"But what happened to the others?" Beckla asked, glancing at the broken statues.

"I'm not sure exactly," Terrathiguss replied. "None of us were. One day we woke up from our stony sleep to find that one of our brethren had cracked and crumbled during our slumber. After that, every time we awoke, we saw that another one or two had fallen to ruin while we were sleeping. I suppose it was simply age. Even enchanted stone can crack with time, and even magical creatures can die."

"So you're the last?" Corin asked breathlessly. Caught up in the creature's tale, he had forgotten his fear.

"I'm afraid so," the gargoyle said glumly. "I woke when you first entered the tomb, and I hid behind the dais. Now I see that I was the only one to wake.

There were three others besides me when last we became stone. All must have crumbled since then." The gargoyle's voice turned into a sob. "What a cruel joke that I am the last! I should have attacked you when you entered the tomb. I should have protected my creators. Instead I hid like a coward, and now Talastria and Orannon are no more. I suppose I will crumble, too, now that they are destroyed."

Beckla tapped her cheek thoughtfully. "I'm not so certain. It seems to me that if you were still under their power, you would have turned back to stone with their destruction. But you're still flesh. I think that perhaps you are free of them."

The gargoyle glanced up at Beckla in surprise. "Free?" A look of wonder crossed his doglike face. The green light in his eyes flashed. "Free." He murmured the word again in amazement.

As the gargoyle contemplated the wizard's words, Artek drew the others aside.

"So what are we going to do with it?" he asked quietly.

"It's not an it? Beckla replied testily. "It's a him. I'm going to call him Guss."

"Whatever for?" Artek asked.

Terrathiguss is too long," Beckla explained. "And it really doesn't suit him. He's much too nice to have that kind of a name."

Artek shook his head, trying to follow her reasoning. "But why call it-I mean him-anything at all?"

“Because we're adopting him," Beckla said crisply.

"Oh, how delightful!" Corin exclaimed happily.

"Are you insane, wizard?" Artek hissed. "In case you hadn't noticed, he's a. gargoyle. We are not adopting him!"

"Quiet, Ar’talen!" Весklа said crossly. "You'll hurt his feelings."

Sputtering, Artek tried to come up with a sensible reply to this madness. Beckla breezed by him, approaching the gargoyle.

"It's decided, Terrathiguss," she said cheerfully. "We're trying to get out of Undermountain, and you're welcome to come with us. I would like to call you Guss, too-it's a much nicer name for you. But it's all up to you, of course."

The gargoyle leapt to his feet in surprise. "Well, I like Guss just fine," he gasped, "but do you really mean the rest? You want me to come with you?"

Beckla nodded solemnly. "We do." "All of you?" Guss asked. He looked hopefully at Artek.

Artek opened his mouth, but a sharp glance from Beckla made him rethink his reply. "Yes," he grumbled darkly. "All of us."

"You might be sorry, you know," Guss said gravely. "I was created by dark wizards as a creature of destruction. I am evil by nature."

Beckla smiled. "I rather doubt that."

The gargoyle grinned back at her, displaying row upon row of sharp teeth. Somehow the expression was more charming than terrible. Artek was forced to admit to himself that Guss did seem friendly. And it couldn't hurt to have a gargoyle on their side.

"Look at this!" Corin said suddenly.

The nobleman had been rummaging inside one of the stone coffins, and his eager face was covered with dust. He gripped a tattered book in his hand.

The others gathered around Corin as he opened the tome. The brittle yellow pages were covered with the same spidery writing as the messages the two apprentices had scratched on the walls.

"I think it's their diary!" Corin exclaimed excitedly, thumbing through the book.

Artek peered more closely at the tome, but he could not make out the ancient writing. "Can you read it?"

Corin frowned, squinting at the murky text, then shook his head. "It's written in Thorass, all right. But I'm afraid the ink is too faded to make out more than a word or two. Perhaps I could-wait a minute! What's this?"

The nobleman flipped back to the page that had caught his eye. It displayed a map showing twisting halls joining myriad chambers. "I think this is the great avenue of Underhall we were in before," Corin said, pointing to a broad passage.

"What's this?" Beckla asked, pointing to a chamber with an X marked inside it and a line of text scrawled beneath it.

Corin studied the words for a moment. "I think I can make this out," he murmured, then nodded. "Yes. To the lair of our sister Arcturia.'"

Artek looked up in interest. "Their sister? What does that mean?"

Muragh bounced up and down in his hands. "Are you an idiot?" the skull piped up urgently. "Who else could be the sister of Talastria and Orannon besides-"

"Another apprentice," Artek finished in amazement. He rubbed the top of the skull with his knuckles. "Good thinking, Muragh. Especially for someone who doesn't have a brain."

"Thanks," the skull huffed in annoyance, squirming but unable to escape Artek's grip.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Beckla demanded, hopping off the dais. "Let's go find this Arcturia."

At first, Guss was reluctant to step outside the door of the ancient tomb, fearing he would turn to stone. But Beckla gripped his clawed hand and coaxed him through the portal. Finally he crossed the threshold, then cringed, eyes clenched shut, waiting for doom to fall upon him. Nothing happened. When he opened his glowing green eyes and looked down at his hands, they were still scaly flesh. He looked up at Beckla in wonder, then gave her a toothy grin.

Following the map, they made their way back up the five sets of stairs and down the broad, dusty boulevard hewn by the Melairkyn dwarves. Turning down a side passage, they wended their way through a maze of corridors until at last they came to the chamber marked on the map. There was nothing inside the small stone room but a round pool of dark water.

"Don’t tell me this was a wild goblin chase," Artek said glumly.

Beckla cautiously approached the pool, held out her hands, and spoke several words of magic. The dark water suddenly shone with a radiant blue light. Beckla nodded in satisfaction, then withdrew her hands, and the light faded.

"The pool is enchanted," she said, turning to the others. "While I can't be entirely certain, I think it's a gate."

"Either that or it will transform us into two-headed slime worms," Artek said. "We probably ought to do a few tests before we jump in."

"For once I agree with you, Ar'talen." The wizard started back toward the others. As she did, her boot heel skidded on the damp stones beside the pool. She reached out to balance herself, but it was too late. With a cry, Beckla fell backward into the dark surface of the pool.

The others rushed to the edge of the pool. Artek peered into the murky depths. "I can't see her!" he said frantically.

"And you won't, no matter how hard you look," Muragh replied, his reedy voice grim. "Not if this really is a gate."

"But where has it taken her?" Corin asked, wringing his hands.

Artek made a decision. "There's only one way to find out."

The nobleman's eyes went wide. He started to back away from the pool. "Oh, no. You don't intend to-"

"Grab him, Guss!" Artek shouted.

The gargoyle caught the squirming lord in his stony arms. "Got him, Artek," Guss grinned. "Ready?"

Artek gave a sharp nod. "As Ш ever be." He tightened his grip on Muragh. "Let's go."

Together they leapt into the pool.

Chill water closed over their heads, and they plunged down through freezing darkness. A brilliant light appeared below and grew rapidly into a silvery rectangle. Together they fell through the glowing gate. Artek's senses were abruptly turned on their sides as he found himself not falling through the portal like a trapdoor, but rather stepping through it, as if walking past a sheer curtain of cool silk and into a shining room beyond.