d Nasad as a whole。 Occasionally I work solely to advance the fortunes of House Zauvirr。〃
〃How could it be otherwise？〃 Talindra said； raising her golden cup。 〃Family； always。 Family over all。〃
Faeryl joined the other noble in the toast。 She'd always enjoyed the sweet dessert wine； but this time it tasted too sweet； almost sickeningly so。 She supposed her nerves were to blame。
The envoy set down her drink and said； 〃Let us discuss how our two families might be of service to one another。 In Ched Nasad； we Zauvirr are allied with House Mylyl。 For the immediate future； we must remain so。 Yet it's also time for the Mylyls to begin their decline； for their wealth and influence to start passing into our hands。 You see the problem。〃
Talindra grinned and said； 〃You want to attack the Mylyls without them realizing who's to blame。〃
〃So why not do it through an intermediary？〃
Elsewhere； someone let out a thin； little wail。 Faeryl tensed； but once again； her guest failed to react。 Fortunately； the sounds of pain were reasonably mon in dark elf dwellings。
〃You want me to lend you some of my males；〃 the matron said； 〃to make the long； dangerous journey to Ched Nasad to raid and kill for you。 It makes sense。 The Mylyls would have no idea who they are； nor that they're working for you。 But what do I get out of it？ Why—？〃
A warrior threw open the door； strode to Talindra's side； and raised a steel baton。
The matron was too quick for him。 Surging up in her chair； she knocked him cold with a punch to the jaw； drew a long knife from her belt； and pivoted toward Faeryl。
The ambassador snatched up Mother's Kiss； which had been lying under the table all the while。 She sprang up； swung the basaltheaded war hammer in an arc and balked the oning Talindra for an instant。
For the next few seconds； the two nobles battled； neither able to score； then Talindra used her free hand to clasp a round medallion pinned to her bodice。 Red light shone from between her fingers。
If the matron had the capacity to throw a spell； that changed the plexion of the fight considerably。 Faeryl needed to end it quickly； perhaps before the first magical effect manifested。 She charged her opponent； striking at her head in an allout attack。
It was a reckless move； and she suffered the consequences。 The knife point jabbed painfully into her ribs。 Luckily； it failed to penetrate the mail she wore beneath her silken gown。 Mother's Kiss slammed into the Menzoberranyr's head and dashed her to the ground。 Her hand slipped away from the amulet； and the glow faded。
An instant later； a second guard burst into the room。
〃We've secured them all； my lady。〃
The warrior was a ruggedlooking male with a chipped incisor and a broken nose； whom she had on occasion summoned to her bed。
〃Good；〃 Faeryl replied。 〃How many did you have to kill？〃
〃Only one； but we could slaughter the rest。 If I may say so； it seems more sensible and less bother than tying them up。〃
〃It does； but I came here to promote good relations between Menzoberranzan and Ched Nasad。 Even though some schemer has rendered my efforts futile； I won't exacerbate the situation by mitting any more outrages than necessary。 You soldiers will do as I bade you。 Strip the Ousstyls； gag them； and tie them up。〃
Talindra groaned and groped feebly for her knife。 Impressed that the matron was still conscious to any degree at all after the blow she'd suffered； Faeryl kicked the blade out of her reach。
〃You can't do this；〃 Talindra croaked； 〃not to House Ousstyl。 We are mighty and never fet at affront。〃
Tense as she was； Faeryl smiled。 The matron's arrogance was woefully misplaced。 The Ousstyls were so insignificant they hadn't even known the ambassador had lost the good will of Triel Baenre。 Otherwise； they would never have accepted an invitation to feast with such a pariah。
Faeryl bashed Talindra again； this time rendering her entirely insensible； then she roamed through the castle； exhorting her minions to make haste。 Soon all were wearing the clothing of the Ousstyls。 For the first time； Faeryl was grateful that her household was relatively small。 Otherwise； they wouldn't have had enough pilfered garments to go around。
She and her lieutenants sported the finery of the Ousstyl dignitaries； while the mon soldiers had donned piwafwi’s and mail； and carried the arms of Talindra's bodyguards。
The outlanders stowed provisions beneath their mantles。 The quantity was insufficient； for they couldn't conceal all that much。 With luck； they'd be able to hunt and forage on the trail。 They headed for the mansion's enclosed stable； where Talindra had left her driftdisc。
Faeryl noticed that some of her retainers were sweaty and wideeyed。 Though she was careful not to show it； she still felt just as apprehensive herself。 Was she mad to flout Triel Baenre's express mand； especially when she and her subordinate priestesses had virtually no magic implements left？
Well； no。 It would be lunacy to sit on her rump and do nothing； knowing that Triel would eventually get around to ordering her arrest。 Even if Faeryl weren't concerned about her own fate； with every passing hour she grew more anxious to learn what had halted all traffic from Ched Nasad； and not just because the trade was important in its own right。 Absurd as it seemed； she couldn't shake the irrational fear that some misfortune had befallen the City of Shimmering Webs itself。
She had to know。 Any great event affecting Ched Nasad could conceivably injure House Zauvirr and diminish her own status。 Moreover； though she would never admit it to another； she cared about her homeland for its own sake。 Not； she assured herself； that she suffered from love； loyalty； or any other soft； undrowlike emotion。 Yet Ched Nasad had shaped her into the person she was。 It was a part of her； and anything that harmed the city would trouble her as well。
In any case； having assaulted and robbed her dinner guests； the die was cast。
The pack and riding lizards hissed and grunted when the party entered the stable。 Faeryl dearly wished she could take some of the reptiles with her； but since Talindra hadn't brought any such beasts along with her； it was out of the question。
The matron's driftdisc was a round； flat stone with an ivory throne fastened on top； the whole floating about a foot above the floor。 The device glowed with a soft white light tinged ever so faintly with green。
Since it was Faeryl who'd appropriated Talindra's attire； she hopped up on the driftdisc； sat in the ornate cushioned chair； and mentally manded the apparatus to levitate up to the proper dignified height。 She endured a bad moment during which nothing happened； and she was sure the Ousstyl had rigged the vehicle in such a way as to keep anyone else from riding it； then the circular platform rose。 It was just sluggish； about what you'd expected of the equipment of the Fiftysecond House。
Two of Faeryl's soldiers threw open the gates； and the party ventured out into the open； her retainers forming a proper column around her as soon as they had the room。
They marched away from the luminous keep that had been their home for fourteen years； past the alleyway where Umrae had died； and onward。 Faeryl couldn't see Triel's watchers； but she could feel their eyes on her。 She felt all but certain they would recognize her。
But maybe not。 Most people saw what they expected to see。 The spies had watched the Ousstyls enter the residence； and just as anticipated； the petty nobles were departing。 Why would anyone bother to peer closely when he was sure he already knew what was going on？
That was the theory； anyway。 At the moment； it seemed a dubious notion on which to gamble her life。
Her pany left the immediate vicinity of the residence without anyone trying to hinder them； which proved nothing。 The watchers wouldn't pop out of hiding and confront the fugitives themselves； They'd scurry away to rouse a pany of warriors； who'd intercept the daughters and sons of Ched Nasad in the street。
Thus； while her expression conveyed the proper mix of serenity and haughtiness； her muscles were stiff； and her mouth dry as she floated down the avenues。 For the moment； she was heading for Narbondellyn； site of the Ousstyls' modest citadel。 It was where the spies would expect her to go。
Drow did their best to clear the way for the matron of even a minor House。 She was grateful for that。 Still； heavily laden carts and the like could only pull aside so quickly。 The impostors' progress was necessarily and nerverackingly sedate。
Finally； though； they passed Narbondel itself； where the magical glow had climbed three quarters of the way to the top of the great stone column。 Faeryl spotted Talindra's fortress and turned her pany aside。 If they actually approached the place； some guard peering down from the ramparts was bound to penetrate their disguises。
They marched south； still without interference。 If someone was chasing them； the ambassador was sure it would have bee apparent by then。 Faeryl took a deep breath； told herself her ruse had succeeded； and tried to relax。 She couldn't； quite。 Perhaps when she reached the Bauthwaf； or better still； escaped Menzoberranyr territory altogether 。 。 。
The outlanders' route carried them to the west of the elevation that was Qu'ellarz'orl； its slopes thick with enormous mushrooms。 Then； at last； they reached one of the city's hundred gates to the tunnels beyond。 The Menzoberranyr defended all of them； but this one at least was a minor exit。 It boasted fewer guards than most。
The fugitives approached boldly； as if they had every legitimate expectation of the sentries ushering them through。 The guards must have wondered why a high priestess would wear an elegant cloak and gown and ride her ceremonial transport for an excursion into the dirty； dangerous caves beyond the city； but a matron's whim was law in Menzoberranzan。 They offered her obeisance； then set about the cumbersome process of unbarring the graniteandadamantine valves—or most of them did。
One officer eyed Faeryl thoughtfully。 He had a foxy； humorous face and was smaller than most males； which apparently didn't hinder him when wielding the heavy broadsword hanging from his baldric。 Though he carried the blade of a warrior； he'd eschewed mail—which could disrupt arcane