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with his own black rapier。 Sil'zet shrieked in agony and wrenched away； but Nimor tripped her expertly。 She sprawled to the ground and writhed。 Nimor followed her and sank the point of his rapier into the notch of her collarbone。
This time； the demon made him pay for ignoring it。 Screeching in rage； it flailed at him with its bone sword； cutting a long； burning gash across his shoulder blade as he tried to spin out of the way。 Nimor gritted his teeth against the pain and rolled away before the creature could cut him in two。
Vadalma barked out the mand word for her mother's wand and blasted blindly with the shadow sphere in Nimor's direction； flaying the assassin's flesh with ebon tendrils as cold and as sharp as razors。
The door guards burst in with blades bared； their faces cold and expressionless。 They closed with uncanny swiftness； sword points weaving as they groped closer to Nimor； following him with quick jerks of their heads as if the scuffle of his boots and panting of his breath betrayed him。
I've done what I came for； Nimor decided。
Ghenni was dead； and Sil'zet clearly dying。 Her heels drummed on the marble floor as she drowned in her own blood。 He would have liked to have killed Vadalma as well； but the demon and the door guards…whatever they actually were…simply plicated matters beyond practical resolution。
With a grimace of resignation； Nimor backed off several steps and blinked away with the power of his ring； emerging an instant later near the balcony where he had first entered the castle。 The forbidding kept him from escaping in a single dimensional leap； but the assassin simply seized the body of the Tlabbar wizard he'd left by the door and darted outside again。 The cut across his shoulders burned abominably； and his legs ached where the icy tendrils of the sphere had lashed him； but Nimor drew in a deep breath and allowed himself a feral grin of triumph。
〃Fortunate fellows；〃 he said to the dead males at his feet。 〃When the Tlabbars determine that you guarded the door through which I came； you will be glad that you are dead。〃
The bodies made no response； of course。 They never did。
He glanced out at the faerielight glimmering over the battlements of the castle； listening to the alarms and cries of dismay rising from within。 He would have liked to savor the sounds for a long time； but pursuit could not be far behind。 With a sigh； he clenched his fist around his black ring and willed himself away。
Halisstra and Ryld played two games； using a small traveling board the weapons master kept in a pouch at his belt。 Ryld Argith won both games； though Halisstra pressed him hard in both。 She'd always had a knack for sava； though she could tell early on that she was playing a master。 Long； silent hours passed in the darkness； with no sign that the lamias had discovered their hiding place。
I can't believe they haven't followed us； Halisstra remarked at the end of the second game。
We slew many of their favorite thralls； I guess。 The lamias were careless of the lives of their slaves； and perhaps do not have enough left to do a proper job of searching the city for us。 Ryld smiled coldly。 For that matter； we slew a few lamias； too。 Perhaps they're not very anxious to find us。
As long as they leave us be； Halisstra replied。
With the sava game no longer holding her interest； she realized that she was dreadfully hungry。 They'd eaten a thin breakfast before sunrise from the few supplies they'd brought from Ched Nasad； but Halisstra was certain that the day was drawing down。 Drow could stand privation better than most； but hard bat followed by hours of vigilance had left her physically exhausted。
I'm starving； she flashed at Ryld。 Things seem quiet。 I'm going to slip back to the camp and break out some stores。 Stay alert。
The weapons master nodded； and whispered； 〃Hurry back。〃
Halisstra rose and wrapped her piwafwi close around her。 The hall was still and dark； as it had been for hours。 She stole quietly back to the chamber where the others waited for Pharaun to ready his spells； using all the stealth she could muster。 She could hear soft voices ahead； Quenthel and Danifae conversing quietly in the ruined gallery。
A dark shadow flitted across Halisstra's heart。 When she thought about it； there were few things she wished Danifae and Quenthel to speak about。
I should not have left them alone； she chided herself。 I let Quenthel order me about like a male！
Deliberately； she crept closer； a silent shadow in the darkness。 She could see Pharaun sitting wrapped in a blanket； deep in Reverie as he leaned against the wall； his eyes heavy and half…lidded。 Quenthel and Danifae sat close together； turned a little away from the wizard； which brought them close to the passage in which Halisstra stood。
〃What do you think you will do when we return to Menzoberranzan； girl？ Do you think some high station awaits your mistress there？〃 Quenthel said； her whispers scornful and acidic。
〃I do not know； Mistress；〃 Danifae said after a long time。 〃I have not thought that far ahead。〃
〃Orcswill。 You have been thinking hard from the moment I laid eyes on you in the audience hall of House Melarn。 In fact； I'll even hazard a guess as to what must occupy your thoughts。 You are wondering how you can bring about your return to House Yauntyrr in Eryndlyn； with Halisstra Melarn as your battle captive。〃
〃I dare not entertain such a thought…〃
Quenthel laughed cruelly and said； 〃Save your innocent protests for someone more gullible； girl。 You still have not answered my question。 Why should I take you and your mistress back to Menzoberranzan？〃
〃It would be my hope；〃 Danifae said in a faltering voice； 〃that I might have an opportunity to demonstrate my usefulness to you； so that you might choose to give me the opportunity to serve。〃
〃I see you do not presume to answer for your mistress this time；〃 Quenthel snorted。 〃So I should reward your faithless insolence by shielding you in House Baenre； when I know that you are nothing more than an opportunistic viper who will abandon her