The Mage's Grave: Mages of Martir Book #1 (10 page)

So Durima and Gujak moved toward the Arcanium bent double over and doing their best to remain quiet. Thankfully, they did not run into any mages on their way to the graveyard, although they did come across a couple of students behind the Arcanium who were doing things to each other that Durima had heard humans did to each other but which she had never actually seen before. Thankfully, the two students were too enamored with each other to notice Durima or Gujak, and based on the noises they were making, they were unlikely to be much of a threat to their mission for quite a while.

Besides that, the rest of the trip to the graveyard went smoothly, and in a few minutes, Durima and Gujak stood before the waist-high wall and gate that separated the graveyard from the rest of the school grounds. Dozens of large tombstones stood there, many of which were so old that the text carved into them had faded away completely, which made Durima wonder if she and Gujak would be able to identify Kotogs' grave at all.

“We're here,” said Gujak, who was talking in a whisper, probably because he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention to themselves (despite the fact that they were alone). “Look at this. They have giant ice Walls and an automaton, plus a crazy mortal wearing a fox mask, to defend their school, but they only have a waist-high stone wall to protect the remains of their dead. They must not value their deceased very highly.”

Durima stroked her chin. She did not sense any magical traps; in fact, in comparison to the other high magical levels that seemed to permeate the entire school, the graveyard felt quite ordinary. It was almost as if the mages had cut out a normal mortal graveyard from some town without any magic and plopped it right into their school without bothering to make it magical.

But it didn't make any sense to Durima. Why would these mages, who were clearly obsessed with making their school as ridiculously difficult to get into as possible, leave their graveyard undefended?

Gujak was reaching for the gate, which appeared to have nothing more than a simple metal lock to keep intruders out, but Durima did not have a good feeling about this graveyard at all. She grabbed his arm, causing Gujak to look at her in surprise.

“What's up?” said Gujak. “I was going to open the gate. Do you want us to get seen and captured by the mages again? You remember Master's note.”

“Precisely because I remember Master's note that I know that opening this gate now would be a very bad and very dumb idea,” said Durima. “Or has the potential to be. I don't sense any magical defenses protecting it, but that doesn't mean we're going to waltz in on an obvious trap.”

“What if it's not a trap?” said Gujak. “Durima, you can be kind of paranoid sometimes, you know? Sometimes, things in life are just easy.”

“Things in life are never easy,” said Durima. “Especially things in life created by mages from one of the most prestigious schools in the entire mortal world. Let me search the area with my geomancy before we so much as touch anything.”

Gujak sighed heavily. “Okay. Just be quick about it, all right?”

Durima nodded and crouched to the ground. She put her fists against the ground, which she thought was the most likely place for someone to place a nasty trap for anyone trying to get into the graveyard without the mages' permission.

Like she had done in the catacombs, Durima sent a burst of geomancy energy into the ground. At first, she sensed nothing except for rock and earth. Then it hit something thick and metal, something that clearly was not a natural part of the underground. She could not tell exactly what it was, but it was directly underneath the gate and it appeared likely to pop up out of the ground if Durima or Gujak tried to open the gate. She suspected that the ground under the gate was pressure sensitive and that if they walked on the ground beneath the gate, the trap would activate and do who-knows-what to them.

That by itself would have been enough to prove Durima's fears correct, but then she sensed something else, too. About a dozen long, thick metal columns or spears (it was hard to tell the shape and purpose of underground objects, even when she used her geomancy) were hidden within the walls of the graveyard itself. Springs were hidden under the columns/spears. Which meant that if she and Gujak tried to climb over the walls instead of the gate, they would be skewered like pigs.

And none of these traps are magical in the slightest,
Durima thought.
Makes sense. No doubt most magical intruders wouldn't have even thought to check for non-magical traps and defenses when they failed to sense any magical ones. Clever little bastards.

She did not sense anything else, so she stood up and said, “The gate is booby-trapped. So are the walls.”

“What?” said Gujak. “But I didn't sense any magic.”

“They're non-magical,” said Durima. “Like Guardian. The mages are willing to use just about anything to keep their stuff safe, including non-magical traps and machines.”

“Definitely,” said Gujak. “So what do we do? Use our magic to destroy these traps?”

“Of course not,” said Durima. “I have a feeling that they are rigged to alert the mages if someone tries to destroy them. Remember, right now the mages don't even know we've escaped and hopefully will not know for a while. If we're going to complete this mission without anymore unnecessary problems, then that means we need to figure out how to get into the graveyard without announcing our presence to everyone in the school.”

Gujak's shoulders slumped. “Oh, come
on
.”

“Stop whining and start thinking,” said Durima. “Or do you want to be the one to explain to Master that the only reason we couldn't complete the mission was because we couldn't climb over a waist-high wall?”

“Good point,” said Gujak. He then straightened up and smiled. “Wait a minute. I've got an idea about how we can get over that gate without tripping the alarms.”

Durima groaned inwardly. Gujak's 'ideas' were often not very well thought out or even particularly clever, such as the time that he had tried to distract a raging herd of baba raga by throwing a stick at them. Nonetheless, every time they found themselves in a situation like this, Gujak was always ready to volunteer his ideas even if they were not wanted. As a matter of fact, Durima thought that sometimes Gujak volunteered his ideas precisely
because
they were unwanted, although she didn't think he was that stupid.

Then again, Nimiko always used to tell me not to underestimate the sheer stupidity of others,
Durima thought.
That is rather interesting, coming from a god who's not known for his intelligence or cleverness, but I digress.

She would have told Gujak off, but he looked so eager and confident that she decided it wouldn't hurt to let him at least share his idea. Besides, Durima had always found a perverse pleasure in shooting down dumb ideas, so she figured she would get something out of this no matter if the idea turned out to be smart or dumb.

“All right,” said Durima. “Shoot.”

“Okay,” said Gujak, putting his hands together excitedly. “But you know what? I think it would be better if I showed you what I plan to do. It's too complicated to explain and would waste too much time.”

“What if it's a dumb idea?” said Durima.

“It's not,” Gujak insisted. “I mean, when have I ever come up with a dumb idea?”

Durima gave him a hard look. “The Valley of Death.”

Gujak scratched the back of his head. “Well, how was I supposed to know that the volcano there was still active? It
looked
dormant, didn't it?”

Durima sighed. “Okay. Fine. If it fails and we get captured
again
, I am going to ask Master if I can personally punish you.”

“There will be no need to do that,” said Gujak as he walked up to the front gate. “Stand back and watch the magic. If this plan works, it will be amazing.”

Durima did indeed retreat, but not too far back because she wanted to be close enough to take advantage of Gujak's plan if it worked. She kept looking over her shoulder at the Arcanium, wondering when she would hear the mages discover that she and Gujak had escaped and what they would do about that.

As for Gujak, he stopped several feet from the gate; close enough to jump over it if he wanted, but not close enough to step on the pressure switch that would activate the trap. He then crouched down to the ground and began digging a hole in the dirt with his fingers.

“What are you doing?” said Durima. “Playing in the dirt? Is that your grand plan to get us into the graveyard without anyone noticing?”

“I'm not playing in the dirt,” said Gujak, without looking over his shoulder at her. “This is all part of the plan. Just be patient. It will make sense very soon, I promise.”

Durima was about to ask what he meant by 'very soon' when Gujak plucked off a twig from the side of his head. He dropped the twig into the hole and then covered it with dirt. After giving it one final pat, he stepped back several feet from the dirt and folded his arms behind his back. He stared at the spot that he had re-buried, looking at the patted down dirt as if he expected to learn the secrets of the gods just by staring at it.

“What are you doing now?” said Durima. “Is that your plan? Dig a hole, bury one of your twigs in it, and then stare at it for the gods-know-how-long? I know your ideas aren't exactly always the most brilliant, but this has to be the worst.”

“Don't be so quick to judge,” Gujak said. “Wait just another minute. It shouldn't be very long now.”

“What shouldn't be very long now?” said Durima. “Gujak, you remember that I can't read your mind, right? I've never been very good at telemancy.”

“I know,” said Gujak. “But you don't need to read my mind because my plan is about to become very obvious to anyone with working eyes.”

“That's still too vague for my tastes,” said Durima. “Let's try one of
my
ideas inste—”

She was cut off by a rumbling in the earth, which came from the spot that Gujak had buried his twig. At first, it sounded like a volcano was about to erupt, but Durima dismissed that idea right off the bat. There weren't any volcanoes in the Great Berg, not even dormant ones, and if there were any, Durima doubted they would be underneath the school's graveyard.

Yet that didn't explain what was causing that rumbling sound … at least, that didn't explain what was causing that rumbling sound until a tree popped out of the spot Gujak had dug up. It started off as a single, dirt-covered twig before rapidly growing until, in less than fifteen seconds, a full-grown tree—which towered over both Durima and Gujak—stood before them. And before Durima's startled eyes, the tree began bending over until it was leaning over the gate.

Durima could not help but stare at the tree, while Gujak walked over to it with a big smile on his face.

There's no way that can be an actual, life-sized tree,
Durima thought.
It must be an illusion. It doesn't make any sense.

“Like it?” said Gujak, turning around to look at Durima, the smile on his face growing wider. He gestured at the tree proudly. “If you're confused, all I did was pluck a twig off my body and force it to grow rapidly with a simple growth spell. I could have made it bigger, but I didn't want to attract unwanted attention from the mages, so I kept it as small as I could while making it big enough for both of us to climb.”

Durima closed her mouth and shook her head. She stomped up to Gujak and said, “Do you even understand what you did? All it takes is for one—just one—mage to look out the window of the Arcanium or to come visit a deceased one at the graveyard and they'll alert every single mage in the school about the tree that isn't even supposed to be there. Did you even think about your actions or did you just go with the first idea that popped into your wooden brain?”

Gujak cringed under her criticism, but he seemed to have some backbone after all because he said, “I didn't mean to mess everything up. And anyway, it's too late to get rid of it now. I can't just magically make it go away. Either we use it to get into the graveyard now, when the mages don't know about it yet, or we let the mages discover it and discover us. Which choice sounds better to you?”

Durima let out a low growl. “The first.”

“Then I don't see what you're so upset about,” said Gujak as he began climbing the tree. “We'll find Braim Kotogs's grave and be out of the graveyard in less than ten minutes, I bet.”

Durima waited until Gujak had reached the end of the topmost branches and jumped off. He landed on the ground on the other side of the gate, dusting his legs off as he turned to face Durima.

“Come on,” he said, gesturing at her to follow. “We don't have all day. There's no time to lose, especially not when Master is expecting us back as soon as possible.”

Durima shook her head and grumbled about the stupidity of Gujak's plans, but she nonetheless began climbing the tree anyway. She dug her thick claws into the base of the tree and in a few seconds reached the middle of the tree.

The leaves were itchy against her skin, although the itchiness was lessened by her fur. The uppermost branches did not seem as thick or strong as the lower ones; indeed, when Durima tried to put most of her weight on them, the branches shook a little bit more than she liked.

But Durima figured she could get on them and jump off very quickly if she had to. So she climbed onto the upper branches, steadying herself to keep herself from falling onto the gate below, and then stood up as much as she could. The branches swayed under her weight, but as they did not sway very much, she figured that she was going to be okay.

And then, without warning, the branches snapped under her feet. Taken by surprise, Durima fell straight down. She fell for only a brief period before landing on her back on the graveyard's gate with a loud
crunch,
the fall sending a burst of pain through her back that made her want to scream. The gate crumpled underneath her weight like paper, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt to fall on it like that.

Before she could stand up, however, she heard something moving underneath her, something large, and the next moment the earth exploded around her. Clods of dirt flew through the air, forcing her to cover her face with her hands to avoid getting the dirt in her eyes. The screeching hinges of something metal burst in her ears, followed by the sound of two metal things slamming together and locking in unison. Gujak was shouting in surprise.