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.She could only imagine what it would feel like on a web street of Ched Nasad.Faeryl groaned.Her mother's plan was falling apart.The duergar weren't supposed to appear unless the negotiations with the other matron mothers went badly.Despite that idiot Pharaun's asinine claim of her involvement in the conspiracy, the situation was far from out of hand.Mother pulled the trigger too soon, the ambassador decided.She must have gotten cold feet and didn't bother to tell me.How typical.Shaking her head, Faeryl scrambled up to her feet again as the room was enveloped in a thick, murky fog.She knew who was most likely behind it.As much as she wanted to slice Pharaun into a thousand tiny pieces, there was too much confusion.Besides, the ambassador grudgingly admitted, he and his boys are not to be trifled with.I'll let mothers wizards take care of them.I've got to get rid of Quenthel and that loathsome beast.Faeryl felt her way along the wall, stumbling as yet another blast rocked House Melarn.The mist cleared, and she could hear the sounds of combat on the far side of the room.She resisted the temptation to look, as much as she hoped to catch a glimpse of the wizard's demise.Instead, she managed to make her way to a door just as several dozen House soldiers came in, jostling her aside in their efforts to defend the audience chamber."Fools!" Faeryl hissed at them.Almost shaking with rage, she departed the audience chamber and hurried toward the lower levels.She passed few other drow in the corridors, all of them looking confused.None of them seemed to know the origin of the disturbances, and at one point the ambassador overheard at least three priestesses discussing an earthquake as they passed her, going the opposite direction.Faeryl didn't care to explain to them what was really happening.It was not her House.Turning a final corner, the ambassador hurried into the torture chamber where she had left Quenthel and Jeggred.They were not there.The room was not empty, however.One of the House torturemasters was methodically straightening tools that had been upset with the booming thumps from outside."Where are they?" Faeryl demanded, gesturing to the rack where Quenthel had been restrained.The torturemaster turned and looked at her vacantly, not understanding.Growling in exasperation, the ambassador repeated herself.The other drow looked at her, then comprehension lit his features."Oh, they're not here," he said.Faeryl rolled her eyes and said, "I can see that, you foolish boy.Where are they?""That ugly drow, Zammzt, ordered them taken to a cell," the torturemaster replied."I saw to it personally."Another severe blast rocked the room, and tools were scattered everywhere.Faeryl managed to grab hold of the column where Jeggred had been chained for support, but the other drow was not so lucky.He went down in a pile—and even more unfortunately, one of the many braziers of hot coals tipped over onto him, showering him with burning cinders.Screaming, the drow scrambled away from the embers, but he was already a conflagration, his clothes ignited and smoking as he flailed helplessly about.Faeryl bit her lip in irritation.Now, why do you suppose he would have moved them, and to where? she thought, turning to leave.She decided she'd have to ask someone to show her, and she departed.* * *Pharaun faltered for only a moment at the sight of the two drow priestesses before him.One, quite simply, was beautiful.The other, while lacking the graceful curves and fluid motion of the first, was obviously nobly born and not unpleasant to look at, either.Then, getting a closer look, the wizard recognized her.She was the drow who had been in chains in the audience chamber only moments before.In fact, he realized, she still wore the manacles she'd been shackled with, though the connecting chain between them had been severed.Neither of the females looked happy to see him, Ryld, or Valas."Damn," Pharaun muttered, returning to his senses.He reached inside his piwafwi, fumbling quickly for the wand he'd used to dispatch the drow soldiers not too long before.In front of him, Ryld went on guard, raising Splitter into an aggressive position as he advanced warily.Valas slipped to the opposite side of the hallway, automatically fanning out with Ryld to come at the adversaries from either flank.The lovely creature who'd first caught the mage's eye hissed in vexation and brought a morning star out in front of her.She had a buckler on her other arm held to the side where Valas was closing."It's them!" she snarled, taking up a position in front of the other drow as though to defend her.Both dark elves seemed quite capable of taking care of themselves, and Pharaun noted the finely tooled chain mail each of them wore.The one to the rear actually sported the House Melarn insignia on hers, and the wizard guessed she must be one of the dead matron mother's daughters.Pharaun had his wand out, but before he could invoke the trigger words to use the thing, Ryld stepped in and launched a short series of strikes at the dark elf in front of him, who managed with some difficulty to parry the attacks with both her weapon and her buckler.The Master of Sorcere knew that Ryld was not really pressing his attack yet.The weapons master was attempting to size up the skill of his competition with a few well-placed feints before closing in to finish the job efficiently.Valas continued to creep in from her other side, and she back-stepped more than once to prevent the scout from getting behind her.Pharaun aimed the wand and prepared to recite the activation phrase, when the other drow, the daughter of House Melarn, spoke up, causing him to falter."Hold, Danifae."The drow in front retreated another couple steps, but she did not drop her guard."We have no quarrel with you," the still-unnamed Melarn said."I know you don't have reason to trust us, but we're not the enemy.They are."She gestured upward, to the floors above.Ryld took a threatening step forward then he too stopped and held his guard.Valas was watching both sides with glittering eyes, kukris at the ready."How convenient," Pharaun said, smiling coldly."The imperiled daughter, implicated in her mother's treason and with no friends, making a peace offering.At least until we let down our guard, right? Then you turn us over to Matron Mother Zauvirr, claim you captured us, and hope she lets you off the hook.""I could easily say the same about you, but I won't," the Melarn daughter replied.Without taking her eyes off Pharaun, she added, "Danifae, I said stand down!"Pharaun raised an eyebrow at her tone of command.Danifae nodded in acquiescence, stepping farther back until she was side by side with her mistress."Well, you're right about that," Pharaun said."We don't have any reason to believe you.If you're on the outs with Mistress Zauvirr, what are you doing down here, all decked out in your finest armor?""We're trying to save our own skins," the daughter said, a bit more testily than Pharaun thought necessary, considering she was trying to broker some sort of truce, albeit temporary."I think we both might have been played by Ssipriina Zauvirr.If you come with us, help us, we might be able to get you information that will help prove it.""Lower your weapons to the ground," Ryld said, "and we'll consider listening to you.""I think not," the daughter countered."At least, not until we have some assurances that you won't attack us the moment we do.I don't know for sure that you weren't in league with my mother."Ryld snarled, raising Splitter and advancing again.Valas was doing likewise, still looking to maneuver around to the priestesses' left side."Ryld, Valas, wait," Pharaun called out quietly
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