Avner joined Tavis and Basil on their outcropping, then the trio ascended to the notch above Runolf's couloir. They stopped just below the summit, lying on their bellies and being careful to keep their heads down.
As they peered through the gap, Basil exclaimed, "By the rock beneath my belly! That must be the entire ogre nation!"
The verbeeg was looking across the valley at the long file of ogres climbing the glacier north of Needle Peak.
"I don't know that it's the entire nation," Tavis replied. "No one knows how many ogres live in the Ice Spires. But there are certainly more than a thousand over there."
"A thousand or a hundred thousand, it's the same to us," Avner said. "How will we ever rescue Brianna from all those ogres?"
"We'll steal her," Tavis replied. "You seem to be pretty good at that."
"The best." If Avner noticed the irony in Tavis's voice, he showed no sign. The youth pointed down the couloir at the disembodied head of Tavis's former mentor, now encased by a dome of golden light. "But I've never had to sneak past a head before. What is he, some kind of spirit guardian?"
"Yes, and there will be no sneaking past him," Basil said. The verbeeg's hand dropped to his satchel, then added, "Fortunately, I have a rune that will repay him in kind for what he did to us. An avalanche won't destroy him, but it should bury him deep enough for us to pass without trouble."
Tavis shook his head. "I'd rather capture him."
"Capture him?" Avner hissed. "We'll be doing good just to get by him alive. Basil's plan sounds good to me."
"No," Tavis insisted. "He knows too much about Brianna's abduction. I want to interrogate him."
"You're mad!" Avner said.
"Whether that's so or not, I'm the leader of this rescue party." Tavis turned to Basil, then asked, "Can you force him to answer my questions?"
The verbeeg sighed. "I do have a rune that will grant me control over undead spirits, but I must paint it on his forehead."
"On his forehead?"
"It's not as difficult as it sounds," Basil informed him. "The shaman assigned your friend's spirit to watch this pass. When he can no longer see to do that, he can't draw on the shaman's magic."
"Are you saying we have to blind him?" Tavis asked.
"That's what I was thinking of, yes," Basil replied.
"If I could get that close, I wouldn't need you!"
"Runes are not spells," the verbeeg explained. "You can't hurl them about like spears."
Tavis considered the problem for a moment, then asked, "Is there any chance my arrow would actually destroy him?"
"Not unless a cleric had blessed it," Basil answered.
"Then I may know a way to blind him." Tavis said, nocking ah arrow. "Wish me luck."
He crawled up into the rocky notch and took aim. The globe around Runolf's head began to spin, forming a Whirlpool of golden light. Tavis exhaled in a steady breath, releasing the bowstring at the moment his lungs had completely emptied themselves.
The arrow flew straight for one of Runolf's eyes, then passed into the spinning light. For a moment, the scout thought the shaft would find its mark, but the wood stuck to the whirling glow as though snatched from the air. The arrow swung around the back of the disembodied head like a stone in a sling, and Tavis knew what would happen next.
He yelled, "Get down!"
Tavis pushed Avner's head down and dropped over the notch. He began to slide, the rocky scarp painfully gouging his flank as his own arrow sizzled past a mere hand's breadth above his head. He braced his feet on the slope and halted his descent, then looked back to see his arrow arcing down toward the small plateau.
"So much for that idea," said Avner. "How about giving Basil's plan a try?"
"Even if I didn't want to interrogate him, what makes you think an avalanche would work?" Tavis countered. "Judging by what we've seen of Runolf's defenses, I don't think the shaman overlooked an obvious trick like that."
The scout scrambled back up the cliff and peered over the top of the notch. Runolf remained atop the stone spire, a yellow halo enveloping his head and golden flames crackling in his eyes.
"Avner?" Tavis asked. "What would you do if you had to steal a key from the pocket of a big sentry-back when it was necessary for you to do such things?"
The youth considered the problem for a moment, then said, "If there was no way to knock him unconscious, I'd sneak up as close as I could, then have someone else distract him while I picked his pocket."
"That won't work here," Basil said. "You cannot sneak up on spirit guardians, and they have no pockets to pick."
"No, but we can distract him," Tavis said. "Maybe we can get close enough to grab him."
"And then what?" Avner demanded. "Grabbing a wildcat's tail will get you clawed faster than anything else."
"Not if you do it right," Tavis said. He turned to Basil and asked, "Are you sure you can cause that rockslide?"
The verbeeg rolled his eyes at the foolish question. "Would you like me to prepare the rune?"
