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〃I'd like to confer on one or two matters；〃 said Greyanna。 〃Do you have a moment？〃
Aunrae made a liquid； strangling sound。
〃Excellent。 Listen and grow wise。 Today's little fracas was not in vain。 It proved that Relonor can locate Pharaun with his divinations。 Even more importantly； the battle enabled me to take our brother's measure。 When we track him down again； we'll crush him。 Now； do you see that I have this venture well in hand？〃
Deprived of her voice； Aunrae nodded enthusiastically。 Her chin bumped against the butt of the staff。
〃What a sensible girl you are。 You must also bear in mind that we aren't hunting Pharaun simply for my own personal gratification。 It's for the benefit of all； including yourself。 Therefore； this isn't an ideal time to seek to discredit and supplant one of your betters。 It's a time for us to swallow our mutual distaste and work together until the threat is gone。 Do you think you can remember that？〃
Aunrae kept nodding。 She was shaking； too； and her eyes were wide with terror。 Small wonder； she must have been running short of breath。 Still； she had the sense not to try to grab the staff and jerk it away from her neck。 She knew what would happen if she tried。
Greyanna was tempted to make it happen anyway。 Aunrae's submission was a small pleasure beside the fierce satisfaction that would e from ramming the staff into the helpless female's windpipe。 The urge was a hot tightness in her hands and a throbbing in the scar across her face。
But she needed minions to catch the relative she truly hated； and； annoying as she was； Aunrae was game； and wielded magic with a certain facility。 It would be more practical to murder her another day。 Greyanna was sure she could manage it whenever she chose。 Despite her ambitions； Aunrae was no threat。 She lacked the intelligence。
Feeling a strange pang of nostalgia for Sabal； who had at least been a rival worth destroying； Greyanna lifted the staff away from her cousin's throat。
〃You will whisper no poison words in Mother's ears；〃 the First Daughter of House Mizzrym said。 〃For the time being； you will leave off plotting against me or anyone else。 You will devote your every thought to finding our truant brother。 Otherwise； I'll put an end to you。〃
Ryld had never experienced instantaneous travel before。 To his surprise； he was conscious of the split second of teleportation； and he found it rather unpleasant。 It didn't feel as if he were speeding through the world but as if the world were hurtling at and through him； albeit painlessly。
Then it was over。 He'd unconsciously braced himself to pensate for the jolt of a sudden stop； and the absence of any such sensation rocked him on his feet。
By the time he recovered his balance； he knew more or less where he was。 A whiff of dung told him。 He looked around and confirmed the suspicion。
Pharaun had dropped the two of them in a disused sentry post on a natural balcony。 The ledge overlooked Donigarten with its moss fields； grove of giant mushrooms； and fungus farms fertilized with night soil from the city。 Hordes of ore and goblin slaves either tended the malodorous croplands or speared fish from rafts on the lake； while rothe lowed from the island in the center of the water。 Overseers and an armed patrol wandered the fields to keep the thralls in line。 Additional guards looked down from other high perches about the cavern wall。
Ryld knew Pharaun had transported them about as far as was possible。 In the Realms that See the Sun； teleportation could carry folk around the world； but in the Underdark； the disruptive radiance of certain elements present in the rock limited the range to about half a mile—far enough to throw Greyanna and her pack off the scent。
Pharaun held the pilfered golden ornament up； inspecting it。
〃It only holds one teleportation at a time；〃 he said after a moment。 Even after all his exertions； he wasn't panting as hard as he might have been； not bad for such a sybarite； thought Ryld as he set down his bloody greatsword。 〃It's useless now； and I lost my dancing rapier； curse it； but I'm not too disconsol—〃
Ryld grabbed Pharaun by the arm and flipped him； laying him down hard。
The wizard blinked； sat up； and brushed a strand of his sculpted hair back into place。
〃If you'd told me you craved more fighting；〃 Pharaun said； 〃I could have left you behind with my kin。〃
〃The hunters； you mean；〃 Ryld growled； 〃who found us quickly。〃
〃Well； we asked a fair number of questions in a fair number of places。 We even wanted someone to find us； just not that lot。〃 Pharaun stood back up and brushed at his garments； adding； 〃Now； I have something extraordinary to tell you。〃
〃Save it；〃 Ryld replied。 〃Back there in the net； when you and Greyanna were chatting； I got the strong impression that the priestesses weren't just hunting some faceless agent。 They knew from the start their target was you； and you knew they knew。〃
Pharaun sighed。 〃I didn’t know the matrons would choose Greyanna to discourage our efforts。 That was a somewhat disconcerting surprise。 But the rest of it？ Yes。〃
〃How？〃
〃Gromph has invisible glyphs scribed on the walls of his office。 Invisible to most people； anyway。 They protect him in various ways。 One； a black sigil shaped a little like a bat； is supposed to keep servers and spell casters from eavesdropping on his private conversations； but when he and I spoke； it was drawn imperfectly。 It still would have balked many a spy； but not someone with the resources and expertise of oh。 say； his sisters 。。。 or the Council。〃
Ryld frowned。 〃Gromph botched it？〃
〃Of course not；〃 Pharaun snorted。 〃Do you think the Archmage of Menzoberranzan inpetent？ He drew it precisely as he wanted it。 He knew the high priestesses were trying to spy on him—they surely always have and doubtless always will—and he intended them to overhear。〃
〃He was setting you up。〃
〃Now you're getting it。 While the clerics stay busy seeking me； the decoy； my illustrious chief will undertake another； more discreet inquiry undisturbed； by performing divinations and interrogating demons； probably。〃
〃You knew； and you undertook the mission anyway。〃
〃Because knowing doesn't change my fundamental circumstances。 If I want to retain my rank and quite possibly my life； I still have to plete the task the archwizard set me； even though he was playing me for a fool； even with Greyanna striving to hinder the process。〃 Pharaun grinned and added； 〃Besides； where did all those runaways go； and why do the greatest folk in Menzoberranzan care？ It's a fascinating puzzle； even more so now that I've inferred a portion of the answer。 Did I leave it unsolved； it would haunt me forevermore。〃
〃You played me for a fool；〃 said Ryld。 〃Granted； you warned me the priestesses might interfere with us； but you greatly understated the danger。 You didn't tell me you were marked before we even descended from Tier Breche。 Why not？ Did you think I'd refuse to acpany you？〃
Most uncharacteristically； the glib wizard hesitated。 Far below the shelf； a whip snapped and a goblin screamed。
〃No；〃 said Pharaun eventually； 〃not really。 I suppose it's just that dark elves are jealous of their secrets。 So are the nobly born。 So are wizards。 And I'm all three Will you pardon me？ It isn't as if you've never kept a secret from me。〃
〃When？〃
〃During the first three years of our acquaintance； whenever we fraternized； you kept a dagger specially charmed for the killing of mages ever close to your hand。 You suspected I was only seeking your pany because one of your rivals in MeleeMagthere had engaged me to murder you as soon as the opportunity arose。〃
〃How did you discover that？ Never mind； I suppose it was your silver ring。 I didn't know what it was back then。 Anyway； that's not the same kind of secret。〃
〃You're right； it isn't； and I regret my reticence but I do propose to make up for it by sharing the most astonishing confidence you've ever heard。〃
Ryld stared into Pharaun's eyes。 〃I'll pardon you。 With the understanding that if you withhold any other pertinent information； I'll knock you over the head and deliver you to your bitch sister myself。〃
〃Point taken。 Shall we sit？〃 Pharaun pointed to a bench hewn from the limestone wall at the back of the ledge。 〃My discourse may take a little time； and I daresay we could use a rest after our exertions。〃
As he turned away from the molded rock rampart； Ryld noticed that the cracking of the whip had stopped。 When he glanced down； two goblins were carrying the corpse of a third； hauling it somewhere to be chopped apart and the pieces turned to some useful purpose。 Possibly chow for other thralls。
The fencing teacher sat down and removed a cloth； a whetstone； and a vial of oil from the pockets of his garments。 He unfastened his short sword from his belt； pulled on the hilt； and made a little spitting sound of displeasure when the blade； which he had been forced to put away bloody； stuck in the scabbard。 He yanked more forcefully； and it came free。
He looked over at Pharaun； who was regarding with him with a sort of quizzical exasperation。
〃Talk；〃 the warrior said。 〃I can care for my gear and listen at the same time。〃
〃Is this how you attend to mindboggling revelations？ I suppose I'm lucky you don't have to use the Jakes。 All right； he