by Лиза Смедман
"Get us under way," he shouted at the demon.
The uridezu snarled, then raised clawed hands above its head. As it swept its hands forward in the direction of the bow, the tattered skin sails above stopped luffing in the wind and belled out, straining at their lines. The ship began to move more rapidly in its circuit around the inside of the whirlpool. The demon continued to move its hands, plucking at the air with its claws, and with each motion the lines that controlled the sails either tightened or loosened, trimming the sails.
Experimentally, Pharaun moved the tiller to the left. A lurch sent him rocking backward as the ship turned in the opposite direction. He clung to the tiller as the bow swung around until it was pointing straight up at the cavern ceiling. Sails straining and boards creaking, the ship began climbing the inside wall of the whirlpool. After a few moments the bow came level with the surface of the lake and began climbing into the waterspout itself.
The ship teetered, then pitched violently forward. For a few terrible moments Pharaun fought to hang on to the tiller as the wall of water smashed into him, but then the ship was free of the waterspout and floating, level at last, on the surface of the lake. Shaking his head to free his face of the sodden hood of his piwafwi, Pharaun grinned at the demon, still fastened securely by its chain to the middle of the deck.
"Smooth sailing," the wizard said, chuckling as the ship glided across the choppy surface of the lake, away from the storm.
He flicked wet hair back out of his eyes, glanced up at the ledge where they'd first entered the cavern?some distance away?and turned the ship in that direction. He'd collect Danifae and Valas first and retrieve Quenthel and Jeggred from the eye of the storm later.
Then the fun of deciding what?or who?to feed to the ship would begin.
Halisstra clung grimly to the reins as the horse galloped across the open plain. She could see little through the thickly falling snow, and prayed the animal would neither slip nor plunge its foot into a hole. It was apparent just looking at the beast how fragile the swift mounts of the World Above were compared to the riding lizards of the draw. Surely but one little twist could snap a leg, sending a rider tumbling to the ground.
Should that happen, at least Ryld would be protected from injury by his levitation spell. He clung to the hem of her piwafwi, trailing behind her like a cloak as she rode.
Above them, the sky was getting lighter by the moment. Dawn had come and gone and the sun was rising steadily in the sky?a faint glow behind the sullen, flat gray clouds. It had grown light enough for her to see for some distance?at least in the rare moments when the snow lessened and anything could be seen at all. Which was hardly a welcome thing. The fully risen sun marked the time that the spell Halisstra had cast on Ryld would end. Any moment the poison might rush back upon him full force, like a tide overcoming an already drowning man.
Halisstra stiffened. Was that dark line up ahead the forest? If so, they had reached the edge of the Cold Field at last.
Twisting in the saddle, she gave Ryld a reassuring grin?only to have that grin falter as she saw the look on his face. It was set n a grim mask of concentration, deep lines at the corners of eyes and mouth the only hints of the effort he must be making to push away his pain. Even so, he managed a grim smile in return.
"I can't?" he started to say, then he shuddered.
For a moment his body sagged in the air, but then with a visible effort he regained control and continued levitating. Alarmed, Halisstra fumbled with the reins of the horse with near-frozen hands, trying desperately to slow it.
Ryld groaned aloud, then gasped, "Halisstra … I…"
He released his grip on her cloak and fell to the ground. In that same instant, the horse turned back into swirling mist, becoming non-corporeal once more, and Halisstra found herself flying through the air. Snow-covered branches whipped at her face as she struck the trees ahead. She landed heavily, knocking the air from her lungs, and lay for a moment, too stunned to do anything but gasp. Then she realized they'd done it?they'd reached the forest.
Scrambling to her feet, she staggered out of the trees. She could no longer feel her feet?they were like lumps of ice, somewhere at the bottom of her legs?but somehow she managed to walk. She was relieved to see Ryld sitting up, apparently unharmed by the fall. She knelt beside him and draped one of his arms across her shoulder.
"Can you walk?" she asked.
He shook his head.
Looking more closely at him, Halisstra was alarmed by the grayish tinge of his skin. She hurriedly dropped his arm.
"Wait, then," she told him. "I'll pray."
"Pray. . quickly," he gasped, then his eyes closed and he sank back into the snow.
Halisstra gasped in alarm. Was he dead?
No, Ryld's chest still rose and fell. Leaning forward, she placed a hand upon his chest, forcing her frozen fingers into the shape of a crescent moon.
Eilistraee, she prayed silently, unable to speak the words aloud because of the trembling of her lips. I beg of you. Help me. Send me the magic I need to drive the poison from his body. I could not sing your praises this morning as the sun rose, but I beg of you?let me do that now. Bestow your bounty upon your servant, and give me the blessings I need so that I can save the life of this male who serves. . She paused then, and sobbed, then corrected herself. This man that I love.
That done, she began humming the morning prayer. Singing the words was impossible?she was shivering violently again, and her lips didn't seem to be working properly.
She paused. Was that the crackle of a breaking twig in the woods?
It didn't matter.
Continue the song, she told herself.
Teeth chattering, she resumed her humming, but it was difficult to concentrate. The fiery tingling had left her hands, leaving a comforting numbness. All she wanted to do was lie down in the snow beside Ryld and sleep. .
Was that someone calling her name? No, she must have been hallucinating.
Keep humming, she told herself. Keep praying. Ryld's life depends on it.
But what song had she been humming? her teeth had at last stopped chattering, but with the shivering gone, Halisstra found herself unable to remember the melody. Instead she sat, staring, at Ryld. Was he even alive?
None of it mattered. Not any more.
Her prayer unfinished, Halisstra sighed, then crumpled to the ground. Strangely the snow was warm, not cold, like a comforting blanket. She lay in it, watching the flakes drift down from the wide gray sky. Funny, she'd never dreamed she'd die with so much space above her. .
There. That dark patch. That was the ceiling of a cavern. . wasn't it? Then why was it moving? Why was it bending down and taking her hand?
As if in a dream, Uluyara's face swam down toward hers. Fragments of a sentence drifted down into her ears, like falling snow.
"We. . scrying. . found you."
Halisstra felt hands lifting her and for a moment thought that Uluyara was shifting her body so she could remove the Crescent Blade and songsword from her backpack. Then she heard the melody of a prayer?that was Feliane's voice; she must have been here, too?and she felt a tingle of warmth. Halisstra realized that her pack was being removed so Feliane could hold her, warm her with her body. . and her magic. At first she was shocked?then she realized she was still thinking like a drow of the Underdark. Knowing that she was saved, she cried in relief, then she realized she was being selfish.
"Ryld. .," she whispered.
"Don't worry," Feliane said, her voice growing more intelligible as magic flowed into Halisstra, warming her and driving away the icy hand of death. "He's alive. Uluyara is driving the poison from his body even now."
Sighing, Halisstra allowed herself to relax, to drink in the warmth of Feliane's spell. She'd done it?she'd gotten Ryld to safety. And herself. She'd even managed to recover the Crescent Blade. Now all she had to do was kill a goddess with it.
Chapter Thirty-six
Gromph waited in the great chamber of House Baen
re's temple, watching through Kyorli's eyes as members of the House guard dragged in prisoners, bound at the ankle and wrist, for execution. A company of soldiers from House Agrach Dyrr had attempted to break out of their compound after House Baenre pulled its troops away to fight the tanarukks, but fortunately soldiers of House Xorlarrin had been able to capture them. House Baenre had claimed its share of the resulting prisoners, who were being «sacrificed» in the temple?for all the good it would do. With the goddess silent, did it really matter?
As yet another captive from House Agrach Dyrr was hustled into the temple?one, unlike the others, not too badly damaged?Gromph stepped into the path of the House guard who was dragging him in and held up a hand. The guard came to an immediate and obedient halt.
"Yes, Archmage?"
Gromph squatted, bringing Kyorli down to the level of the prisoner. Using the rat's eyesight, he stared into the eyes of the captive, who glared defiantly back at him.
Yes. They might just do.
"This captive is not to be exec?sacrificed," he told the guard. "Take him to Sorcere, instead, and deliver him to Master Nauzhror. Tell the master that I require the battle-captive … for my own purposes."
From deeper in the temple?behind the adamantine doors that led to Lolth's inner temple?came a high, sharp scream, followed by a drow voice pleading. Slaves, meanwhile, carried the body of the last soldier to have been executed past the spot where Gromph stood and flung it outside at the feet of a riding lizard. A moment later Gromph heard a crunching, gulping noise?the sound of the lizard enjoying its victory feast.
The prisoner looked back and forth between the body being consumed by the lizard and Gromph, as if trying to decide which was the lesser evil.
"Thank you, Archmage," the Dyrr cousin said. "I'll serve you well."
Gromph smiled and said, "Perhaps you will. Part of you, anyway." Then, standing, he addressed the guard. "Take him away."
As he waited for the «sacrifices» to end, Gromph craned his head back and squinted up at the temple ceiling. Using Kyorli's eyesight, he could see movement?the quick scurrying of the spiders whose webs filled the great dome above?but no detail. The webs were a white haze, their lines indistinct. Kyorli could see only a limited distance. Rats relied more upon smell and whisker touch than they did on eyesight.
Gromph would have to be careful. Triel had learned from Andzrel about what had happened to Gromph. But for the time being she had been fooled by Gromph's assurance that the potions had fully restored his vision. Like the other nobles of House Baenre, she took no notice of Kyorli?the familiar often rode on Gromph's shoulder?but if she learned that the Archmage of Menzoberranzan was blind, she could deem him weak. And the weak?in House Baenre, as in all the noble Houses of Menzoberranzan?were swiftly dispensed with.
Keeping that in mind, Gromph turned as he heard footsteps approaching from behind the adamantine doors. Looking through Kyorli's eyes, he picked Triel out from among the priestesses who fanned out into the great chamber.
"Matron Mother," he said, bowing deeply. "I have news. Good news."
Triel strode over to where he stood. Whiskers tickled Gromph's cheek as Kyorli strained forward, sniffing eagerly. Gromph saw lines or red crisscrossing the matron mother's face and hair, sprays of blood from the flayings she'd recently inflicted. The serpents in her whip swayed gently, tongues dabbing at the bright blood that had stained a weblike pattern across the front of her white tunic.
"You've heard from Quenthel?" Triel asked.
Gromph nodded and said, "I have."
Ever aware of the political web and his place in it, Gromph omitted any mention of Pharaun. Gromph's underling would be spoken of only if specifically asked about.
"Quenthel and the others have discovered the whereabouts of a ship of chaos and plan to sail it to the Abyss," he told Triel. "There they will find out what has become of Lolth. Our troubles will soon be at an end. Assuming, that is, that our sister proves worthy of the task you have set her."
Just as Pharaun hoped she would, Triel smiled at the barb Gromph had tossed.
"Our sister is less brilliant than some, but she is loyal. . when it suits her," Triel conceded. "Especially in matters concerning Lolth."
Gromph swore silently as Kyorli's attention wandered to one of the spiders that had descended, suddenly, just in front of them. Triel's face was a blur, and he couldn't read it?but causing Kyorli to whip her head around suddenly could reveal his weakness.
The archmage nodded thoughtfully and said, "I see."
"Do you indeed?" Triel asked, and her tone was slightly mocking.
Thankfully, the spider Kyorli was watching swung behind Triel, bringing her into the rat's field of view. Staring out through Kyorli's eyes, Gromph saw Triel's fingers moving.
Then you know that Quenthel has been to the Abyss more than once, she signed.
"Of course I do," Gromph answered smoothly. "You covered up her death quite carefully, but I have my methods of learning our House's darkest secrets. Where else would Quenthel's soul have gone, during those four years that elapsed between her death and eventual resurrection, but to serve her goddess in the Abyss? I can see why you chose her. I only wonder. ."
"What?" Triel snapped.
"Why the goddess sent her back," Gromph continued. "Quenthel certainly was a loyal servant. Wouldn't Lolth have wanted to keep her close to hand?"
"Perhaps she had other plans for Quenthel," Triel answered. "Assuming the leadership of Arach-Tinilith, for example, which is precisely what happened."
"Or carrying out her current mission," Gromph added. "It's certainly within the powers of the goddess to have seen this crisis coming and have prepared years ago to meet it."
"Indeed," Triel answered. "Who better than someone who knows the terrain to lead an expedition to the Abyss?" She paused. "Is that all you have to report?"
Gromph bowed and said, "For the moment, Matron Mother. I'll let you know as soon as I receive another report."
Dismissing him, Triel strode away.
Sighing his relief, Gromph shook his head. If Triel knew he was still blind, she was letting it pass. If Lolth had been granting her spells, Triel herself and any number of other priestesses could have restored his eyesight in a heartbeat. The fact that none of them could do it was just another reminder of the powers they no longer commanded. Leaving him his pretense of sight would only help Triel maintain her own pretense of power.
As he made his way out of the temple, Gromph wondered what Quenthel would find in the Demonweb Pits and why she had been returned to Menzoberranzan all those years before, only to lead an expedition to her own afterlife. Perhaps his sister had indeed been tapped by the Spider Queen for some higher purpose. If so, upon her return to the City of Spiders the balance of power could shift in her favor?certainly would if she was successful in her quest. He would have to keep an eye on Quenthel. So to speak.
Aliisza crouched on the ledge overlooking the lake and stared down at the ship below. It was of demonic manufacture?that much was clear from the bone and living tissue that had gone into its construction. On the deck stood four drow and a draegloth?Pharaun and his companions.
The wizard and the priestess Quenthel were arguing?just as they had been when Aliisza had first encountered them near Ammarindar. Behind them, the draegloth taunted an uridezu demon that appeared to be bound in place to the deck. The uridezu strained forward, teeth gnashing, as the draegloth held a rat out by the tail?then bit its head off. The other two drow?the mercenary and the pretty little female that irritated Aliisza so?seemed to be keeping out of the argument, waiting patiently for it to end.
Aliisza's eyes lingered on Pharaun who was dressed elegantly, as always, and with that lovely long white hair. She was glad to have found him again, but her timing seemed to have been off. From the snatches of argument that drifted up to Aliisza's perch on the cliff it seemed the group of drow would soon be departing?though there was apparently some question about how many of them would make the journe
y. Someone?or something?had to be fed first. . Ah. That was it.
"That's a ship of chaos," Aliisza said, proud of herself, then thought, Now that is a detail Kaanyr will want to know.
"Where do you plan to sail it to, my dear Pharaun?" Aliisza mused. "The Abyss?" She laughed and tossed her curly black hair.
"Surely you'd rather stay here and spend some time with me than visit that nasty goddess of yours. I, at least, am alive.. and responsive to your prayers."
Chuckling, she decided to delay her report to Kaanyr Vhok?who was all too busy with that dreary siege of his, anyway. Instead she'd stay in the Lake of Shadows and have some fun.
Pleasure, she mused, should come before business.
Always.
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