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〃But we can；〃 said Pharaun。 〃I can fill the house with a poisonous vapor； my friend can start chopping you to pieces。 。。。 So please； be sennotsible； go now。 If the enemy breaks in here； your chances will be signifinotcantly worse。〃
They looked sullenly back at him。 He smiled and shrugged； and Ryld hefted Splitter。 The moners began to scurry toward the door。
The two masters fell in at the back of the crowd； prepared to chivvy folk along as necessary。
〃Shadows of the Pit；〃 murmured Pharaun； 〃I wasn't at all sure they would actually do it。 I am a persuasive devil； aren't I？ It must be my honest face。〃
〃Decoys aren't a bad idea；〃 said Ryld； 〃but now that I think of it； why not just turn us invisible？〃
Pharaun snorted。 〃Do I tell you which end of the sword to grip？ Invisnotibility's too mon a trick。 I'm sure our foes are prepared to counter it。 Whereas the illusion may work。 It's one of my personal； private spells； and we Mizzrym are famously deft with phantasm。 Now； when we get outnotside； don't lose track of me。 You don't want to go skipping off with the wrong Pharaun。〃
Most of the moners had vacated the house。 Pharaun drew a deep breath； steadying himself； and he and Ryld plunged out into the open。
The moners were scattering as directed。 As far as Pharaun could tell； no one had attacked any of them。 Perhaps； as he'd hoped； the enemy was entirely flummoxed。
The masters； fleeing like the rest； turned one corner and another。 Phanotraun was beginning to feel the smugness that es from outwitting an adversary when something rattled and rustled above his head。 He looked up in time for it to slam him in the face and knock him down。 Dropped from a fair height； the thick； coarse strands of rope prising the net struck with the force of a club。
Also trapped； Ryld cursed； the language vulgar enough to make the Braeryn proud。
Pharaun needed a second to shake off the shock of the impact； and he realized his current situation was even more unfortunate than he'd initially thought。 The net； woven in a spider web pattern； was animate。 Scraping his skin； striving to render him pletely immobile； the heavy mesh shifted and tightened around him。
A foulwing landed on the street。 In the saddle sat an otherwise handnotsome priestess with a scarred face…a Mizzrym face； lean； intelligent； and sardonic。 Strangely； she wore a domino mask； and Pharaun suspected he knew why。
Grinning； the female said； 〃I knew you'd try to trick me with illusions； Pharaun。 That's why I brought a talisman of true seeing。〃
Though he wasn't sure she could see it from outside the net； Pharaun made it a point to smile back when he said； 〃And you were correct。 Hello； Greyanna。〃
Quenthel was immune to fear。 She did not； could not； panic。 Or so she had always believed； and in fact； she wasn't panicking； but she was as desnotperate and bewildered as any ill…wisher could desire。
She wasn't certain； but she believed the vipers' hissing and a bump and clatter had roused her from her trancelike state of repose。 She'd opened her eyes and seen nothing。 Evidently someone had conjured a patch of darknotness a