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Nimor turned his attention back to the battle。 The Agrach Dyrr riders； well clear of the Pillars； charged madly in a circle； skirting the perimeter of the cave and avoiding the main mass of the Menzoberranyr army。 Their task was to get to the rear and aid the Agrach Dyrr infantry in sealing the tunnel through which the Army of the Black Spider had just e。
Duergar cavalry streamed up and through the gap； overrunning the positions that had been supposedly held against them and spilling out onto the cavern floor。 Several of the House contingents in the van of the march milled about in evident disorder； surprised to find themselves suddenly faced with a thundering charge in an open field instead of siege…work and camp…building behind a stout line。
Other Houses responded to the sudden assault with adroitness and valor。 The huge Baenre contingent raised a fierce war cry of their own； and dashed forward to seize the pass before any more duergar could flood through it。
〃A bold move； Andzrel；〃 Nimor said； not without admiration。 〃Unfortunately； I think it's too late to put the cork back in that bottle。〃
Nimor flicked his war…lizard's reins and positioned himself for a better view of the cavern center。 He'd expected the mad rush of motion； the sight of armored ranks surging forward to crash and retreat like the bloody surf of an iron sea； but the sound of the battle was intolerable。 Caught by rock above； below； and to all sides； the roars； screams； and clang of weapons on shields became pletely indistinguishable； growing into a single great thundering sound that continued to build and build as more and more warriors became embroiled in the fighting。
〃The noise will stand to our advantage；〃 he cried over his shoulder to Horgar； though he could not hear his own words。 〃The manders of the Army of the Black Spider must decide how to respond； and give the appropriate orders。〃
〃Aye；〃 the gray dwarf monarch answered。 Nimor had to strain to understand him。 〃The middle of a fight is hardly the best time to draw up your plan of battle！〃
A brilliant lightning bolt tore into the duergar ranks； followed by a thunderclap audible even over the din of the battle。 Exploding balls of fire and scathing sheets of flame streaked across the battlefield； as wizards on each side began to make their presence felt。
Nimor frowned。 A handful of powerful wizards could decide the issue； even in the teeth of the ferocious duergar assault and the duplicity of his allies in Agrach Dyrr； but there were wizards among the duergar troops； too； many of them disguised as mon riders and infantrymen。 As the drow mages struck at the attacking gray dwarves； they gave away their own positions。 Duergar wizards answered each bolt of lightning； each blast of fire； in kind； and in moments the cavern was filled with flashes of painful light and ruddy fire； the air hot and acrid with the mighty magic thrown heedlessly from one side to the other。
Try as he might； Nimor couldn't tell whose magic would prevail； as the whole terrible scene descended into plete anarchy。 In the space of a few dozen heartbeats； the sheer mass of Menzoberranyr troops in the middle of the cavern checked the initial rush of the duergar charge； the two armies tangling in a long line of contact that snaked across the cavern floor for hundreds of yards。 Standards waved and fell； war…lizards reared and plunged； as the great charge bogged down into a thousand individual duels。
Rushing columns of heavily armored duergar pressed through the seams where dark elf Houses met； streaming in and around their desperately battling foes。 Nimor smiled grimly。 The dark elves had very little notion of how to weld their panies together to make an army into a single weapon； but each House contingent was a small army of deadly； seasoned veterans by itself。 The duergar assault had smashed the Army of the Black Spider into twenty smaller forces that swarmed and stung back like a basket of scorpions that had been kicked over。
〃Our victory is still in question； Nimor；〃 Horgar called from above。 〃The cursed wizards have checked our first assault！〃
〃Yes； but you have forced the Pillars； have you not？〃 Nimor shouted back。 〃I'd thought the initial charge would break the Menzoberranyr outright； but it seems the House armies are not so easily swept away。〃
As he surveyed the battle； Nimor thought the gray dwarves； with advantage of surprise； would most likely be able to defeat the Houses of Menzoberranzan in detail； but it would be a long hard day of fighting to reduce the dark elf force。 House Baenre； in particular； had managed to close the Pillars of Woe for the moment； and the longer Andzrel held the pass； the better the dark elves' chances were。
Fortunately； Nimor had taken steps against this very possibility。 The Menzoberranyr seemed heavily engaged to the front with the gray dwarf assault。 It was time to slip his knife between Menzoberranzan's ribs while their swords were locked。
〃Now； Aliisza；〃 he said into the raging air。
Nimor wheeled his mount around； drew his sword； and spurred his war…lizard down into the confused fray。 Mez'Barris Armgo and Andzrel Baenre were somewhere near the center of the fight； and he intended to make sure they did not escape the destruction of their army。
A little less than half a mile away； crowded into a small tunnel that descended from the east toward the upper field at the head of the Pillars of Woe； Aliisza stood with her eyes closed； her mind focused on the spell that allowed her to observe Nimor。 By virtue of the magic she used； she heard his every word as if he'd spoken clearly in a quiet room。 She shook herself and allowed the spell to dissipate。
〃It's time；〃 she said to Kaanyr Vhok。
〃Good；〃 the warlord said。 His pointed teeth were bared in a fierce smile； anticipating battle。 He glanced at the assassin Zammzt； who stood nearby。 〃Well； renegade； I suppose this is your lucky day。 I will throw my warriors against the dark elves； not your duergar allies。〃
Zammzt inclined his head and replied； 〃I assure you； you will not regret it； Warlord。 Destroy