Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

found himself high in the canopy, dangling several hundred feet up in the air. His brother glared back at him from the net where he was wrapped like a mummy and trapped within the silken, crystalline net. Around them the other hunters had met the same fate.
    Vikirnoff didn’t dare look at Gregori. “Get us down,―
    he bit out.
    Gregori sighed. “If I move, Vikirnoff, I may step into one of the numerous traps laid out. I have to study the situation first.
    It will do no good for me to wind up the same way.―
    â€œSpiders could never do this,― Lojos said. “Magic is at work here.―
    â€œYou think?― Nicolae was sarcastic. “We are being made fools of.―
    â€œOr perhaps you are simply being fools,― Gregori offered.
    Vikirnoff snarled at him. “Say what you like, Gregori, but if they have nothing to hide, they would not have gone to such lengths to hide from us.―

    As he spoke the branches overhead stirred, flakes raining down as spiders scurried along the intricate webbing. One began to lower itself toward Vikirnoff, drawn by his voice.
    Gregori, placing his feet carefully in the obvious minefield of snares, moved closer, should his aid become necessary.
    The spider stopped level with Vikirnoff’s eyes. They stared at each other for a long moment. Vikirnoff could see the fangs dripping with venom. The spider began to weave another web, this time forming words as if programmed. It took some time for the spider to connect the silken lines.
    Fear not. I have arranged for safe passage through spider territory .
    Vikirnoff felt his gut tighten. Safe passage. As if they were children unable to make it through the ice spiders’ realm on their own. The blow to their pride was deliberate. A slap in the face.
    Vikirnoff was tempted to roast the entire colony by calling down the lightning.
    â€œI wouldn’t do that,― Gregori said. “If Ivory or Razvan used magic and befriended these spiders, chances are they left protection behind for them. They traded something for your safe passage.―
    â€œWe didn’t ask for their help,― Vikirnoff snarled, his teeth snapping together.

    Above their heads the trees came alive as thousands of spiders shifted and moved. Vikirnoff wished he’d never set out on the journey in the first place but he wasn’t about to tell Gregori that. Forcing back his anger, he inclined his head to accept whatever agreement Ivory and Razvan had made.
    â€œHopefully you are right about them and they haven’t traded their safe passage by giving us to the spiders for their winter food.―
    â€œI would not allow that to happen.―
    That was almost as hard to swallow as the couple arranging safe passage. Vikirnoff swore silently. They had no choice now.
    They had to continue forward, and he knew the healer wore that particularly annoying smirk.
    They were lowered back to the ground almost at a snail’s pace, making Vikirnoff want to scream in frustration. Another delaying tactic. And then each was rolled out, one by one, so the silken strands binding them could be preserved, another absolutely humiliating torture for experienced hunters. And if Gregori mentioned spankings again, he’d kill the man and damn the consequences. While the hunters were being rolled out like sausages, an opening was prepared through the webs so when all seven hunters were once again standing beside Gregori, there was a way through the thick forest.

    Uneasy now, the group continued to follow Vikirnoff as he set out to track Ivory and Razvan through the dark interior and back out the other side. They found themselves in the worst possible place and the spiders worked quickly to close the passage behind them.
    The Valley of Mists lay between two tall mountain peaks, rising abruptly at near vertical angles. The gorge was narrow and treacherous, nearly always entrenched with thick, icy mist, the particles small enough to nearly freeze lungs when inhaled. No one, not even Carpathians, could see through the heavy veil of mist that hung like clouds. Snow and ice often calved off the angular cliffs, and avalanches were frequent in the area.
    The wind often came in off the highest peaks on a spiraling down-draft to howl through the canyon at breakneck speeds, carrying voices, wreaking havoc with auditory senses. Few animals could live in the valley; snow leopards