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of his face and caught the blade in the meat of his left forearm。 He snarled and pulled it out； blood spattering the dusty cavern floor。
Andzrel didn't wait for him； of course。 The Baenre followed his thrown dagger by hurling himself forward and rolling under Nimor's guard； trying to run him through with a quick jab。
Nimor jumped clear over the weapons master； pulling his feet up close to his body； and landed on the other side。 As Andzrel reversed his thrust and came back up； Nimor punched his rapier through the Baenre's breastplate and scored a deep wound in the weapons master's side。 Andzrel grunted and stumbled； losing his balance。 He sprawled to the ground at Nimor's feet； his two…ended sword flat on the ground below him。
〃A good effort；〃 Nimor said； drawing back his sword to finish off the Baenre。
Before he could strike； a globe of amber energy encased him。 Magical force halted the thrust of his blade as surely as if he'd tried to skewer Narbondel； and resisted his knife as well。
〃What in the Nine Hells？〃 Nimor demanded。
The assassin snarled in rage； even as he realized that the sounds of battle in the tunnel had increased threefold at the same instant。 He glared out of the sphere； trying to determine where it had e from and what was happening。
Outside； dozens of fresh Baenre troops poured into the fight from the tunnel behind the Agrach Dyrr； catching Jazzt and his footsoldiers between hammer and anvil。 The Agrach Dyrr blocking the tunnel were quickly driven away or killed； clearing the retreat for the House Baenre contingent。 Nimor watched in cold wrath as the Baenre began to stream past his magical prison； reinforcing their embattled kin。 In the space of a few moments； the battle rolled away from him and back into the main cavern。
Nimor glanced back down the tunnel； and found himself looking at a tall； round…bodied wizard in the colors of House Baenre； who studied the amber globe with a smirk of self…satisfaction。 Zal'therra and Andzrel both stared at the newer as well。
〃Nauzhror；〃 said the priestess。 Blood streamed from her injured hip。 〃Your timing is impeccable。〃
〃A fortunate accident； really；〃 the wizard purred。 〃The matron mother instructed me to obtain news from the field； and so I scried the army； found the battle underway； and noted your difficulties。 I made use of a very valuable scroll to raise a gate and bring you some help。〃 He turned and studied Nimor in the globe of energy。 〃Isn't this fierce fellow Captain Zhayemd of Agrach Dyrr？〃
〃So he says； anyway；〃 Andzrel gritted。 〃Can you destroy him in that sphere？〃
〃Not right away。 It simply captures someone for a time； encapsulating the victim in an impervious shield of magical force。 It will fade in a short while； after which you may kill him at your leisure。〃
〃Later； then；〃 Andzrel said； dismissing the question of the trapped Nimor。
With one hand he groped for a small vial at his belt…a healing potion； Nimor guessed…and drank it down。 He glanced back at the fighting； his face expressionless as he studied the savage melee。
Zal'therra limped up beside him and said； 〃Make ready to charge。 With Nauzhror's reinforcements； we can turn the tables on these cursed dwarves and tanarukks。〃 She looked over to the wizard。 〃How many soldiers did you bring？〃
〃Only a single pany； I fear。 The matron mother did not want to risk any more of our strength in a lost battle； if things go poorly。〃
Zal'therra began to protest； but Andzrel set a hand on her arm。
〃No；〃 he said； 〃the matron mother was right。 Now that we've secured our line of retreat； we must withdraw any Houses we can from the fight。 The duergar and their tanarukk allies have won the day。〃
Nauzhror's eyes widened and he asked； 〃Is it as bad as that？〃
〃If we move swiftly；〃 Andzrel answered； 〃we will bring a good portion of our soldiers off the field yet。 Once we've got the important Houses out of the fray； we can make a fighting retreat all the way to Menzoberranzan if we have to。 There is no time to lose； if we want to save Xorlarrin and Tuin'Tarl。 Fey…Branche is all but gone； I haven't the faintest idea what happened to Barrison Del'Armgo； and Duskryn and Kenafin were swept away by the tanarukks。 Menzoberranzan can't lose any more drow here。〃
〃Your retreat will only delay the inevitable；〃 Nimor said。 〃You can't stop it now。〃
Andzrel leaned on his two…bladed sword and threw a dark look at Nimor。
〃On second thought；〃 the weapons master said； 〃I'll detail a few lads to wait for this sphere to fade。 I see no reason to let him live a moment longer than I have to。〃 He met Nimor's eyes with a cold expression。 〃Your House will rue the day you betrayed our city； traitor。〃
Nimor tried the force globe again； to no avail。 Andzrel； Zal'therra； and the Baenre wizard turned away and followed their soldiers into the renewed battle； while several Baenre guards trotted back and took up stations surrounding the sphere of force。
〃I'll see you in Menzoberranzan；〃 Nimor promised the Baenre。
The Anointed Blade invoked the power of his ring； and disappeared from the force globe into the weling shadows。
Four hours later； the pany stood again beneath the bronze mask of Vhaeraun in the chapel of Minauthkeep。 Battered； filthy mail had been laboriously cleaned； broken links mended； arming coats laundered。 Those who had lost their packs； bedrolls； or other gear carried replacements purchased from Jaelre merchants。 For the first time since leaving Gracklstugh Halisstra felt clean； rested； and reasonably well prepared for the next step in her journey。 She sorely missed the mail she'd worn as First Daughter of House Melarn； and the thundering mace her mother had given her a century past； but she still had her lyre； and Seyll Auzkovyn's mail and sword were not entirely useless substitutes。
The sword in particular seemed a fine piece of work。 It carried a potent virtue of holiness that made it tingle unpleasantly in the dark elf's grip； but Halisstra suspected its blade would be unbearable to any fell creature who felt its bite。 Considering the fact th