war of the spider queen 4 extinction-第21章
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r the drow or the aboleths。
This is the lake of the aboleth； is it not？ he asked。 Is their city nearby？
He didn't expect an answer。 The scout who'd told him about Lake Thoroot had said that only a handful of drow had ever ventured that way。
Valas was shocked； then； when the creature replied in sign…albeit a sign that was made clumsy by his awkward； webbed fingers； You seek the aboleth？ Are you insane？ Go back； before they…
The drow…thing convulsed as if it had been struck a blow。 Releasing its staff it curled into a fetal position； webbed hands clutching its head； mouth open in a silent scream。 Valas twisted around； reaching for his daggers as he searched for the threat； but before he could draw them a high…pitched scream pounded in through his skull。
Louder than any noise he had ever experienced； the scream shattered thought and forced his body into spastic jerks。 He found himself curled in the same fetal position； eyes squeezed shut in a pained grimace and hands pressed over his ears。
It didn't help。 The scream continued； echoing against the inside of his skull until he was certain the bone would shatter like crystal。 Then； mercifully； silence and darkness claimed him。
Chapter Eleven
Halisstra sat cross…legged on the wet stone floor of a cave whose only exit was far overhead。 The walls of the cave were covered with pictures； the paint daubed onto the stone itself； the lines following the natural contours of the rock。 Life…size figures of drow strained toward the ceiling； hands extended overhead and eyes glowing with rapturous desire。 All of the figures were adult； but each had an umbilical cord that snaked down toward the floor of the cavern like a root。
Halisstra's wrists were no longer bound； but she could no more escape the cave than the painted figures could step away from the rocky canvas that held them。 The walls were at least three times her height and curved inward to meet the hole in the ceiling； making climbing impossible without the aid of magic。 She had been carefully and thoroughly stripped of all magical devices and weapons； and the curse the priestess had placed on Halisstra prevented her from singing or even humming…from using any of her bae'qeshel magic。
After Ryld had gone； the priestess who'd slain the troll teleported Halisstra into the cave； then disappeared。 The First Daughter of House Melarn had remained there for an entire day； at first restlessly pacing the cave； looking for a way out。 When she finally accepted the fact that she was trapped； she sank； cross…legged； into Reverie。 Once she'd emerged from her meditations； she'd watched the circle of sky above grow gray； then black。 The rain had stopped but the sky was still overcast。 Neither the stars nor the moon could be seen。 Looking up； Halisstra could almost imagine that she was in the Underdark…that above the cave was a tunnel or passage。 But the earth…and…bark…scented breeze blowing in through the hole destroyed that illusion； as did the low rumble of thunder in the distance。 So too did the ferns that surrounded the opening like a fringe of hair。 Beads of rain dripped from their sodden stems。
From outside came the sound of singing。 The voices were those of the priestesses who'd gathered to decide Halisstra's fate。 Their song was acpanied by the silvery tones of a flute and the rapid clash of swords； a staccato of metallic clangs marking the beat。 Halisstra thought it might just be her imagination； but it sounded as if the song was reaching a crescendo。 She assumed that one of Eilistraee's followers would appear in another moment and announce how Halisstra was to die。
Halisstra braced herself for the inevitable。 One way or another…by the magic of their traitor goddess or the cold steel of a sword…she was going to be put to death。 The priestesses would have e to their senses and realized that Halisstra had only been buying time when she swore fealty to Eilistraee。 The time had e for Halisstra to pray and prepare for entry into the next realm…but pray to which god？
Halisstra knew hundreds of prayers to supplicate Lolth…prayers she could recite with her hands； using the silent speech…but they would go unheard； unseen。 Lolth had vanished and was no longer listening to prayers。 She wasn't even punishing blasphemers。 The Demonweb Pits had been devoid of the souls of the dead； and Halisstra had to presume that Lolth's faithful were disappearing into oblivion； just as their goddess had。
Should Halisstra pray instead to Selvetarm； Lolth's champion？ For all she knew； he might be locked in battle with Vhaeraun still and unable to hear her…or worse； slain。 Was there any god who was still listening？
Halisstra shivered and drew her knees up against her chest； wrapping her arms around them。 At least Ryld was safe。 Her surrender had saved him。 She started to rest her chin on her knee； then winced as it touched the cut from Ryld's sword。 The wound was a tiny one； no bigger than the crescent of her thumbnail； but it burned like a fresh brand。 It had broken open and was bleeding again； even though Halisstra's chin had barely touched it。
Outside； the singing stopped。 Halisstra heard a rustling above and glanced up to see Feliane； kneeling in the ferns and staring down at her。 The priestess had scrubbed her face clean of the black dye； and her skin was an unhealthy looking mushroom…white。 Looking at it； Halisstra decided she must have been wrong about the sky being overcast； the moon must have been peeking through the clouds； because for a moment a faint； silvery radiance illuminated Feliane。 Then it was gone； and Halisstra could see the priestess's face clearly again。
Well？ Halisstra asked in sign。 What is my fate to be？ The song…or the sword？
〃The song；〃 Feliane answered。
Halisstra nodded grimly and stood。 She wanted to meet death on her feet。
I'm ready； she signed； fingers moving in tense； sharp jerks。
Feliane's round face broke into a grin。 On a drow； it would have been a gloat of triumph； but so innocent and naive looking was Feliane that for a moment it appeared like a warm smile。 Halisstra pushed that foolish notion from her mind and stood； rigid； waiting。
Feliane began to sing in High Drow。 From behind her； Halisstra could hear a chorus of women's voices； though Feliane's was the strongest。
〃Climb out of the darkness； rise into the light。
〃Turn your face to the sky； your elf birthright。
〃Dance in the forest； sing with the breeze；
〃Claim your place in the moonlight among flowers and trees。
〃Lend your strength to the needy； battle evil with steel。
〃Join in the hunt； to no other gods kneel。
〃Purge the monster within and the monster without；
〃Their blood washes you clean； of this have no doubt。
〃Trust in your sisters； lend your voice to their song。
〃By joining the circle； the weak are made strong。〃
Feliane extended her hand down into the hole； as if inviting Halisstra to take it。 Her pale skin had taken on a moonlit glow。
It took Halisstra a moment to realize the import of the song and gesture。 It wasn't an execution but an invitation。 And not just to life； bur to join the circle。 To join the priestesses of Eilistraee。
Halisstra's eyes narrowed。 It had to be a trick of some kind。
〃Trust？〃 she said…out loud； surprised to find that her ability to speak had returned。
She didn't need to let the scorn she felt creep into her voice； the word already held a negative connotation in the drow tongue； implying weakness； naivete。 She thought of the alliances she'd tried to build among her own sisters and how those alliances had been betrayed。 She'd tried to reach out to Norendia； telling her sister about the bard who'd been teaching her darksong。 A few cycles later； that bard had 〃fallen〃 from one of the city walkways to her death。 Later that same cycle； Jawil； second oldest of the Melarn daughters after Halisstra； had made an attempt on Halisstra's life。 When Halisstra had rushed to Norendia for help； she had been stabbed in the back。 Literally。 Thankfully； Halisstra's magic had proved strong enough to save her…and to kill her
