Gary Gygax - Dangerous Journeys 2 - Samarkand Solution by Gary Gygax Page B
Authors: Gary Gygax
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have a long spoon when supping with efreeti," said a cool, sultry voice.
Inhetep started, spinning to face the speaker. He saw a girl with milk-white skin and coppery-gold hair, which flowed nearly to her waist. Those tresses were her only garments, although she was adorned with armlets and other jewelry of gold and jewels. She stood unashamed before his gaze, looking back at him with orange eyes. For once Setne Inhetep was so disconcerted as to be nearly speechless. "What are you doing here—and where are we?" the ur-kheri-heb finally managed to blurt out.
"And well might I ask the same of you, although I do know the second answer. I'll give you that if you tell me who you are."
"Magister Setne Inhetep of the Utchatu."
She smiled. "I am Xonaapi. It is a pleasure to meet a man able to drop through solid stone, especially here."
Inhetep looked away, for her beautiful face and body were distracting him. "Where is the 'here' you speak of—other than beneath Ram-f-amsu's quarters, that is?"
"You are correct. We are in a dungeon beneath that . . . that swine's apartments." The full lips moved to a frown, and she made her last words sound like a curse. "I hate that man, and when I get free of this place, I'll make him pay."
"Ram-f-amsu is beyond your vengeance," the magister told her matter-of-factly. "He was assassinated two days ago."
"Oh ... I didn't know," Xonaapi said slowly, and her frown turned to a very seductive-looking pout. "That's too bad, for I had hoped to kill him myself. Do you know the way out of here?"
He shook his head. "I had hoped you might. So! That means you and I must search for the exit from this place, but at least Ram-f-amsu was thoughtful in providing witchlights in this subterranean den." Inhetep paused, looking around to try and orient himself, but wasn't sure just which way was which. In the process, his eyes fell again upon the naked girl. "Let's get going, for who can say what the fire above will do to this place!"
Xonaapi smiled and took the magister's arm. "You are very forceful, Magister Setne Inhetep. I'm sure you will be able to find the way."
"Ah, pardon me, Xonaapi, but do you have anything to . . . er . . . put on?"
"I am wearing all of my jewelry."
"I was referring to clothing."
"Of course! How silly of me," the girl said as she gave his arm a hug. "Ram-f-amsu took it all away, but I could wear a bed sheet."
Inhetep didn't exactly mind the pressure of her full breasts, but it was truly beginning to distract him, and he felt that they had to get out of the underground place soon. He pulled his arm gently from Xonaapi's grasp. "Let's go to your bedroom, then," he agreed.
"Here," she said as they rounded a nearby turn in the maze of passageways beneath the palace, and she opened a door onto a large and lavishly furnished chamber. "Isn't it beautiful? I'd love to have such a bedroom somewhere else. One with big windows and a balcony overlooking a private garden. You don't have a dungeon like this do you, Magister Setne Inhetep?"
Without thinking he said, "Setne will do fine, my dear. And I wouldn't dream of it—having a dungeon, that is," he muttered hastily. "Fashion a toga or something from one of your sheets while I check for means of escape. There's warm air circulating down here."
Xonaapi held in one hand the silken spread she had pulled from the luxurious bed in the chamber, pointing with the other. "Over there, near the floor, I thought of that, but it is only a little ventilator shaft."
"Let's take a few moments to consider the problem, Xonaapi," the priest-wizard suggested as she wrapped herself in the material and pinned it at the shoulder with an emerald clasp of some sort.
She nodded, so he went ahead quickly. "I'm going to ask you a few questions. I need your answers to be brief and exact. All right?"
She smiled. "That's fine, Setne Inhetep—Setne, I mean. I like your name."
"Where do you come from; what land is your home?"
"Hvrkanian pirates took me from
Inhetep started, spinning to face the speaker. He saw a girl with milk-white skin and coppery-gold hair, which flowed nearly to her waist. Those tresses were her only garments, although she was adorned with armlets and other jewelry of gold and jewels. She stood unashamed before his gaze, looking back at him with orange eyes. For once Setne Inhetep was so disconcerted as to be nearly speechless. "What are you doing here—and where are we?" the ur-kheri-heb finally managed to blurt out.
"And well might I ask the same of you, although I do know the second answer. I'll give you that if you tell me who you are."
"Magister Setne Inhetep of the Utchatu."
She smiled. "I am Xonaapi. It is a pleasure to meet a man able to drop through solid stone, especially here."
Inhetep looked away, for her beautiful face and body were distracting him. "Where is the 'here' you speak of—other than beneath Ram-f-amsu's quarters, that is?"
"You are correct. We are in a dungeon beneath that . . . that swine's apartments." The full lips moved to a frown, and she made her last words sound like a curse. "I hate that man, and when I get free of this place, I'll make him pay."
"Ram-f-amsu is beyond your vengeance," the magister told her matter-of-factly. "He was assassinated two days ago."
"Oh ... I didn't know," Xonaapi said slowly, and her frown turned to a very seductive-looking pout. "That's too bad, for I had hoped to kill him myself. Do you know the way out of here?"
He shook his head. "I had hoped you might. So! That means you and I must search for the exit from this place, but at least Ram-f-amsu was thoughtful in providing witchlights in this subterranean den." Inhetep paused, looking around to try and orient himself, but wasn't sure just which way was which. In the process, his eyes fell again upon the naked girl. "Let's get going, for who can say what the fire above will do to this place!"
Xonaapi smiled and took the magister's arm. "You are very forceful, Magister Setne Inhetep. I'm sure you will be able to find the way."
"Ah, pardon me, Xonaapi, but do you have anything to . . . er . . . put on?"
"I am wearing all of my jewelry."
"I was referring to clothing."
"Of course! How silly of me," the girl said as she gave his arm a hug. "Ram-f-amsu took it all away, but I could wear a bed sheet."
Inhetep didn't exactly mind the pressure of her full breasts, but it was truly beginning to distract him, and he felt that they had to get out of the underground place soon. He pulled his arm gently from Xonaapi's grasp. "Let's go to your bedroom, then," he agreed.
"Here," she said as they rounded a nearby turn in the maze of passageways beneath the palace, and she opened a door onto a large and lavishly furnished chamber. "Isn't it beautiful? I'd love to have such a bedroom somewhere else. One with big windows and a balcony overlooking a private garden. You don't have a dungeon like this do you, Magister Setne Inhetep?"
Without thinking he said, "Setne will do fine, my dear. And I wouldn't dream of it—having a dungeon, that is," he muttered hastily. "Fashion a toga or something from one of your sheets while I check for means of escape. There's warm air circulating down here."
Xonaapi held in one hand the silken spread she had pulled from the luxurious bed in the chamber, pointing with the other. "Over there, near the floor, I thought of that, but it is only a little ventilator shaft."
"Let's take a few moments to consider the problem, Xonaapi," the priest-wizard suggested as she wrapped herself in the material and pinned it at the shoulder with an emerald clasp of some sort.
She nodded, so he went ahead quickly. "I'm going to ask you a few questions. I need your answers to be brief and exact. All right?"
She smiled. "That's fine, Setne Inhetep—Setne, I mean. I like your name."
"Where do you come from; what land is your home?"
"Hvrkanian pirates took me from
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