war of the spider queen 3 condemnation-第21章
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Coalhewer muttered into his beard； but he didn't bother to argue the point any further。 He jerked his head toward the curtain； and led Ryld and Valas outside。 The dark elves picked up their arms； and in a few minutes they'd left the brewery behind them。
〃Now； what should we make of that？〃 Valas wondered aloud。 〃Do you know another clan that might help out； Coalhewer？〃
〃Maybe； but if Horgar's cracking down on informal passes and such things； ye'll have trouble anywhere ye go。〃 The dwarf scratched at his beard。 〃I'll have to ask some questions； and I don't think ye'd best be with me。〃
Ryld looked to Valas； who thought carefully before agreeing； and even then the weapons master didn't think his fellow Menzoberranyr looked sufficiently confident in their guide's loyalty。
When Halisstra and Danifae returned to the Cold Foundry； they found that Quenthel had rented one of the inn's larger wings； a freestanding structure with its own small mon room and eight private chambers on two floors。 The whole wing seemed to be built and decorated to a duergar's conception of drow fort。 Its furnishings were proportioned for drow…sized guests； not dwarves； it was richly appointed with tapestries and lavish rugs； and all the doors had locks。 Dark elves didn't require endless hours of sleep in the same manner as lesser races； but few drow felt safe or fortable in a deep； dreaming Reverie unless they were taking their ease behind a locked door。
The rest of the pany； with the exception of Pharaun； reclined on the rugs or sat at the mon room's table； partaking of a bountiful meal acpanied by silver ewers of wine。 Armor and packs lay stacked against the walls； but weapons remained within easy reach。
Halisstra raised an eyebrow； eyeing the banquet spread out on the sideboard。 A large roast of rothe； several wheels of finely molded cheeses； and steaming platters of braised mushrooms reminded her how long she'd been without a decent； hot meal。
〃The food's safe？〃 she asked。
Quenthel snorted。 〃Do you think we're stupid？ Of course we checked it。 The innkeeper sent us a cask of drugged wine the first time around； but we plained to the management〃…Jeggred looked up and smiled with a mouthful of fangs at that； and Halisstra guessed she knew what form that plaint had taken…〃so the banquet is plimentary。 Enjoy。〃
Halisstra performed her own examination of the table anyway； relying on a magic ring she wore for just that purpose。 Poisons were too monplace among highborn drow to take any meal for granted。 Satisfied； she helped herself and sat down by the table。 Danifae took some food as well； and took a place； reclining on a low lounge near Quenthel。
〃I see the wizard has not yet returned。 Have you had any luck？〃 Halisstra asked Valas as she ate。
The scout sat cross…legged beside the door； his knife belt loosened but still around his narrow hips。 He sipped at a mug of mulled wine； and chewed thoughtfully on a piece of bread。
〃After a fashion；〃 he said。 〃The weapons master and I encountered no overt hostility； but we didn't get as far as I would have liked； despite our efforts to impress upon the duergar the importance of time。〃 He jingled the pouch of coins at his belt。 〃I don't know if this is a sign that something unusual is happening； but Coalhewer didn't like it。〃
〃Where is the dwarf？〃 asked Danifae。
〃He wanted to see if he could obtain a writ through other channels。〃
〃You trust him to do that？〃
〃Not entirely； but it's something we could not easily do ourselves。〃 The scout grimaced and said； 〃It's one thing to deal with the duergar clans in a reasonably forthright fashion。 If I was caught looking into forging our passes； I would look very much like a spy； wouldn't I？ And so would all of you； by association。〃
〃Real spies would approach Gracklstugh in much the same manner we have；〃 Ryld said from one corner； where Splitter leaned against the wall； within easy reach。
〃True； but remember that Coalhewer is something of a smuggler himself。 He's hardly anxious to bring us to the attention of the crown prince；〃 Valas replied。 〃Still； the weapons master and I settled for replenishing our provisions； so we're ready to leave whenever Coalhewer obtains our pass。〃
〃It seems we've done all we can for now；〃 Halisstra observed。 〃I； for one； am tired of blinding deserts； soul…bleaching shadowlands； and bare cavern floors。 If we're soon to return to the bleak and fortless wilds； I'll enjoy what civilization I can。〃
Halisstra held up her cup for Danifae to fill。 The battle captive rose sinuously and refilled her mistress's goblet。
〃Drink if you like； but don't let your wits bee too sodden；〃 Quenthel warned from her couch。 〃We're hardly among friends in this filthy city。〃
〃When are any of us truly among friends？〃 Ryld asked with a snort。
Halisstra laughed softly and said； 〃Indeed； Ryld； but tonight we can rest in fort； confident in the knowledge that we none of us trust each other and that not too far away lurk grim enemies who would destroy us if they could。 Would we have it any other way？〃
Danifae carried the ewer to Quenthel。 Ignoring the subtle writhing of the priestess's serpent whip； she lowered her eyes and leaned forward to refill the high priestess's cup。
〃We must seize what pleasures we can when the opportunity arises；〃 Danifae added。 〃Is that not the purpose of power？〃
Halisstra sipped her wine and watched the scene。 Danifae had neglected to don an arming…coat beneath her mail； as she had found the black mithral shirt without its leather padding。 Of course； Halisstra had already offered Danifae a spare coat of her own； and she had no doubt that in the morning Danifae would accept it。 In the meantime； the girl's perfect dark skin gleamed through the metal mesh； and her full； round breasts swayed enticingly beneath the steel as she stooped to pour Quenthel's wine。 The males in the room could not take their eyes from her； try as they might。 Even Jeggred； four…armed hulking beast that he was； seemed entranced by the girl's grace and beauty。 Valas frowned and busied himself with oiling his kukris； obviously sensing the peril of the moment and recoiling with his usual caution。 Ryld； on the other hand。 。 。 。
Ryld was looking at her。 Halisstra carefully kept the surprise from her face as she met the weapons master's gaze。 Their eyes locked。 His expression seemed avid； intense； and Halisstra knew that Danifae's posturing could not have escaped his notice； but instead of gaping at the girl in her armor of metal mesh； the weapons master turned that gaze on her。
Ryld offered a slight smile and made a soft gesture with his hand： An interesting play。
I do not follow your meaning； Halisstra replied； though she could see easily enough that the weapons master knew perfectly well that she did。
She returned her attention to Danifae as the girl kneeled close beside Quenthel； sipping her own wine。 The pany grew quiet； and Ryld pulled out his traveling sava set to play a game against Valas while the others contented themselves with savoring a moment's respite from danger。
Pharaun returned eventually； a handful of scrolls tucked under one arm。 He retired to his chamber after a couple of halfhearted jibes at the weapons master to break his concentration。 Ryld won anyway； though the Bregan D'aerthe scout gave a good account of himself。
〃It has been a long day；〃 Quenthel said。 〃I shall retire to my chambers。 Jeggred； Valas； split the watch tonight。 Two others will watch tomorrow。〃
She stood and stretched； and turned her eyes on Danifae before gliding out of the room。
〃I think I'll do the same；〃 Danifae said。
The battle captive glanced at Halisstra； offered a coy smile； and went quickly after Quenthel。 Ryld put away his sava board and headed up to his room； while Valas and Jeggred tossed a coin for first watch。 Halisstra stood； gathered her piwafwi around her； and went up to her own room。 She paused briefly by Quenthel's door and listened； just long enough to hear what might have been a soft gasp or a rustle 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
