"You have each given your word to Hammerhand," he announced. "I suggest that all of you be more honorable in such matters than Lord Sakar Kane. Also, as you go through that town out there, tell the people to pack what they can carry and leave. Now, get out."

Escorted by armed dwarves, the humans filed out of the hall toward the outer gate. Only when they were gone, and the door closed, did Hammerhand signal to Talon Oakbeard, who got off the back of the sprawled, kicking woman and backed away. "Stand up," he said. "And quit grumbling. You aren't hurt."

When the human was upright, several dwarves led her to the foot of the dais and pulled away her veil. "Well, well," Hammerhand said quietly. "Not a woman at all. I understand your name is Morden."

The dark, stitched scar across the man's face seemed even darker as the color blanched from his cheeks. "Let me leave," he gasped. "Let me just… go with those other people. I won't bother you, I promise. You'll never see me again."

Hammerhand ignored the plea. "You commanded the catapults in Tharkas Pass," he said. "You sent the stones that killed my people."

"Please!" Morden dropped to his knees. "Please, I was only following my prince's orders. He told me to loft the stones. He told me to!"

"I brought one of your stones back to Klanath," Hammerhand said. "I brought it for you, to drop on you from a high place."

"Please!" Morden sobbed. "Please, I…"

"But before I do that, I want an answer from you. Where is Sakar Kane? Where did he go?"

"H-His Highness only told me that he was summoned by Dreyus. He was to…" Morden's voice trailed away, his mouth hanging open, his eyes bulging as he stared past the dwarf.

"I told you he was a coward," Tulien Gart said, standing beside the throne.

"You're dead!" Morden shrieked. Abruptly he rose to his feet, whirled, and grabbed a javelin from the hand of a nearby dwarf. With a shrill cry, he raised the weapon, aiming it toward the dais… then faltered and seemed to dance as a dozen dwarven blades slashed into him from every side. More blades hit him as he fell to the floor.

Gazing at the butchered assassin, Tulien Gart said, "I wonder whether he meant that for you or for me."

"It doesn't matter now," Hammerhand growled. "I just wish you'd stayed out of sight until he answered my question."

"I'm sorry," the soldier said. "As to Lord Kane, though, if he was summoned by Dreyus, then he probably has gone to Daltigoth. Dreyus speaks for the emperor." With curious eyes, he studied the fierce dwarf still standing on the throne. "Did you really bring back a catapult stone to drop on him?"

"You've been sitting on it," Hammerhand said.

In the days following the taking of Klanath, squadrons of dwarves fanned out from the compound. Street by street and house by house, they went through the surrounding town. Most of the people had already fled, but wherever the dwarves found humans they cleared them out-sometimes courteously, sometimes not, but always firmly. And behind the evictors came teams of incendiaries with lamp oil and torches. Every structure built of stone, they tore down. And everything that would burn, they burned. For long days, thick smoke rose above Klanath to darken the threatening clouds overhead. Through long nights, the flames spread, outward and outward, until there was nothing more to burn.

As the fires died, Derkin had the human prisoners led up from the dungeons and herded out of the compound. Disarmed and cowed, without shelter, without employment, and without a cause, the men would wander away, most of them never to return. Some of them, perhaps many, might even join the emperor's enemies in the war on the central plains-a war that should have ended with the defeat of the emperor's general, Giarna, but which seemed destined just to go on and on.

When the sloping plain around Lord Kane's fortress was nothing but a wasteland of ash and rubble, Hammerhand gathered his lieutenants and issued new orders. "Bury that mess out there," he said. "I want it all plowed under, all the rubble and all the ash, before the ground freezes. Then, when that's done, we'll go to work on the Klanath mines."

"You want us to work those mines?" Vin the Shadow protested. "I still remember too clearly being a slave there."

"We won't mine them," Hammerhand said. "We are going to close them off, fill them in, and bury them. This place is too close to Kal-Thax for humans to have mines here."

"That will take all winter," Talon Oakbeard mused. "It might be fun, though." He turned, gazing around at the sumptuous, ornate fortress that Sakar Kane had built for himself. "What about this place?" he asked. "And those new fortifications the humans were building? Are we going to leave them standing?"

"We will leave nothing standing," Derkin decided. "When we leave, there will be no Klanath. It will be as though Sakar Kane had never come here at all… as though no human ever had."

"This will be fun!" Talon Oakbeard exclaimed.

"And keep us all busy for a while," Vin the Shadow muttered. Then the large eyes behind his iron mask crinkled in a hidden smile. Hammerhand was right, he decided. We're at our best when we have work to do… and choose to do it."

"I'd like to see Sakar Kane's face if ever the Prince of Klanath comes back here and finds he has nothing to be prince of," Talon chuckled. Then, more seriously, he asked Derkin, "Do you think Lord Kane will come back here?"

"I don't know." Derkin shrugged. "If not, maybe one day I'll go and find him, wherever he is." He strode across the compound, the others following him. From the wall, he looked across scorched ruins to the rising slope where Tharkas Pass began. "We will leave one thing standing here," he said. "A single stone… a monument, right out there where the city ended. Four miles from that point, Kal-Thax begins. We will inscribe that stone with the fourth law of Kal-Thax: 'If we are wronged, we will retaliate. We will always retaliate.' "

"I have a new name for our Derkin," Vin the Shadow told Talon Oakbeard. "He gives the law-our law-to our enemies, in ways they will understand. I have followed Derkin Winterseed, and I have followed Derkin Hammer-hand. Now I follow Derkin Lawgiver, and proudly."

The Winter of Demolition

By the time the heavy snows began on the slopes north of Tharkas, there was almost no trace of the sprawling city that once had stood there. Every useable stone and timber had been carried away, and the remaining ashes and rubble were plowed into the ground. In the spring, new grass and seedlings would sprout there. Within a few seasons, no trace would be left of the human settlement that had dominated the northern Kharolis Mountains.

Among the thousands of dwarves involved in the project, the work became known simply as "The Tidying," because Derkin the Lawgiver had referred to it so.

The task of burying the Klanath mines was a larger project, but the dwarves tackled it with enthusiasm. Many of them, like their leader, had once been slaves in these mines, and found great satisfaction in obliterating them. The shaft mines, high on the slopes, were caved in and sealed with stone. Then hundreds of delvers with climbing-slings and stone-drills went aloft above the pits. Working in conditions that would have been unthinkable for humans, the hardy mountain people began a series of "punches" in the stone face of the great peak. Master delvers went first, to "reckon" the stone-testing it, tasting it, marking its contours and slants, its seams and cracks, and noting the natural flaws in the granite. They patterned a half-mile's length of mountain with their scratches and marks, their chips and gouges, all the directional runes of delving.