that,” Cimorene said. The King’s Cave was the chamber where the first King of the Dragons had found Colin’s Stone, and the Historia Dracorum had not described it anywhere near well enough to suit Cimorene. “And here’s the light coming back, thank goodness. Let's hurry before it goes again.”
They went through three small caves and two more periods of blackness before they reached the King’s Cave. Kazul pointed out various locations of interest, such as the wall of crystal with a chip in one comer where the Prince of the Ruby Throne had stolen a piece to make a magic ring and the jewel-studded cavern where the King of the Dragons met with people who needed impressing. There was one very eerie cave full of slabs of black rock. Most were standing on end, though a few had fallen over. Kazul said they were all enchanted princes.
“All of them?” Cimorene asked, appalled. There were at least forty of the stone slabs, and the cave was quite crowded.
Kazul shook her head. “No, the one on the end there is just an ordinary boulder.”
“How did it happen?”
“The princes came to steal some of the Water of Healing from the well at the end of the cave,” Kazul said. “There are two dippers by the well: one is tin, the other is solid gold and covered with jewels. The princes all tried to use the gold one, even though they’d been told that only the tin dipper would work. It’s no more than they deserve.”
Cimorene frowned, thinking of some of the princes she had known. “Well, I won’t deny that they probably behaved foolishly, but—”
“Foolishly!” Kazul snorted. “Any reasonably well-educated prince ought to have sense enough to follow directions when he’s on a quest, but all of these fellows were sure they knew better. If they’d simply done what they were told, they wouldn’t be here.”
“Still, turning them into slabs of stone forever seems a little extreme.”
“Oh, they won’t be stone forever,” Kazul said. “Sooner or later someone will come along who has the sense not to improvise, and he’ll succeed in getting the water. Then he’ll use some of it to disenchant this lot, and the cave will be empty for a while until the next batch of young idiots starts arriving.”
Cimorene felt better knowing that the princes would someday be freed, though she had sense enough not to try doing it herself. Since she had not been sent on a quest for the Water of Healing, it was highly unlikely that she would be able to disenchant the princes even if she succeeded in taking the water. And she knew enough about quests and enchantments and the obtaining of things with magical properties to know that she would probably get into a lot of trouble if she tried. So she tucked the matter into the back of her mind and followed Kazul through the stone-filled cavern. She was careful not to step on any of the fallen slabs.
Just outside the entrance to the next cave, Kazul stopped. “This,” she said, “is the King’s Cave. We have to cross it as quickly as we can. Don’t stop in the middle, and don’t say anything while we’re inside. Understand? Good. Come on, then.”
As soon as she stepped inside the cave, Cimorene understood the reason for Kazul’s request for silence. The walls, the ceiling, and the floor were made of dark, shiny stone that multiplied and threw back echoes of even the smallest sound. The soft scraping of Kazul’s scales against the floor sounded like thirty men sawing wood, and the tiny gasp Cimorene gave at the sight and sound of the cave was as loud as if she had shouted. Cimorene went on as quietly and carefully as she could.
Halfway across, she noticed the vibration. It began as a gentle and not unpleasant buzzing in her bones, unrelated to the loud and continually multiplying echoes of her passage, though it, too, grew stronger the farther into the cave she went. Kazul was in front of her now, and she saw the dragon’s tail lash once, as if in pain or anger.
They went through three small caves and two more periods of blackness before they reached the King’s Cave. Kazul pointed out various locations of interest, such as the wall of crystal with a chip in one comer where the Prince of the Ruby Throne had stolen a piece to make a magic ring and the jewel-studded cavern where the King of the Dragons met with people who needed impressing. There was one very eerie cave full of slabs of black rock. Most were standing on end, though a few had fallen over. Kazul said they were all enchanted princes.
“All of them?” Cimorene asked, appalled. There were at least forty of the stone slabs, and the cave was quite crowded.
Kazul shook her head. “No, the one on the end there is just an ordinary boulder.”
“How did it happen?”
“The princes came to steal some of the Water of Healing from the well at the end of the cave,” Kazul said. “There are two dippers by the well: one is tin, the other is solid gold and covered with jewels. The princes all tried to use the gold one, even though they’d been told that only the tin dipper would work. It’s no more than they deserve.”
Cimorene frowned, thinking of some of the princes she had known. “Well, I won’t deny that they probably behaved foolishly, but—”
“Foolishly!” Kazul snorted. “Any reasonably well-educated prince ought to have sense enough to follow directions when he’s on a quest, but all of these fellows were sure they knew better. If they’d simply done what they were told, they wouldn’t be here.”
“Still, turning them into slabs of stone forever seems a little extreme.”
“Oh, they won’t be stone forever,” Kazul said. “Sooner or later someone will come along who has the sense not to improvise, and he’ll succeed in getting the water. Then he’ll use some of it to disenchant this lot, and the cave will be empty for a while until the next batch of young idiots starts arriving.”
Cimorene felt better knowing that the princes would someday be freed, though she had sense enough not to try doing it herself. Since she had not been sent on a quest for the Water of Healing, it was highly unlikely that she would be able to disenchant the princes even if she succeeded in taking the water. And she knew enough about quests and enchantments and the obtaining of things with magical properties to know that she would probably get into a lot of trouble if she tried. So she tucked the matter into the back of her mind and followed Kazul through the stone-filled cavern. She was careful not to step on any of the fallen slabs.
Just outside the entrance to the next cave, Kazul stopped. “This,” she said, “is the King’s Cave. We have to cross it as quickly as we can. Don’t stop in the middle, and don’t say anything while we’re inside. Understand? Good. Come on, then.”
As soon as she stepped inside the cave, Cimorene understood the reason for Kazul’s request for silence. The walls, the ceiling, and the floor were made of dark, shiny stone that multiplied and threw back echoes of even the smallest sound. The soft scraping of Kazul’s scales against the floor sounded like thirty men sawing wood, and the tiny gasp Cimorene gave at the sight and sound of the cave was as loud as if she had shouted. Cimorene went on as quietly and carefully as she could.
Halfway across, she noticed the vibration. It began as a gentle and not unpleasant buzzing in her bones, unrelated to the loud and continually multiplying echoes of her passage, though it, too, grew stronger the farther into the cave she went. Kazul was in front of her now, and she saw the dragon’s tail lash once, as if in pain or anger.
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