
    “We would like to hear about your kingdom first,” said Miltiades. He spoke politely but made the request sound like an order. “We had an arduous journey getting to our end of the gate, and we would like to collect our thoughts while we ride.” He hesitated before boarding the wagon, giving the elephant a last long look, then climbed the steps and took his seat across from Garkim.
    Garkim grimaced, thinking of the damage that metallic armor would do to the wagon’s silk cushions. It could not be helped, but the visitors would be happy to dump their armor by nightfall once they’d experienced a bit more of Doegan’s late-summer heat and humidity.
    The seat cushions were a niggling matter, though. The visitors were without a doubt quite dangerous, and Garkim had already marked Miltiades for special attention. The holy warrior’s thoughts revealed he was by far the most experienced of the group, constantly sifting through hundreds of possible actions