The door boomed with a great hollow sound. "That would be the creature just outside the door?" Zandria asked.

"Yes," said Thieron. "I am sorry, Zandria. We didn't have time to do anything but flee."

The mage absorbed the information with an expression of irritation, as if the priest had told her that a dress she liked had been ruined in the wash. "Understood. Everyone, get ready for a fight. The dragon's breath may be powerful enough to eat through the door." Then she turned to Jack and said in a cold voice, "Now what are you doing here? And who are these two?"

"Why, we were engaged in a routine exploration of the upper halls of Sarbreen," said Jack, "when we had the great misfortune of encountering the monster who now batters at our door. Deeming discretion the better part of valor, we chose to search for a more advantageous position to stand our ground. Unfortunately, we fled into the very dead end where your two companions stood guard. We advised them of the situation and took the liberty of using the passage you've found."

" 'Advised us of the situation'?" said Thieron. "You ran past screaming 'dragon'! Or those two did, anyway. I didn't see you until we came down the stair."

"Well, you were advised that there was a dragon in the vicinity, and that we had elected to execute a minor tactical withdrawal," Jack replied. He looked around at the great golden hoard that surrounded them, as if noticing it for the first time. "Dear me! Zandria, by any chance are we standing in the Guilder's Vault?"

"Why yes, Jack, so we are," the mage replied. "I don't doubt that you followed us here quite intentionally."

"Really? Why, I should hope that you were here on some other business altogether, dear Zandria. If you came to the vault without me, well, that would seem to imply that you had decided not to live up to our agreed-upon bargain of two-elevenths of the treasure." Jack allowed himself a smug smile. "Now who was going to steal from whom, I wonder?"

"Choose your words carefully," grated Brunn. He stepped forward. "There are five of us and only three of you, and we're better armed."

Anders met the swordsman's gaze levelly. "I guess we'll find out about that, now, won't we?"

"Silence!" Zandria's voice cracked like a whip. "We all share a much bigger problem. There is a dragon at the door, in case you've forgotten."

"Oh, don't mind me," hissed the dragon, its voice distant and muted through the door. "I am enjoying this tremendously. It's quite uncommon for my prospective meals to argue with each other in this fashion. I'd like to see how it turns out. Do continue."

"If there is anyone on the face of this world that I would rather not be caught in this predicament with," Zandria said, "I think it might be you, Jack Ravenwild. But I cannot change that now, so I suggest that we consider how we might cooperate to get out of this."

"Very well." Jack looked around. "First things first. There are eight of us now here. I suggest eight equal shares, should we survive, and Zandria, you and I as the leaders of our respective parties shall dice for the Orb of Kundugar."

"That's the Orb of Khundrukar, you idiot, and that is completely unacceptable," snapped Zandria.

"On what grounds do you reject my proposal?" Jack said with hurt in his voice. "It's actually quite fair. In fact-"

He was interrupted by a sudden blast outside, muted by the thick door and the dense stone. A faint whiff of something sulfurous tainted the air; the great silver door began to blacken and sizzle ominously.

Zandria snarled in anger, "Damn, I don't think that door will hold. Jack, you and your accomplices have two choices. You can stand and fight alongside us, or you can stand and die like sheep. There's no exit from this chamber, so you're out of places to run."

A small hole appeared in the door; a great black dragon snout rammed into it, buckling the portal and breaking free great, slagged slabs of the door. The dragon drew in its breath, preparing to fill the small room with its horrible corrosive vapors again.

"Wait!" called Jack. "Don't do that. This chamber is filled with treasure."

The dragon paused. It wriggled and shifted, so that it could peek through the holes widening in the melting door. "Why, so it is! And I might have ruined it all. Thank you for bringing that to my attention."

"Don't mention it," Jack muttered. "Umm, would you consider a modest bribe to leave us alone? Say, half the treasure in the room?"

Zandria and her companions muttered angrily, but they held their tongues. The dragon was silent for a few moments, evidently considering the offer. "If you strip and leave your weapons and gear in this chamber, I'll allow you to leave," it said. "All of the treasure, of course, would have to stay."

The humans and the dwarf exchanged glances. "I don't believe it for a moment," said Tharzon. "Dragons are notorious liars."

"Why, I would offer my sacred bond to any who threw themselves at my mercy!" the dragon replied. "I value my word very highly."

"We decline," said Zandria. She studied the chamber quickly; the door was at the bottom end of the southern arm. She gestured sharply and sent the surviving Falcons back to the west arm, then hissed at Jack. "You three to the east."

Jack, Anders, and Tharzon retreated to the east arm of the cross-shaped room. Jack wasn't a great tactician, but he appreciated the arrangement at once. The dragon wouldn't have anyone standing right in front of it when it forced the door. It would have to enter the room bodily and then turn to attack the Falcons on its left or the rogues on its right. One band or the other would have the opportunity to attack the creature from behind.

The dragon snarled in rage and threw itself against the ruined door. The ancient dwarf-made valve held for a moment and then failed utterly as the very stones it was anchored in were jarred from their place. Metal shrieked and groaned, stone cracked like thunderbolts, and then the creature was inside the room, a great dark serpent lunging forward with incredible speed and power. Its wings battered the walls, knocking treasure in every direction. It glanced once into the east alcove, its carious yellow eye gleaming, and then it hurled itself toward the west and the Red Falcons.

"Die, monster!" shrieked Zandria.

She worked a spell of lightning, blasting at the dragon with a brilliant blue bolt of energy. Thieron began chanting a priestly spell to summon strength and fortitude against the creature, while Brunn and Maressa leaped forward, blade and battle-axe flashing. The dragon drove them back with huge snaps of its fanged maw.

"Come on, Tharzon!" shouted Anders.

He leaped forward with his greatsword in hand, the dwarf only a step behind, war-axe high. The two struck at the gleaming dark flank of the dragon, barely marking the creature's scaly armor, and then the dragon twisted with a powerful motion and slammed its long, whiplike tail through the alcove, sending both Northman and dwarf flying as it pulverized them. Jack leaped over the lashing tail and conjured a ball of magical force, hurling it at the dragon's back. The detonation brought a roar of pain from the monster. It twitched its tail and upended Jack, too.

"This isn't going all too well," he mumbled as he picked himself up from the stone floor.

He looked up just in time to see both Anders and Tharzon knocked off their feet again by the dragon's tail, while across the room Zandria-now levitating in the air and blasting at the dragon with darts of brilliant magic-was suddenly swatted across the room by a wing the size of a small sail. She hit the stone wall hard and fell stunned to the ground on the east side of the chamber.

The dragon's lashing tail suddenly twisted away from the alcove, replaced by one dark wing. The half-elf Kale was dragged into view, caught in the coils of the deep dragon's body like a small animal trapped by a constrictor snake. The thief screamed shrilly, feebly stabbing at the dragon with a small dagger, and then something cracked loudly enough to be heard over the dragon's bellows and the shrill ringing swords. Blood started from Kale's mouth, and he dropped his dagger, his head vanishing beneath the dragon's coils.