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.Only himself.And certainly he could blame himself for leaping off the platform and leaving Greenwillow, a boon companion, if an enigmatic one.The feeling of dread turned to bitter sorrow when he thought of her.Surely abandoning her was the worst mistake he'd ever made.He'd die unhappy knowing.He rapped his skull with the heel of his hand.Flogging himself wouldn't help.Better not to think at all.Stumbling to his feet, the barbarian forced himself to walk, not run, and to try to think his way out of this dilemma.If only he had a landmark to work from, he might.As if the maze had read his thoughts, a stretch of rippled wall turned dark and craggy.The giant earthworms had cut through something jagged and splintered like a midden of broken brown glass.While some frightened childlike portion of himself wanted to run screaming, his native curiosity made him pause.Perhaps it would provide a clue, point the way out.He studied the lumps overhead and underfoot and at either hand.They were bones, so old and buried so long they'd taken the color of the earth.Thick, many of them, with knobby joints like those of a lion or bear.A flattened claw was long and hooked like an eagle's talon.And on one wall was a huge brown beak, much bigger than any eagle's could be, larger than Sunbright's head.Bears with beaks?Something stirred in his memory.Hadn't someone somewhere once routed a valley of—what were they called?—owlbears? These people had slaughtered hundreds of them to gain the valley, which held gold or copper or other riches.A few of the creatures had survived, but not many, left to wander the deeper forests, seeking prey and never dying.Idly he felt the walls.How had owlbear carcasses come to be here? Was this the bottom of a huge kettle, a natural cavity in the forest gouged by a glacier? If he chopped at the ceiling, would he see daylight? Or must he hack through thousands of bones only to find more dirt? If he could find freedom, could he win back Greenwillow? But with her name came the crushing doubt again and heartbreaking sorrow.What was wrong with him?Under his fingers, something tingled.Snatching back his hand, he found frost crusting his fingernails.What.?With a splintering, clattering roar, an owlbear broke free of the wall.Rearing higher than Sunbright, the monster raised long claws like brown glass and slashed at the barbarian.A fearsome beak, like obsidian, clacked and clashed for his face.Yet it wasn't a proper owlbear.The skull was only partly clad in dusty fur.Its coat sported huge rents through which could be seen brittle brown bones.The gaping eye sockets glared empty, and its breath was as musty as an old grave.Undead.Superstitions overwhelming him, Sunbright's head swam.Lying uneasy, the bones steeped in ghosts had needed only a living touch to come alive and wreak vengeance.The fiend had sucked life-force from his hand, and now it would destroy him and gain company, the living joining the dead.All these thoughts occurred in seconds; then Sunbright swung.Panic gave him strength, and Harvester chopped deep into the owlbear's side below the powerful forelegs.But he might as well have used a stick to beat a rug.A puff of stone dust rushed around his hands, choked and gagged him.Backing, clutching his sword as if it were a lifeline, he tried again.Two-handed, he swung high and chopped low, putting all the might of his shoulders into the blow.He aimed for the lower leg, hoping to cut deep and knock the underpinning from the monster.The sword chuffed into fur, then bone, but failed to bite, for the bone was ancient and as hard as iron-wood.Skipping, the barbarian danced aside, sawed the great parrot-beak arc over the creature's tough limb, and twisted to hook Harvester's crook behind its knee.With a gasp, he yanked on the sword hard enough to rip an oak tree up by the roots.The hook simply skidded off.Flailing, Sunbright staggered and crashed on his back.Glassy bones and beaks and claws clattered at his elbow.The undead owlbear swung like a juggernaut and slashed the air above him.Dread returned in a wave.He'd die here, he was sure of it.Sunbright fought an overpowering urge to throw away his sword and run or crawl off into the tunnel, gibbering in fear.No one would know his cowardice, came the whispers.Yet, clambering to his feet, he couldn't even run.The undead beast had felt nothing of his blows, had never even paused.A maggot-eaten paw swung claws like a fistful of knives.Sunbright dodged and hurled his sword blade at the thing's head.The blade thunked in dry fur, sheared to a dry skull.Did nothing.Then the fiend's claws scored.Like a giant's pitchfork, the razor talons ripped down Sunbright's arm, ripping meat and arteries and shredding them from his bone.Red blood spurted on bone-thick walls as the barbarian stumbled.The owlbear's other paw sliced up under his stunned, hopeless defense and raked his side.Sunbright backed away, tripping over his heels, looking frantically for escape, a chance to run for his life.But his spine slammed the rounded wall as the owlbear's paws trapped him on either side.Its claws raked down fragments of comrades that clittered to the dirt around Sunbright's feet.Gasping, growling like a bear himself, Sunbright managed to jerk his sword up and shove it into the beast's body.He felt only tough skin part; then the blade waggled in emptiness.Desperate to escape, he bashed his forehead against the brute's beak.It might have driven back a live owl or even a bear.It did nothing to the dead owlbear.Claws from both sides rasped into his sides, splitting skin, shedding blood, seeking his vitals.He felt guts tear deep inside.He'd never survive now.He was dead but still standing upright.What should be his death song, and where would his body lie? Would he feed grass or worms, or simply rot into shreds of dusty bones like those around him?Too weak to even sag, Sunbright watched the awful dark glass beak snap.He saw only darkness inside.The beak swallowed his head whole.The last thing he felt were the points piercing his neck and his forehead.Pressure and pain crashed upon him like a falling tree.A grinding like an earthquake told him his skull was being crushed.Then nothing.Chapter 14Candlemas shivered as he hopped along, as clumsy as a crippled frog.For company, he cursed himself and Sysquemalyn and everyone else he could think of.Especially Lady Polaris, though she'd done nothing especial lately.He missed a step, slid, dropped his foot into a gap with ankle-wrenching agony, teetered, and flopped on his side.His bald head struck hard, so a clotted gash cracked anew.Cursing, almost weeping, he rubbed blood from the sore spot, then levered himself up.Immediately he slipped and fell again, smacking the same spot
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