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the other； you will fetch it for me。 Turn out every available priestess； wizard； and warrior— drow or slave。 Jump
Jump he did。 It was the last bit of satisfaction that was to e her way。
Her mortal agents flooded the streets； while she remained in her personal sanctum in House Mizzrym； summoning spirits and casting divinations to aid the search。 Astonishingly； maddeningly； it was all to no avail。 When light flowered in the base of Narbondel； signaling the advent of the new day； she was forced to admit that at least for the time being； Pharaun had eluded her。
A month later； she learned that her brother had somehow made his way all the way up to Tier Breche and begged the Archmage of Menzoberranzan himself for a place in Sorcere； and； remembering the wizardly talent the younger male had demonstrated throughout his training； Gromph had seen fit to take him in。
The news came as a considerable relief。 She'd feared her brother had fled Menzoberranzan and placed himself permanently beyond her reach。 Instead； he'd simply hopped up on a shelf above the city。 He was bound to hop down again eventually； and she would have him。
Or so she thought； until her mother sent for her。 Possessed of the same intelligence concerning her fugitive son's whereabouts； Miz'ri had formed a very different idea of what ought to be done about it： Nothing。
Even though they were only males； the Masters of Sorcere possessed both a degree of practical autonomy and an abundance of mystical power； and； always weaving her labyrinthine schemes to elevate the status of House Mizzrym； Mother had decided not to unnecessarily provoke the wizards。 Which was to say； as Pharaun had obtained a place in that cloistered； manyspired tower； he was more significant in exile than he had ever been at home； and Greyanna would have to let him live。 She had achieved what ought to have been her primary goal； preeminence among her sisters and cousins； but her vengeance would remain unfinished。
Through all the decades that followed； it galled her。 A hundred times she planned to defy her mother's mand and kill Pharaun anyway； only to abandon her stratagems just short of implementation。 As fiercely as she hated him； she feared Miz'ri's displeasure even more。
Was it possible that at long last the matron mother had changed her mind？ Or was this some new cruelty； was Miz'ri perhaps going to somehow force Greyanna into an odious proximity with a brother who was still untouchable？
〃It might be nice to see Pharaun again；〃 the younger female said in the blandest tone she could muster。
Miz'ri laughed。 〃Oh； I daresay it would； to see him and kill him； isn't that the way of it？〃
〃If you say so。 You know our history。 We played out the whole sava game under your nose。〃 I imagine you relished every minute of it； she thought。
〃Yes； you did； and so I know this will interest you。 Sadly； a problem has arisen that even supercedes my desire to get along with the mages of the Academy。 While you were away； males continued to desert—〃
〃Pharaun ran off from Sorcere？〃 Greyanna interrupted； her eyes narrowed。 〃Were they finally going to punish him for getting those novices killed？〃
〃No； and no Shut your mouth； let me tell the tale； and we'll e to your little obsession in a moment。〃
〃Yes； Mother。〃
〃Males continue to elope； and despite our warning him off； Gromph still intends to investigate the matter。 Hoping to escape our notice and displeasure； he decided to do so by proxy； and summoned a suitable agent to his office to discuss the matter。 Happily； we members of the Council possess a scrying crystal with which we recently managed to pierce the obscuring enchantments shrouding the room。 Some of them； anyway。 We still can't see in； but we can hear what goes on； and that sufficed to reveal the arch mage’s plan as well as the identity of his minion。 Now； if you must； you may excitedly babble your brother's name。〃
〃I imagine Gromph told him this is his one big chance to redeem himself。〃
〃Exactly。 The question is； how shall we priestesses respond？〃
〃I gather there's a reason you don't just tell Gromph you're on to his plan。〃 Of course； several。 For one； our first confrontation with him was courteous and mild； but who knows； a second might be less so。 As things stand； we hesitate to push him very hard。 For another； we don't want him to know we can eavesdrop on him。 He'd either block us out or hatch his plots elsewhere。 It's better all around simply to take his pawn out of play。 Given that Pharaun is a secret operative； whatever may befall him； the Archmage can hardly take exception to it。 The catch being that dealing with your brother is a formidable undertaking； arguably on any occasion but certainly at the moment。〃
Greyanna nodded。 〃Because he's a wizard； and we are 。 。 。 what we are。〃
〃So where； the Council wondered； can we find a priestess so bold； so motivated； that even now she'll be eager to hunt the male when he descends to the city。 I told the others I thought I knew of a candidate。〃
〃You were right。〃
〃The beauty of it is that you do have a personal score to settle。 If people see you do something unpleasant to Pharaun； they won't have to wonder what the reason is。〃
〃Yes； I see that。 May I draw on all the resources of our House to aid me in my efforts？〃
〃I can only give you a few helpers。 If people saw you descend on the city with House Mizzrym's entire army at your back； they wouldn't assume it's a personal matter。 You can have your pick of magic weapons from the armory。 Don't waste them； though。 Expend only what you need。〃
Greyanna inclined her head。 〃I'll start preparing right away。〃
Miz'ri finally smiled； and somehow； in defiance of any reasonable expectation； it made her face more threatening； not less。
C h a p t e r
F O U R
The Silken Rack was not； as visitors to Menzoberranzan sometimes assumed； a fine cloth emporium。 It was； technically； a massage parlor； but only a vulgarian would call it that。 Rather； it was a palace of delight； where the most skilled body servants in the Underdark provided what many dark elves considered to be most exquisite of all pleasures。
Waerva Baenre was herself of that opinion。 She had already soaked her pampered； voluptuous form in warm； scented oil； and she would have liked nothing better to lose herself utterly in the touch of her masseur。
But that； alas； was not possible。 She'd e to this shrine of the senses on business； business that could be conducted far more safely and discreetly there than in the Baenre citadel or the ambassador's residence in West Wall。 That was why she； by nature gregarious； had hired a cozy private room containing only two contoured couches and a pair of hulking deafmute human masseurs in preference to her supremely gifted Tluth。
Happily； the tongueless slave she'd chosen for herself was also highly petent。 He kneaded her neck muscles in a way that was pain and bliss at the same time； wringing a groan of sweet release out of her。 Naturally； it was at this somewhat undignified moment that Umrae came though the door。
Not that Waerva's momentary disposure made Umrae smile。 The Baenre couldn't imagine what it would take to acplish that。 A rather gaunt； homely female； her skin the unhealthy dull grayblack color of charcoal； the cut of her nondescript garments subtly divergent from the styles of Menzoberranzan； Umrae always arrived at these clandestine meetings stiff and awkward with nervous tension。 Waerva supposed that was the difference between moners and nobles。 No matter how perilous the situation； an aristocrat always managed a certain grace。
〃She's looking at maps〃 declared Umrae。 Her voice matched her appearance。 There was no music in it。
〃I'm not surprised；〃 Waerva replied。 〃Your mistress is reasonably clever。 I never thought she would remain placent forever。〃 The body servant dug his fingertips into Waerva's upper back； and she shivered。 〃We'll talk about it； but first； please； set my mind at ease。 Tell me that no one who matters saw you enter this particular room。〃
Umrae scowled； apparently irked by the very suggestion。 〃No； of course not。〃
〃Then for pity's sake； take off your clothes。 You supposedly came here for a deepstroke； and you want to look as if you've had one when you get back home。 Besides； these fellows are worth the rent。〃
Still frowning as if she suspected Waerva was perpetrating some sort of joke at her expense； Umrae gestured brusquely to the human； slightly smaller and less muscular than his patriot； whom the Baenre had left for her use。 Careful not to make eye contact； the slave began to undress her and hang her garments on the hooks set in the wall。
〃So what are we going to do？〃 the moner asked。 〃She's guarded。 Even with the resource you gave me； I'm not sure I could kill her and escape； but surely you have skilled assassins at your disposal。〃
〃Of course。〃 Waerva had to close her slanted ruby eyes as her body servant squeezed and rubbed another clenched muscle into warm； limp submission。 It was remarkable how she didn't even realize they were tight until the masseur got his hands on them。 〃Murder would have its advantages。 It would take her off the sava board for good and all。〃
〃Then we're agreed？〃 Umrae asked as she lay down on her couch。 Her body servant gently spread