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suspicion that the enemy had an agent inside her household。 It was what any intelligent foe would try to arrange； and it arguably explained how Faeryl's intention to go home had been discerned and countered with a word in Triel's ear。
Seething with the need to outwit those who had made a fool of her； Faeryl devised a ruse to unmask the spy。 She surprised her retainers with the order to pack。 They were slipping out of Menzoberranzan that very night。 She thought her loyal vassals would obey； but the traitor would try to sneak away to report the household's imminent flight。 Crouched on the roof； Faeryl would spot her when she did。
That was the plan； anyway。 The ambassador could think of several reasons why it might fail。 The residence had means of egress on all four sides； but she couldn't survey all four at once； not unless she floated well above the roof； and that option presented problems of its own。 Most dark elf boots possessed a virtue of silence； and their mantles； one of obscuration。 The traitor might even have some more potent means of escaping notice； such as a talisman of invisibility。 Were she any higher above the ground； Faeryl might have no hope at all of detecting the spy's surreptitious exit。
Of course； the traitor might also have a means of municating with her confederates via clairaudience； or a charm of instantaneous transit； in which case the envoy's scheme was doomed no matter what。 She'd cling to the roof until someone in authority； a pany of Baenre guards； perhaps； showed up to take her and her entourage into custody； but she'd had to try something。
She crawled on。 Below and behind her； one of the duelists groaned as his foe's blade plunged through his torso。 Magic flickered and sizzled； and the victor dropped as well。 The wizard who'd been watching from a distance strolled forward to inspect the steaming corpses。
Faeryl wondered if the three had been siblings； and the wizard was the clever one。 She'd had a brother like that once； until an even trickier male turned him to dust and absconded with his wands and grimoires。 A minor setback for her House； but interesting to watch。
Overhead； something snapped。 She glanced up。 Four or five riders on wyvernback were winging their way east。 Above them； projecting from the cavern ceiling； the stalactite castles shone with their own enchantments； a far lovelier sight； in her opinion； than the miniscule monochromatic stars that speckled the night sky of the socalled Lands of Light。
Then； so faintly that she wondered if she'd imagined it； something brushed against something else。 The sound had issued from the southwest。
Faeryl scurried over to that part of the roof and peered down。 At first glance； nothing appeared changed since the last time she'd checked that way。 Perhaps her nerves were playing tricks on her； but she kept on looking anyway。
Octagonal steel grilles protected the round windows cut in the wall below her； but if a drow knew the trick； she could unlatch one and swing it aside for an entrance or exit via levitation。 Apparently； someone had； for after a few more moments； Faeryl noticed that one of the webpattern shields hung ever so slightly ajar。 With that sign to guide her； she spotted the shrouded figure skulking toward the mouth of an alleyway。
The noble of Ched Nasad was a fair hand with a crossbow。 She might have been able to shoot down the traitor from behind； but that would gain her few answers。 She didn't happen to possess a scroll with the spell for interrogating the dead。 She needed to catch up with the spy and take the wretch alive。
She read from a scroll she did have； then she stepped away from the top of the tower into empty space。
Except that it wasn't empty for her。 The air was as firm as stone beneath her soles。 For two paces； she strode on a level surface； and； because she willed it so； the unseen platform dipped into an equally invisible ramp。 She sprinted down with no fear of blundering off the edge。 Wherever she set her foot； the incline would be there to meet it。 That was how the magic worked。
Her progress entirely silent； she dashed unnoticed above the traitor's head； then with a thought dissolved the support beneath her boots。 Her crossbow ready； she dropped the last few feet to the ground and landed in front of the spy。
Started； the traitor jumped。 Faeryl felt her own pang of surprise； for though she liked to think she maintained a proper suspicion of everyone； in truth； she never could have guessed the pinched； sour face she saw half hidden inside the closedrawn cowl could be the spy's。
〃Umrae；〃 the ambassador said； aiming her hand crossbow。
〃My lady；〃 the secretary answered； bending with her usual stiffness into an obeisance。
〃I know all about it； traitor。 I'm not actually planning to leave tonight。 My pretending so was a trick to see who would slip away to play informer。〃
〃I don't know what you mean。 I just wanted to buy some items for the journey。 I thought that if I hurried over to the Bazaar； I could find one of those merchants who stays open late and be back before anyone missed me。〃
〃Do you think I haven't realized I have an enemy here in Menzoberranzan； someone with access to Matron Baenre？ Two tendays ago； Triel considered me loyal。 She approved of me。 She granted a good deal of what I asked on behalf of our people。 Now； she doubts me； because someone has persuaded her to question my true intentions。 What did my foe offer to lure you to her side？ Don't you realize that in betraying me； you betray Ched Nasad itself？〃
The scribe hesitated； then said； 〃Matron Baenre has people watching the residence。 Someone is watching us right now。〃
〃Perhaps；〃 Faeryl replied。
Umrae swallowed。 〃So you can't harm me。 Or they'll harm you。〃
Faeryl laughed。 〃Rubbish。 Triel's agents won't reveal their presence just to keep me from disciplining one of my own retainers。 They won't see anything odd or detrimental to Menzoberranzan's interests in that。 Now； be sensible and surrender。〃
After another pause； Umrae said； 〃Give me your word you won't hurt me。 That you'll set me free and help me flee the city。〃
〃I promise you nothing except that your insolence is making me angrier by the second； and a quick capitulation is your only hope。 Tell me； who turned you； and why？ What does anyone hereabouts have to gain by persecuting an envoy； one who stands apart from the feuds and rivalries among the Menzoberranyr Houses？〃
〃You must understand； I fear to betray them and remain。 They'll kill me if I do。〃
〃They won't get the chance。 I'm the one pointing a poisoned dart at you。 Who are your employers？〃
〃I won't say； not without your pledge。〃
〃Your friend didn't slander me to Triel until after I started contemplating a return to Ched Nasad。 Was that the point of the lie？ To keep me from venturing out into the Underdark？ Why？〃
Umrae shook her head。
〃You're mad；〃 Faeryl said。 〃Why would you condemn yourself to perpetuate someone else's existence？ Ah well； you're plainly unfit to live； so I suppose it's for the best。〃
She made a show of sighting down the length of the crossbow。
〃No You're right； why should I die？〃
〃If you answer my questions； perhaps you won't。〃
〃Yes。〃
Trembling a little； her nerve having been broken； the clerk raised her hand to her face； perhaps to massage her brow。 No—to lift a tiny vial to her lips
Faeryl pulled the trigger and her aim was true； but by the time the quarrel pierced Umrae's stomach； the secretary's form was changing。 She grew even thinner； shriveling； but taller as well。 Her flesh cooled and stank of corruption； leathery wings sprouted from her shoulder blades； and her eyes sank into her head。 Even her garments altered； blurring and splitting into moldering rags。 No blood flowed from the wound the poisoned dart had made； and it didn't seem to inconvenience her in the slightest。 She didn't even bother to pull the missile out。
Faeryl was furious at herself for allowing Umrae to trick her。 Next time； she'd remember that even a dark elf devoid of beauty； grace； and facile wit； seemingly undone by fear； was yet a drow； born to guile and deception。
The potion had temporarily transformed Umrae into some sort of undead； in which form she likely wouldn't suffer at all from her usual clumsiness。 Had Lolth not forsaken her priestesses； Faeryl might have controlled the cadaverous thing with her clerical powers； but that was no longer an option。 Nor were any of her other retainers likely to notice her plight and dash to her rescue。 She had them all too busy packing up the house。
It was unfortunate； because like most undead； except for the lowly corpses and skeletons spell casters reanimated to serve as mindless thralls； Umrae in wingedghoul form could probably do grievous harm with any strike that so much as grazed the skin； and Faeryl didn't even have a shield to fend her off。 How was she to know the spy would possess such a potent means of defense？
Umrae took a shambling step； then； with a clap of her wings； bounded forward。 Faeryl hastily retreated； dropped the useless crossbow； and opened the clasp of her cloak。 Pulling the garment off her shoulders with one hand； she unsheathed a little adamantine rod with the other。 At a snap of her wrist； the harmlesslooking object swelled into Mother's Kiss； the longhafted；