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   Ryld clapped him on the shoulder and stood。 He sheathed Splitter and drew his own crossbow。
   〃Yes; but your spell pulls the dragon's fangs;〃 he said。
   〃Get moving;〃 Quenthel said。
   She looked more than a little unfortable herself。 Evidently she didn't care for the unmoving silence of her weapon。 Without waiting; she loped across the courtyard and bounded up the steps leading to the tower's door。 The others followed; blinking in the light of the approaching dawn。 Ryld made a point of keeping watch on the ruined streets and walls behind the party; watching for the return of any of Myth Drannor's monstrous denizens。 The last thing they needed was a band of blood…maddened devils to descend on them while they'd suppressed their own magic。
   At the door of the tower; Quenthel stepped aside for Jeggred。 The hulking draegloth moved up and wrenched the door open; bounding inside。 Masonry cracked and clattered to the stone steps。 Quenthel followed hard on his heels; then Danifae and Valas。 Ryld looked around one last time; and noticed Jezz hanging back。
   〃You're not ing?〃 he asked the Jaelre。
   〃I intend to observe only;〃 Jezz replied。 〃Defeating the beholder is your task; not mine。 If you survive; I'll join you in a few minutes。〃
   Ryld scowled; but ducked inside。 They were in a foyer of some kind; illuminated by slanting rays of dim light from holes in the ancient masonry。 At the far end of the room; a second door stood。 Once the foyer might have been a grand and impressive hall; but the tiles of the floor were cracked and split by deep green mold; and the proud banners and arrases that hung on the walls were little more than tattered rags。 Pharaun stood close by; examining an intricate symbol clearly etched on one block of the floor。 The whole emblem was a little larger than his hand; with a great plexity of curving lines and characters。
   〃A symbol of discord;〃 the wizard observed。 〃If we were not protected by the antimagic field; it would have caused us to fall on each other with murderous fury 。 。 。 but we hardly need a symbol for that; do we?〃
   〃The next room?〃 Ryld asked。
   Jeggred was already by the door。 The draegloth opened it and quickly bounded through; followed by the others; into a round chamber not unlike the bottom of a well。 Several of the floors above had long since collapsed; burying the ground floor in rubble and wreckage; with great wooden beams protruding from the mess。 Heaps of masonry taller than a drow impeded movement。
   Ryld stared into the empty space above; searching for any sign of the monster that was supposed to lurk there。 The others did as well; but all was still。
   〃I see no beholder;〃 Jeggred said。
   Ryld was about to reply when something above them responded in a horrible; croaking voice; 〃Of course not; fools。 I do not wish to be seen!〃
   An instant later the creature lashed out at them。 From somewhere nigh overhead; near the top of the ruined tower; several brilliant rays of magical energy…the deadly beams each of the monster's eyes could fire in order to wound; paralyze; charm; or even disintegrate its foes…lanced downward at the drow; followed by a great blue bolt of lightning conjured by the unseen monster。 Ryld could not see the magic's source。
   The rays and crackling bolt of electricity abruptly winked out just over the drow's heads; negated by Pharaun's zone of null magic。 The creature tried again; bringing different rays to bear and incanting some horrible spell in its deep; droning voice; but those were no more successful。
   Ryld aimed his crossbow up the shaft and guessed at the spot from which the rays had stabbed down at them; loosing his bolt with practiced skill。 A squeal of pain overhead told him that he'd guessed his target well。 Valas; Danifae; and Pharaun fired too; while Jeggred snatched up a good…sized brick in one fighting claw and hurled it up into the darkness with surprising swiftness。 Not all of their barrage struck home; of course。 Even if it had been visible; a beholder's thick chitinous hide could deflect many attacks; and scoring a square hit on the creature when it was garbed in invisibility was more than a little difficult。 Still; a couple of quarrels struck home。
   The beholder mage obviously prehended the nature of the pany's defense very quickly on its own。 Instead of striking directly at the dark elves; it turned its deadly gaze on the wreckage of the upper floors。 With one eye ray it burned through the base of a heavy wooden beam projecting from the tower's stone wall; and with another it seized the timber in a telekinetic grip and flung it down at Valas; who was plying his short…bow to great effect。 The scout threw himself aside just in time to avoid being crushed beneath the massive timber; but lost his balance and fell amid the rubble。 Dust and the cracking of stone filled the air。 The beholder instantly went to work on another wooden beam。 In the meantime the creature changed its droning incantation and began another spell。
   〃We need to climb higher;〃 Quenthel said。 〃The creature is above Pharaun's spell。〃
   〃Do you propose that I should jump?〃 Pharaun asked。 He ducked a head…sized chunk of masonry clattering down from above; and took aim with his crossbow again。 〃The antimagic that protects us also prevents us from flying or levitating up to get at…〃
   〃For Lolth's sake;〃 Ryld exclaimed。 Sign!
   Valas slipped and scrambled over to one side; seeking a better vantage。 The scout drew his shortbow carefully; and loosed another arrow。 The beholder above let out a horrible screech。 The eye rays winked out; and debris stopped falling from overhead。
   The beholder retreated back above the next intact floor; Valas signed。 We'll have to go up and get it。
   Ryld studied the interior walls of the ruined towers carefully。 Perhaps four of the lower floors were missing; leaving at least two or three intact above the ceiling of the highest floor they could see。 At a guess; it was at least a sixty…foot climb; and the masonry was old and damaged。 A skilled climber could make good use of the wreckage of the beams that formerly supported the lower floo
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