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dea from where the attack would e； so she didn't know which way to dodge to evade it。 She simply had to guess； jump somewhere and not let blindness and indecision delay her。 She pivoted； and something struck her shoulder。
At first it was just a startling jolt； then pain burned at the point of impact； and wet blood flowed。 Either the darkness could harden its members into claws or else it had picked up a blade from somewhere in the chamber。
Quenthel was glad her teachers had taught her to suffer a wound without the shock of it freezing her in her tracks； helpless to avert her adversary's followup attack。 She kept moving； making herself； she hoped； a more difficult target。
Something hissed。 The source of the sound was almost under her feet。 Evidently； dragging the whip handle behind them； her vipers had been slithering about endeavoring to locate her in the dark。 She stooped； fumbled about their cool； sinuous lengths for a moment； achieved the proper grip； and lifted the weapon。
The serpents reared； hissed； and peered； each in a different direction。 Quenthel realized they could see what she could not。 The darkness was preparing to attack。
The priestess deepened her psionic link with her snakedemon servants。 She still couldn't see where her adversary's tentacles were poised； but she had a sense of them。 That would have to do。
The darkness reached for her； and； turning and turning； she swung the whip repeatedly。 Her aim was inexact； but the vipers twisted in the air to correct it。
Toward the end； she was breathing harder； and her actions were getting bigger； slower； and wilder； as any batant's will if she performs too many without a pause。 Then something long and pointed plunged into the back of her thigh。
Quenthel knew at once from the flare of pain and the gush of blood that this puncture wound was worse than the gash in her shoulder。 She staggered a step； and her leg began to fold。 The whip vipers hissed in alarm。
She shouted to focus her will and quell the agony； to force the limb to obey。 Throbbing； it straightened。
She spun and struck at the tentacle that had stabbed her； lashing it to pieces before it could do the same again。 At that same instant； her serpent familiars detected hands reaching for her neck。 She spun； destroyed those as well； and at last the shadow stopped attacking。
Feeling the blood stream down her leg to pool on the floor； her mind racing； Quenthel considered her situation。 She must be causing the demon pain—if not it would attack relentlessly； never faltering until she fell—but that didn't necessarily mean she was well on her way to killing it。 From what she knew of such entities； it seemed entirely possible that she would have to do more harm to the nucleus at the end of the tendrils to acplish that。 Assuming she could reach or even locate it amid the obfuscating gloom。
It might be better not to try； to take advantage of this momentary respite and make a run for it； but she knew that if she moved the demon would move with her； which would mean she'd still be scurrying sightlessly along。 In her suite； that wasn't an enormous problem—she knew every inch of the space by heart—but outside； she could easily take a hard； incapacitating fall。 If that happened or if her leg gave out before she found help； her foe would have little difficulty finishing her off。
No； she would kill the cursed thing by herself； quickly； while she was still on her feet。 The only question was； how？
One of the weapons in her hidden closet might do the trick； but she had no way of reaching them。 The demon would slay her while she fumbled in the dark to manipulate the hidden lock。 She would have to make do with the resources in her hands； which meant using another scroll spell and taking a gamble as well。
The demon renewed the attack。 Quenthel struck and deflected a tentacle with sawlike teeth on the edge。 Next came an arm terminating in a studded bulb like the head of a mace。 Poised to beat her skull in； that one was no use either。 She sidestepped the blow； the vipers tore into the limb； and the living darkness snatched it back。
A simple tentacle； with no blades or bludgeons sprouting from its end； snaked toward her。 It seemed as if it was going to try to grab and restrain her weapon arm。 She pretended she didn't notice。
The strand of shadow dipped to the floor； hooked around Quenthel's ankle； and jerked her good leg out from under her。 The change of target caught her by surprise； and she fell hard on her back； banging her head and shooting pain through her wounded limbs。
It took her an instant to shake off the shock。 When she did； she sensed the fiend's other limbs poised to slash and pound。 She was almost out of time to recite the trigger phrase。
But not quite。
She rattled off the three words； and power seethed and tingled inside her flesh。 She discharged it into the living darkness； an easy task since the demon was holding onto her。 She held her breath； waiting to see what would happen。
Like allowing her adversary to seize her； this too was a part of the gamble。 The magic she had just unleashed would weaken a dark elf or pretty much any other mortal being to the point of death。 However； depending on its precise nature； the demon—or whatever it was—might simply shrug it off。 It might even feed on the blast of force and grow stronger than before。
The ploy worked。 The fiend was susceptible； at least to some degree。 She knew it when the entity's limbs flailed and thrashed in spasms； the one on her ankle releasing her to twist and flop about。 The ambient darkness blinked out of existence for a second as the creature's grip on its surroundings wavered。
One instant of vision was all Quenthel needed to mark where her enemy's ragged core was floating。 She scrambled up； charged it； and found that she was hobbling； every other stride triggering a jolt of pain。 She didn't let the disfort slow her down。
The creature of darkness was recovering。 Two tendrils squirmed at Quenthel。 She ducked one and lashed the other； which flinched back。
After two more steps； she judged； hoped； that she'd limped within striking distance of the entity's formless heart。 She swung the whip； and shouted in satisfaction when she felt the vipers' fangs rip something more resistant than empty air。
She struck as hard and as fast as she could； grunting with every stroke。 Her snakes warned her of tendrils looping around behind her； and she ignored the threat。 If she left off attacking the center of the darkness； she might not get another chance。
The darkness obscuring the room started rapidly oscillating between presence and absence。 Quenthel's motions looked oddly jerky in the disjointed moments of vision。
Tentacles grabbed and dragged her backward。 She shouted in rage and frustration。 As if responding to her cry； the arms dissolved； dumping her back on the floor。
Quenthel raised her head and peered about。 There was no longer any impediment to sight。 The murderous darkness was gone。 Her last blow must have been mortal。 It had just taken the creature another second or two to succumb。
〃It's dead〃 hissed Hsiv。 〃What now； Mistress？〃
〃First 。 。 。 I'm going to sit 。。。 and tend my wounds； then we're going to look 。 。 。 for my sentry；〃 panted Quenthel； attenuating her rapport with the vipers。 In too deep and prolonged a munion； shades of identity could bleed in one direction or the other。 〃If she's lucky； she's already dead。〃
She wished she were as undaunted as she was trying to sound； but it appeared that demonic assassins were going to keep ing for her。 She'd hoped that the appearance of the spider demon might be an isolated incident。 She'd thought that if any more such fiends did appear； the renewed wards would keep them out。 Plainly； she'd been too optimistic。
At least ArachTinilith was the seat of her power。 There； she could deploy a small army of retainers and a hoard of magical devices in her own defense； but those resources hadn't helped her against the darkness； and she couldn't help wondering how many hostile visitations a priestess in her condition could hope to survive。
C ha p t e r
EIGH T
Greyanna's henchmen came floating down around her。 Two were warriors； one a wizard； and the third was another priestess。 All wore the half masks of true seeing； giving them the deceptively foolish look of actors in a pantomime。
Pharaun tried to levitate； but the net was too heavy。 He willed his animate rapier into existence。 The steel ring vanished from his finger； and the long； slim sword materialized outside the net。 The blade started slicing at the thick ropes； but to little effect。 A rapier was a thrusting weapon and not suited to sawing。 Tensing his muscles against the remorseless pressure of the tightening web； he turned the floating sword around to threaten his fellow representatives of House Mizzrym。
Greyanna laughed。 〃Is that one little bodkin supposed to hold us all at bay？〃
〃Possibly not；〃 said Pharaun； straining to work his fingers closer to one of his pockets。 〃That's why I instructed it to kill you first。〃
〃Did you； now？〃
His sister motioned her warriors forward。 Twin brothers possessed of the same slightly yellowish hair and deeply cleft chin； they carried pale bone longbows slung over their backs in preference to the mor