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and we best start off soon. It looks like more than a day’s march to the garden, and I don’t relish sleeping in this place any more than I have to.”
    As he turned with a flourish, Creeg slipped on a bit of scree and fell to one knee with a curse. Why the Lady Iranez had chosen this overconfident glorified cook as their companion in this treacherous land made little sense to Korm, but if she wished to risk her trusted agent in this task, it was her own coin to spend. He doubted the alchemist would survive the journey to the foot of the mountain, let alone make it back to the other side of the lens after making a deal with a demon.
    Aebos bent down to collect the bag of Iranez’s treasure that lay at his feet, threw an awkward grin at Korm, and set off along the alchemist’s trail. Korm sheathed his sword and set out after them, eyeing the linen sack as it bounced upon the cyclops’s back with each of the creature’s long strides. There was a fortune in there. Surely the demon wouldn’t need all of it. Even a handful from the sack would set him and Aebos up for months in Quantium, if not pay their way to any port on the Inner Sea. But in order to spend their reward they’d have to bargain with Juval. And they would have to survive.
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    Six hours later the trio had reached only halfway down the mountain. Although no sun had been visible in the sky since their arrival, the whole of the demon’s world had become progressively darker as they made their way down the rugged terrain, and in the last hour all three of them had slipped and slid within inches of unseen dropoffs and unexpected ravines. Epostian Creeg’s fine white leather suit bore jagged tears and stains from shoulders to shins from the coarse red dust that covered the mountain. Korm’s left knee still bled from a fall that had shredded the leg of his breeches, and the alchemist’s salve had done little to stop the dull pain. The persistent fire of the burning mansion, still visible just above the treeline of the nearing forest, glowed more brightly in the growing gloom, but did little to light their increasingly dangerous path. All of them suspected that a fatal tragedy lay just ahead.
    “All right,” Korm said, throwing up his hands. “I think we’ve got to call it a night and rest here. Any more climbing in this darkness is likely to kill us.”
    Aebos frowned—his vision far surpassed that of a human in the dark—but Epostain Creeg’s dust-covered face shone a wave of relief.
    “Agreed!” the alchemist said cheerfully, plopping himself down on a low boulder set against a jagged wall of rock twice the height of Aebos. “This vantage should prove easily defensible for the evening. I shall prepare us a meal, for all of this climbing has aroused a demonic hunger in my guts.”
    At the mention of food, Aebos turned away from their makeshift trail and let out a contented sigh. “That is the wisest thing you have uttered since we arrived,” he said. “What provender shall you provide from your satchel?”
    Creeg smiled reflexively, his eyebrows high with surprise. “It is nice to be appreciated,” he said, struggling to free his arms from the straps of his oversized rucksack. He set the bag on the ground beside him and withdrew a generous metal pot with an engraved lid. This he uncapped, setting the lid beside him on his rocky seat. He placed the pot between his legs. “Our options are somewhat limited under the present conditions,” he said, his face a mask of genuine regret. “Before we ventured through the lens I returned to the galley and scavenged some mashed tubers that I’d set aside for dinner. There are cubes of hippogriff within, but I’m afraid the lady Iranez enjoyed the tenderloin the day before yesterday, and all that remains are the lesser shoulder cuts.”
    Aebos sat himelf upon the ground opposite the pot. “I am sure we will manage,” he said, peering into the stew. “Shall we light a fire?”
    “We don’t