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in the shackles。 Helpless。 Not being able to move his arms made it worse。 Cold sweat covered his face。 He started gasping in panic； feeling as if the rock were moving； pressing harder。 Hopeless； he wanted someone to help him。 There was no one who could。
With a grunt of desperate effort； he moved ahead a few inches。 That only made it worse； tighter。 He heard himself crying in hysteria。 Gasping for air。 Felt the rock crushing him。
Master Rahl guide us。 Master Rahl teach us。 Master Rahl protect us。 In your light we thrive。 In your mercy we are sheltered。 In your wisdom we are humbled。 We live only to serve。 Our lives are yours。
He chanted the devotion over and over； focusing his mind on it； until his breathing slowed； until he was calm once more。 He was still stuck； but at least his mind was working again。
Something touched his leg。 His eyes went wide。
It was a tentative； timid touch。 Richard kicked his leg。 At least he kicked it as best he could in the confines of the hole。 It was more of a jerk。 The touch left。
It came back。 Richard froze。 This time； it went up inside his pant leg。 Cold； wet； slimy。 Slithering； the hard…tipped thing worked up his leg； caressing his skin； to the inside of his thigh。 Richard kicked and jerked his leg again。 This time； it didn't leave。 The tip moved in probing touches。 Something along the length of it pinched his skin。 Panic threatened to take him again； but he fought it back。
Now he had no choice。 Richard expelled the air from his lungs； having had the thought before； but having been afraid to try it。 When his lungs were empty； and he was as small as he could make himself； he pushed with his toes； pulled with his fingers； and wriggled with his body。 He moved ahead about a foot。
It was tighter yet。 He couldn't inhale。 It hurt。 He fought to keep the panic down。 His fingers felt something。 An edge of the opening； maybe。 Maybe the opening to the hole he was in。 He squeezed even more air out of his lungs。 The thing gripped his leg painfully； urgently。 He heard an angry； clicking growl。 He pulled with his fingers； seizing the edge； and pushed with his toes。 He moved ahead。 His elbows were up to the edge。 Something sharp along the length of the thing on his leg； sharp like little cat's claws； sank into his flesh。 Richard couldn't cry out。 He squeezed ahead。 Fire burned into the flesh of his leg。
The torch； cane reeds； and his sword fell away。 Clattering； the sword slid down the rock。 Using his elbows for leverage； he squeezed the upper half of his body through the opening； gasping for air in deep draughts。 The hooks pulled his leg。 Richard wriggled the rest of the way out of the hole； sliding； falling headfirst down steep； smooth rock。
The torch burned on the curving bottom of the egg…shaped chamber。 His sword was just beyond it。 As he slid headfirst； his hands out in front； he stretched for his sword。 The hooked claws in the flesh of his leg brought him up short； holding him upside down。 Richard screamed out in pain； the sound echoing around the chamber。 He couldn't reach the sword。
Painfully； slowly； he was dragged back up by claws in his leg。 They tore the flesh。 He screamed again。 Another appendage slipped up the other pant leg； feeling his calf muscle with its hard tip。 ；；
Richard pulled his knife and twisted himself in half to reach the thing that held him。 Over and over he drove the blade into it。 From deep in the hole came a high…pitched squeal。 The claws retracted。 Richard fell； sliding along the rock； ing to a stop next to the torch。 Grasping the scabbard in one hand； he drew the sword as snakelike appendages came out of the hole； wriggling about in the air； searching。 They probed their way down the rock toward him。 Richard swung the sword； lopping off several of the arms。 With a howl； they all whipped back into the hole。 There was a low growl from the depths of the blackness。
In the flickering light of the torch that lay on the stone floor； he could see a bulk squeezing out of the opening； expanding as it exited。 He couldn't reach it with the sword； but he knew he didn't want to let it into the chamber with him。
An arm whipped around his waist； lifting him。 He let it。 An eye peered down； glistening in the torchlight。 He saw wet teeth。 As the arm pulled him toward the teeth； he drove the sword through the eye。 There was a howl； and the arm released him。 He slid to the bottom once more。 The whole creature pulled back into the hole； and the arms whipped about； yanking in after it。 The howls faded back into the distant darkness； and were gone。
Richard sat on the floor； shaking； running his fingers through his hair。 At last his breathing slowed and his fear settled。 He felt his leg。 Blood soaked his。 pants。 He decided there was nothing he could do about it right now； he had to get the egg first。 Dim light came from across the chamber。 Following the large tunnel on the other side； he came at last to the opening of the cave。
Faint light of dawn and the chirping of birds greeted him。 Below； he could see dozens of gars prowling about。 Richard settled behind a rock to rest。 He could see the egg below； with steam rising around it。 He could also see that the egg was far too big to carry back through the cave。 Besides； he didn't ever want to go into a cave again。 What was he going to do if he couldn't carry it back through the cave？ It would be light soon。 He had to think of an answer。
Something bit his leg。 He smacked it。 It was a blood fly。
He groaned to himself。 Now the gars would find him。 They were being drawn by the blood。 He had to think of something。
A second fly bit him； and he had a thought。 Quickly； he took the knife and cut off strips of the wet； blood…soaked pant leg。 He used them to wipe the blood off his leg； then tied a rock on the end of each。
Richard put the Bird Man's whistle between his lips and blew hard as he could。 He blew over and over。 Picking up a strip of cloth tied to a rock； he swung it in a circle over his head； letting go； letting it sail out and down。 Among the gars。 He threw the blood…soaked strips farther and farther to his right； into the trees。 He couldn't hear them； but he knew the blood flies were roused。 That much fresh blood would have them in a feeding frenzy。
Birds； hungry birds； a few at first； then hundreds； then thousands； swooped and dived down on Fire Spring； eating flies as they went。 There was mass confusion。 Gars howled as the birds swooped up and pecked flies off their bellies； or snatched them from the air。 Gars were running everywhere； some took to the air。 For every bird a gar caught out of the air； a hundred took its place。
Richard ran down the hill in a crouch； from rock to rock。 There was no worry of being heard； the birds were making far too much noise for that。 The gars were frantic； swinging at the birds； chasing them； howling and screaming。 The air was thick with feathers。 If only the Bird Man could see this； he thought； smiling。
Richard broke from the rock and ran toward the egg。 In the chaos； gars began falling on one another； ripping and tearing。 One saw him。 He ran it through with the sword。 The next he only cut off at the knees。 It fell to 。 the ground howling。 Another came and he took off a wing； and yet another； both arms。 He deliberately didn't kill them； but let them flap around on the ground； howling and screaming； to add to the mayhem。 In the disorder； gars that saw him didn't even attack。 But he did。
He killed two by the egg。 With his forearms； he lifted the egg from its resting place。 It was hot； but not hot enough to burn。 The egg was heavier than he expected； and it took both arms to carry it。 Wasting no time； he ran to the left； toward the gully between the hills。 Birds flew in every direction； some crashing into him。 It was chaos。 Two gars came for him。 He set down the egg； killed the first； and took the legs off the second。 He ran with the egg as fast as he could without risking a fall。 Another gar came。 He missed with the first swing； but ran it through when it leapt for him。
Breathing hard with the effort； Richard ran between the hills。 His arms were painfully weary from the weight of the egg。 Gars landed about him； their green eyes enraged。 He set down the egg and swung at the first gar to e； taking off part of a wing and its head。 With howls； the others rushed him。
Trees and rocks all about lit with bright light as flame incinerated several of the beasts。 Richard looked up and saw Scarlet hovering over his head； beating her giant wings and raking everything around him with flame。 She reached down with one claw； snatched up the egg； reached down with the other； gripped his middle； and lifted him away。 They took to the air as two gars came for him。 One he caught with the sword； the other burst into flame and fell away。
Scarlet roared in anger at the gars as she lifted into the sky with Richard hanging from her claw。 He decided that this wasn't his favorite way to fly； but it was still better than being back with the gars。 Another gar came up from underneath； reaching for the egg。 Richard whacked off a wing。 It spun； howling； toward the ground。 No more