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he turned and strode away into the forest。
Halisstra； seeing that the priestesses were watching Ryld； briefly considered making a bolt for freedom； then she decided against it。 Instead she stared at the spot in the forest that Ryld had disappeared into as the priestesses gathered up Seyll's weapons and armor。
Ryld will be better off in the Underdark； she told herself。 He wouldn't have been happy up here。
Surrendering had been the only way to ensure his safety。
Feliane unfastened the silver chain at her waist and motioned for Halisstra to hold out her hands。 Halisstra did； and the chain came alive； wrapping itself tightly around her wrists。 Her strength seeped from her body and flowed out into the links of metal； leaving her as weak as sun…rotted adamantine。 She staggered； fighting down the panic that was threatening to rise within her。 What had she just done？ She told herself to stay calm； and that she still had one weapon left。 The time would e； when Ryld was far away and safe； that she could use the magic of the bae'qeshel。
Staring at Feliane's youthful； guileless face further reassured Halisstra。 In Feliane she saw softness…a weakness she could turn to her advantage。 Despite the way Halisstra had used her once before； Feliane actually believed Halisstra's pledge…that she had e back to redeem herself。 All it would take was a friendly smile and a few words。 Halisstra parted her lips…
…but the priestess who had slain the troll strode up to her and grabbed her chin； turning her head to the side。 Belatedly； Halisstra noticed the priestess was humming。 Halisstra tried to speak but found herself unable to make even the slightest noise。
〃I will take this one back to the temple myself；〃 the priestess said。 〃Eilistraee will decide her fate： the song 。。。 or the sword。〃
Ryld fumed as he strode away into the forest； wet ferns squelching under his boots。 He had done what Halisstra had wanted； he'd walked away。 Why then did he feel so impotent； so angry？
Because he'd saved himself and left her to die。
As a priestess of Lolth had ordered； he reminded himself。 And he； a good male； always obeyed。
A former priestess of Lolth； he corrected himself。
Perhaps that was why she was so willing to die； to join the goddess who had gone before her。
Shaking his head bitterly； he curled his fingers into the blasphemous gesture Halisstra had used。
〃Go ahead and let them kill you then； Halisstra； if that's what you。 。。〃
Was that what she wanted？ Halisstra's face had been as frozen and expressionless as the black stone face that sealed the temple…or was it the tomb？…of Lolth。 But Ryld had been able to sense the powerful emotions just beneath that cold surface。 She'd proven that she cared for him； earlier； when they were fighting the troll。 If all she'd been doing was using him； all that time； she could have saved her own life simply by fleeing； leaving him to die 。。。
Just as Pharaun had done。
A thought occurred to Ryld then…a notion that was almost inconceivable； so foreign was it to the drow creed。 Had Halisstra deliberately sacrificed herself so that he might live？
No； that couldn't be possible。 She must have one final trick in her pocket…some hidden weapon or scroll that would allow her to escape； to rejoin him。 But if so； why hadn't she given him some clue…
Because she was worried that the priestesses would hear it？ Or was it because she expected Ryld to e to her？ To help her escape。
Ryld； who had been slowing his pace all along； at last stopped。 He stood； listening to the rain pattering down on the branches overhead； wondering if any of the priestesses had followed him。 With all the noise the rain was making； he couldn't be certain they hadn't。
He hated the constant dribble of water from the sky。 It trickled down his face； making him squint。 It had turned his piwafwi into a heavy； wet blanket that clung to his shoulders and stuck to his thighs as he walked。 It was making his armor squeak and would eventually cause his swords to rust。 The rain was like a waterfall he couldn't step out of。 He was trapped in it…just as he was trapped in the invisible webs Halisstra had woven around him with her smiles and kisses and sighs。
Pulling his wet piwafwi closer around him； he enveloped himself in its magic； being just another shadow in the overcast and dripping forest。 He made his way back to the spot where they'd fought the troll。
Ryld circled the area； searching the rapidly melting slush for footprints to see which way Halisstra and the priestesses had gone； but found none。 Cautiously he crept closer to the spot； expecting to hear their voices at any moment。
He saw the swath of chopped vegetation the barrier of blades had cleared and the blackened patch of ground where the troll had died； but no sign of the priestesses。 He drew Splitter and spoke the words that would activate its magic； assuring himself that the priestesses weren't using an illusion or invisibility to cloak themselves。
Satisfied that he was alone； he strode into the clearing。 Squatting； he studied the footprints left in the slush。
Halisstra stood here； he thought； and one of the priestesses there。 The other two had stood there； and there 。 。 。
And that was where the footsteps stopped。 The priestesses hadn't left on foot； they'd used magic to spirit themselves away…and Halisstra with them。
She was gone； and there was no trail to follow。
Unless 。 。 。
Yes； it's just possible； he thought as his eye fell on a footprint in the slush。
It was the track of the gray animal that had been fleeing through the forest。 The beasts had been municating with each other； at least； and might just municate with him。
Ryld sheathed his sword； and began to follow the trail。
Chapter Ten
Valas peered down at the expanse of dark water below him。 Lake Thoroot was even larger than he'd been told…so wide that the far side of it was lost in darkness。 It reminded him of the wide； flat expanse of Anauroch； the desert they'd recently visited。 The difference； however； was that the lake had steep cliffs hemming it in on every side； a waterfall that thundered into it from the cavern where Valas perched； and a high； domed ceiling overhead。 Enormous stalactites hung from that ceiling。 Some had points that touched the water； others were broken off like jagged teeth； making the cavern look like an enormous； ranged mouth。 Valas shivered； hoping it wasn't an omen of what was to e。
A hand touched his shoulder。 Turning； he saw Pharaun。 Danifae was right behind him。
〃What's wrong？〃 the mage asked。
〃Nothing；〃 Valas answered。 〃It's just the spray from the waterfall。 I'm chilled。〃
Quenthel scrambled up behind Pharaun and Danifae…who backed away； one wary eye on the whip in Quenthel's belt。 Quenthel was crouching to negotiate the low ceiling； her hands and feet spread wide to keep her balance on the slippery rocks。 That and the hungry gleam in her eye made her look like a dark spider。 Jeggred was one pace behind her； as usual； moving nimbly across the uneven ledge； his second； smaller set of arms held out for balance。
Quenthel peered into the vast cavern beyond the waterfall and asked； 〃Have we reached Lake Thoroot？〃
Her voice was barely audible over the roar of falling water。
〃It's just below；〃 Valas answered with a nod。 〃About fifty paces straight down。〃
〃Do you see any sign of the city…or the ship？〃
Valas shook his head and replied； 〃Both are probably far beneath the surface。〃
But which part of the surface？ he wondered。
For all Valas knew； Zanhoriloch was on the far side of the lake； though he wasn't about to admit that to Quenthel。 They had entered through the only approach to the lake the scout was familiar with。 The last thing he wanted was to exhibit any weakness or uncertainty； even after they found the ship and left the Underdark…and his expertise…behind。
One hand clutching the wet rock beside him； Valas leaned as far out as he dared； studying the wall below。 The tunnel they'd been following was a wide one； with a natural ledge of rock on one side of the river。 It had provided a wele shortcut to the lake； an easy trek after their long； weary journey。 But from there； things got tricky。 The river burst out of the tunnel like a horizontal fountain； its spray soaking the rock for a great distance on either side。 Through the mist； Valas could see faintly glowing streaks of green against the stone： patches of water…soaked； slippery fungi。
Valas felt someone looming behind him； and fetid breath told him who it was。 Jeggred stared out at the lake； his monstrous body crowding Valas and nearly forcing him over the edge。
Elbowing Jeggred back； Valas shouted back to the others over the draegloth's head； 〃I'd like to scout ahead before we go any farther。 Pharaun； I'll need magic to climb down； and that spell of yours that will allow me to breathe underwater。〃
〃You're going alone？〃 the mage asked。 〃Shouldn't you take someone with you？〃 He glanced past Quenthel as if anticipating someone else to materialize behind her； then he sighed。 〃What about Jeggred？〃
〃No！〃 Quenthel barked； the vipers in her whip lashing。 〃Jeggred stays with me。〃
Sensing her anger； Jeggred scrambled over to crouch at her side。
〃He can take Danifae；〃 Quenthel said。
Before Valas could shake his head in protest； Pharaun butted in。
〃Danifae will only slow him down…and I don't want to waste my time and talents preparing the same spells twice。〃
Valas glanced between Quenthel and Pharaun。 Valas had to tread carefully； so as not to tip the scales…a balancing act that was growing wearisome。 It would be a relief to get away on his own for a while。
〃I'll go alone；〃 he told them。
The Bregan D'aerthe scout took off his piwafwi； then set his haversack； bow； and quiver beside it。 He also shed his chain mail…its weight would only drag him to the bottom of the lake…and his boots。 He carefully removed from his enchanted vest any of his many talismans that might be harmed by the water； then put the vest back on。 Next he lashed his daggers into their sheaths。 The thread he used would prevent them from falling out when he was underwater but was thin enough to be broken easily in an emergency。
When he was done； he looked up at Pharaun and said； 〃Ready。〃
The mage nodded and pulled a small sheet of mushroom…skin paper from his pocket。 Unfolding it； he handed its contents to Valas： a small blob of a black； tarry substance。
〃Eat it；〃 the wizard instructed。
Without asking what it was； Valas popped it into his mouth。 It had a bitter taste； and it stuck to his teeth。 With an effort； Valas forced his jaws apart； unsticking his molars。
Pharaun laughed and said； 〃You don't have to chew it。 Just swallow。〃
Valas swallowed the substance； then stood waiting as Pharaun chanted the words to his spell。 The mage ended by fluttering his fingers against Valas's chest； like a mother imitating a spider in a child's nursery rhyme。 When Pharaun was done； the scout's fingers and toes felt gummy。 He lifted one hand from the rock； and sticky strands of web followed it。
Pharaun reached into a pocket of his piwafwi a second time and pulled out a short length of some kind of dried surface plant。
〃Ready？〃 he asked。
Valas nodded。
The mage grinned and said； 〃Then rake a deep breath。〃
Valas did； and Pharaun blow through the stick at him； pleting his second spell。
Valas's chest felt heavy； and water trickled from his nostrils。
〃Go！〃 Pharaun shouted。
Valas didn't need any urging。 The pressure of the water that filled his lungs was incentive enough。 Scrambling over the edge； he scurried down the cavern wall like a spider； his sticky hands and feet allowing him to crawl along the sheer cliff face。 Head…down； he hurried toward the water； eyes squinted against the spray。 Above him； the waterfall arced out and over； obscuring his view of the tunnel he'd just left； it hit the water below in a thundering roar that grew louder as he descended。
The scout was stil