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tress in her turn。 We Baenre don't have another princess seasoned enough to assume the role。〃
〃It was my aunt〃 Drisinil exclaimed。 〃She came up with the idea of helping the demons kill you。 I didn't even want to help。 I thought it was a stupid idea； but within our family； she holds authority over me。〃
Quenthel smiled。 〃It's too bad you weren't more impressed with my authority。〃
〃I'm sorry。〃
〃No doubt that。 Now； I need the names of all the conspirators。〃
Drisinil didn't hesitate an instant。 〃My aunt； Vlondril Tuin'Tarl 。 。 。〃
As ever； Quenthel maintained a calm； knowing expression； but inwardly she was surprised at the number of conspirators。 An eighth of the temple It was unprecedented； but then she was living in unprecedented times。
When Drisinil finished； the Baenre said； 〃Thank you。 Where did you gather to hatch your schemes？〃
〃One of the unused storerooms in the fifth leg；〃 Drisinil said。
Quenthel shook her head。 〃That won't do。 It's not big enough。 Convene the group in Lirdnolu's old classroom。 Nobody's used it since she had her throat slit； so it will seem a safe meeting place。〃
Drisinil blinked。 〃Convene？〃
〃Yes。 Last night's plot failed； so obviously you must hatch a new one。 You've chosen a new chamber for the conference because you suspect the storeroom is no longer safe。 Say whatever you need to say to assemble your cabal in four hours' time。〃
〃If I do； will you spare me？〃
〃Why not？ As you've explained； you only participated reluctantly。 But you know； it suddenly occurs to me that we have a problem。 If I send you forth to perform this task； how do I know you won't simply flee Tier Breche and take refuge in your mother's castle？〃
〃Mistress； you already explained that such a course could only lead to my death。〃
〃But did you believe me？ Do you still？ How can I be sure？〃
〃Mistress 。。。 I 。。。〃
〃If I had my magic； I could pel you to do as you're told； but in its absence； I must take other measures。〃
Quenthel raised the whip； sweeping the vipers off Drisinil's face in the process； and slammed the metal butt of the weapon down in the middle of her forehead。
The mistress then took out the silver vial。 She pinched the dazed； feebly struggling girl's nostrils closed； poured the stimulant into her open mouth； and forced her to swallow。
The effect was immediate。 The younger female bucked and thrashed until her eyes flew open。
The high priestess hopped back down to the floor。 〃How does it feel？ I imagine your heart is hammering。〃
Drisinil trembled like the string of a viol。 Sweat seeped from her pores。
〃What did you do to me？〃
〃That should be obvious to an acplished poisoner like yourself。〃
〃You've poisoned me？〃
〃It's a slow toxin。 Do as I ordered； and I'll give you the antidote。〃
〃I can't cozen the others like this。 They'll see something's wrong with me。〃
〃The external signs should ease in a minute or two； though you'll still feel the poison speeding your heart and gnawing at your nerves。 You'll just have to put up with that。〃
〃All right；〃 Drisinil said。 〃Just bring the antidote with you when you e to Lirdnolu's room。〃
The mistress arched an eyebrow； and Drisinil added； 〃Please。〃
Quenthel smiled。 Catching her mood； the whip vipers sighed with pleasure。
〃How did you know your darkness would madden the beast？〃 asked Pharaun； lathering his narrow chest。
The night before； after he made way back to Pharaun； the two of them had found they had enough healing potions to cure all the wounds that either had sustained。 Still； despite their restoration to full vitality； the next few hours proved exhausting； as they struggled to survive the madness of the hunt and watch out for Greyanna at the same time。 At last they'd escaped the Braeryn。
Claiming that while Greyanna was seeking them in the Stenchstreets； they'd be safe in pleasant； prosperous Narbondellyn； Pharaun had insisted that he and Ryld dispense with disguises and celebrate their sundry discoveries and escapes with a visit to one of Menzoberranzan's finest public baths。 The warrior had objected to what he saw as reckless bravado； but not too vehemently。 Ryld supposed that he and Pharaun would climb beyond their foes' reach soon enough。 The prospect made him feel rather wistful。
Over the course of the past few minutes； he'd been enjoying the luxury of scrubbing off the sweat and grime that had accumulated on his person； sitting down； and thinking about nothing in particular。 He should have known the peace and quiet couldn't last for long。 Pharaun couldn't go long without craving conversation。
〃How did you know that； shrouded in darkness or no； the foulwing wouldn't just keep descending； guided by its other senses？〃 the wizard persisted。
The warrior shrugged and said； 〃I didn't know； but it seemed like a good guess。 The thing's an animal； isn't it？〃
Pharaun grinned。 〃Not really。 It's a creature from another plane。 Still； your instincts were sound。〃
Ryld shrugged and replied； 〃I was lucky to get away from there with my life。 Very lucky。〃
〃Fire and glare； you're a master of Tier Breche。 You're not supposed to be modest。 Are you ready to move？〃
They rose from an octagonal pool set in the black marble floor； and； having pleted the quotidian business of cleaning themselves； headed for a larger basin where they would luxuriate in steaming； scented mineral water。 Later in the day； it would be packed； but it wasn't fashionable to visit the baths so early in the morning。 They had it to themselves； which was convenient。 They could converse without fear of eavesdroppers。
Ryld walked straight down the steps and sat on the underwater ledge。 The warmth felt good on his leg； mended but still a little sore； and he sighed with contentment。 Pharaun made a production of immersing himself in stages； an inch at a time； as if the heat were almost more than he could bear。
〃I've been thinking about your malaise；〃 the wizard said； once everything but his head was finally submerged。 〃I have a solution。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃Resign from MeleeMagthere and bee the weapons master of a noble House。 It will have to be one of the lesser ones； of course； you being a moner； but that's all right。 You may see more excitement that way。〃
〃Why would I do that？ It's not a move up。 It might not be a loss of rank； depending on the House； but still； what would be the point？〃
〃You're bored； and it would be a change。〃
〃One that would put me under the thumb of any number of high priestesses。 I'd have less autonomy than I do as an instructor。〃
〃I managed to pursue my own objectives while under my mother's supervision。 Still； you make a legitimate point。 You might find yourself abhorring the tug of the reins。 What's the answer； then？〃
〃Who says there is one？ Except； perhaps； further lunatic holidays with you。 I admit； this one broke the tedium。〃
A diminutive female gnome carried a pile of freshly laundered and folded towels out of a doorway on the far wall。 Ryld wondered if she was one of the Prophet's followers； and if she had any of the rabblerouser's duergar firepots stashed somewhere in the bathhouse。 It felt strange to think of a humble undercreature that way—wielding stoneburning bombs against its betters。
〃You speak of our errand in the past tense；〃 the wizard said。
〃Well； once you tell the Archmage the runaways are in the Braeryn fomenting a pitiful little goblin uprising； it'll be over； won't it？ Gromph will pardon your transgressions。 The Council； having failed to stop our inquiries； will； I trust； see no point in continuing to try to kill us。 It'll be more to their advantage to let us go on training wizards and soldiers to serve them。〃
〃You're very certain the insurrection will be pitiful。 Is it because Greyanna's followers exterminated so many undercreatures last night？〃
Ryld scooped up a handful of hot water and splashed it on his neck； which had gotten a little stiff from his exertions。
〃No；〃 he said。 〃The hunters killed plenty of goblins； but they were only a fraction of a fraction of the creatures jammed into every nook and cranny of the district—you saw the interior of Smylla's home。 Trust me； you still don't really understand。〃
〃I understand that many other such specimens inhabit the rest of the city as well。 Why； then； do you doubt their ability to do some appreciable damage？ It can't be for want of spirit。 The under folk are in an excellent humor； enflamed by their Prophet's oratory； painting their racial emblems hither and yon； and murdering potential informers and unbelievers。〃
〃They still lack martial training and proper weapons。〃
〃Some were warriors before the slavers captured them。 Some are thrall soldiers still。 As for the arms； well； when visiting the World Above； did you ever see a city burn？ I did。 I had to torch one myself to plete a mission。 The destruction and loss of life were impressive； even though the inhabitants knew their buildings could catch fire and had procedures for dealing with it。〃
〃Whereas we don't？ Surely you wizards 。 。 。 ？〃
Pharaun shrugged。 〃Not really。 Why would it occur to us？ Perhaps we could improvise something； but if we didn't catch the conflagration early； it might not be entirely effective。〃
〃But you would catch it early。 The undercreatures won't rebel all at once； and that will make it possible to quash each little uprising a