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le of clothing； then she moved on。 Quenthel's serpents would likely report an eavesdropper at her door。
Clever girl； Halisstra thought。 Quenthel was an astute and daring move indeed。
In Ched Nasad Halisstra had sent Danifae to seduce a rival on more than one occasion。 Even the most pragmatic priestess had her favorite pets； and sometimes an otherwise cold and calculating female might be manipulated through her secret pleasures。 Halisstra doubted that Danifae could succeed in establishing any real influence over Quenthel； but at the worst； she was providing the Mistress of Arach…Tinilith with a reason not to abandon Halisstra and her handmaid on a whim。 Of course； if Danifae's services proved too valuable to Quenthel； the Baenre might be inclined to claim the captive as her own； but that was a risk Halisstra was willing to take。
Even if Danifae continued to encourage the Baenre to do just that； Halisstra thought of the silver locket around the girl's neck； and allowed herself a smile。 Unless Danifae managed to free herself of the binding spell； she couldn't take the smallest step in that direction； as Halisstra's death would precipitate her own。 For the moment Halisstra felt she could rely on Danifae's loyalty。
Halisstra found her room and undressed for bed； setting her armor on a chest in the small room and leaving her mace where she could reach it quickly。
She drifted into Reverie thinking about Quenthel and Danifae together。
Aliisza rode in an iron palanquin through the streets of Gracklstugh； carried by four ogres and escorted by a dozen tanarukk warriors。 The tanarukks wore armor of burnished iron and carried wickedly hooked greatswords。 One fellow carried a yellow banner emblazoned with Kaanyr Vhok's assumed symbol…a scepter clasped in a gauntleted hand。 Twice their number of gray dwarf warriors escorted the embassy along； suspicious glares fixed rigidly on the black palanquin and its occupant。 The alu…fiend preened just a little beneath the attention。 She would have moved much quicker on her own； of course； but making a grand entrance into the city of the gray dwarves might encourage the duergar to take her seriously。 Besides； it was fun。
The journey from the halls of old Ammarindar had not been particularly swift or easy。 Aliisza and her warriors had pressed hard at their best possible speed for five days along ancient dwarven highways to reach the shores of the Darklake； and it had taken three days more to obtain a duergar boat to cross it。 She was growing tired of dashing this way and that through the Underdark at Kaanyr Vhok's mand。 On the other hand； it continued to demonstrate her usefulness to the demonspawned warlord； and perhaps it wasn't a bad thing that circumstances gave her reasons to leave his side from time to time。 It whetted his appetite for her return； and sometimes gave her the opportunity to indulge her taste for 。。。 variety。
Gracklstugh seemed to be one great smithy； a city of roaring forges and reeking smoke。 It struck Aliisza as not unlike the foundry hall in the ruins of Ammarindar； except Kaanyr Vhok's forge was only a fraction of the size of the gray dwarf realm。
What an ugly place； Aliisza thought。 Still； the sheer scale of the work that went on around her was staggering。 More than once； she spotted ponents of siege engines of enormous size being assembled in their workshops。 Ched Nasad might have been far more graceful and insidious； but Gracklstugh was strong。 Dwarven skill and single…mindedness seemed almost a match for drow magic and cruelty。
The gray dwarves turned her escort toward a great fortress delved into a mighty stalagmite。 Ramparts of stone and turrets of iron guarded the sloping sides of the duergar castle。 As the ogres carried her into the open gate of the king's palace； Aliisza could not check her impulse to glance up at the mighty portcullis and deadly devices poised to crush any attack。 She had several ways to escape if she needed to； but none of her warriors would get out of the palace alive if the gray dwarves decided not to let them leave。
The procession came to a halt in a large； cheerless hall whose floor was made of polished stone slabs。
〃It seems that I am here；〃 Aliisza said to herself。
She tapped on the palanquin's side； and the ogres lowered the carriage carefully to the floor。 The alu…fiend waited for the seat to settle； then let herself out； straightening and stretching her wings。
A duergar officer wearing a plain black surcoat over his armor approached her。
〃You said you wished to see the crown prince；〃 he stated。
〃At his earliest convenience；〃 Aliisza replied。 She'd had the same conversation several times that day with various gray dwarf lieutenants and captains。
〃Who are you； again？〃
〃I am Aliisza； an envoy from Kaanyr Vhok； the Sceptered One； Lord of Ammarindar and Master of Hellgate Keep。 I believe your crown prince will find my lord's message worth listening to。〃
The officer scowled doubtfully。
〃They stay here；〃 he said； nodding at Aliisza's entourage。 〃Follow me。〃
Aliisza glanced at the leader of her escort； a battered old tanarukk champion with a missing tusk； and said； 〃You and your warriors wait here。 I might be a while。〃
She followed the duergar captain deeper into the fortress； flanked by another half…dozen gray dwarf soldiers。 She decided to think of them as an honor guard。
They climbed a wide； sweeping stairway that might have been impressive if the gray dwarves had taken a single step toward decorating the place； and finally came to a throne room with huge； stone columns supporting a vaulted ceiling high overhead。
At the far end of the chamber stood a knot of gray dwarves。 By the way they moved； and the cold regard in their eyes； Aliisza guessed that they were the high advisors and nobles of the realm； but their garb displayed no such ostentation。 In their midst stood the only gray dwarf she'd seen yet with any kind of ornamentation； a burly fellow who wore a hauberk of gleaming chain mail beneath an embroidered surcoat of black and gold。 A circlet of gold rested atop his bare