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egs…but somehow she managed to walk。 She was relieved to see Ryld sitting up; apparently unharmed by the fall。 She knelt beside him and draped one of his arms across her shoulder。
   〃Can you walk?〃 she asked。
   He shook his head。
   Looking more closely at him; Halisstra was alarmed by the grayish tinge of his skin。 She hurriedly dropped his arm。
   〃Wait; then;〃 she told him。 〃I'll pray。〃
   〃Pray 。 。 。 quickly;〃 he gasped; then his eyes closed and he sank back into the snow。
   Halisstra gasped in alarm。 Was he dead?
   No; Ryld's chest still rose and fell。 Leaning forward; she placed a hand upon his chest; forcing her frozen fingers into the shape of a crescent moon。
   Eilistraee; she prayed silently; unable to speak the words aloud because of the trembling of her lips。 I beg of you。 Help me。 Send me the magic I  need to drive the poison from his body。 I could not sing your praises this morning as the sun rose; but I beg of you…let me do that now。 Bestow your bounty upon your servant; and give me the blessings I need so that I can save the life of this male who serves。 。 。 She paused then; and sobbed; then corrected herself。 This man that I love。
   That done; she began humming the morning prayer。 Singing the words was impossible…she was shivering violently again; and her lips didn't seem to be working properly。
   She paused。 Was that the crackle of a breaking twig in the woods?
   It didn't matter。
   Continue the song; she told herself。
   Teeth chattering; she resumed her humming; but it was difficult to concentrate。 The fiery tingling had left her hands; leaving a forting numbness。 All she wanted to do was lie down in the snow beside Ryld and sleep。 。 。 。
   Was that someone calling her name? No; she must have been hallucinating。
   Keep humming; she told herself。 Keep praying。 Ryld's life depends on it。
   But what song had she been humming? her teeth had at last stopped chattering; but with the shivering gone; Halisstra found herself unable to remember the melody。 Instead she sat; staring; at Ryld。 Was he even alive?
   None of it mattered。 Not any more。
   Her prayer unfinished; Halisstra sighed; then crumpled to the ground。 Strangely the snow was warm; not cold; like a forting blanket。 She lay in it; watching the flakes drift down from the wide gray sky。 Funny; she'd never dreamed she'd die with so much space above her。 。 。 。
   There。 That dark patch。 That was the ceiling of a cavern 。 。 。 wasn't it? Then why was it moving? Why was it bending down and taking her hand?
   As if in a dream; Uluyara's face swam down toward hers。 Fragments of a sentence drifted down into her ears; like falling snow。
   〃We 。 。 。 scrying 。 。 。 found you。〃
   Halisstra felt hands lifting her and for a moment thought that Uluyara was shifting her body so she could remove the Crescent Blade and songsword from her backpack。 Then she heard the melody of a prayer…that was Feliane's voice; she must have been here; too…and she felt a tingle of warmth。 Halisstra realized that her pack was being removed so Feliane could hold her; warm her with her body 。 。 。 and her magic。 At first she was shocked…then she realized she was still thinking like a drow of the Underdark。 Knowing that she was saved; she cried in relief; then she realized she was being selfish。
   〃Ryld。 。 。 ;〃 she whispered。
   〃Don't worry;〃 Feliane said; her voice growing more intelligible as magic flowed into Halisstra; warming her and driving away the icy hand of death。 〃He's alive。 Uluyara is driving the poison from his body even now。〃
   Sighing; Halisstra allowed herself to relax; to drink in the warmth of Feliane's spell。 She'd done it…she'd gotten Ryld to safety。 And herself。 She'd even managed to recover the Crescent Blade。
   Now all she had to do was kill a goddess with it。
   
Chapter Thirty…six
   Gromph waited in the great chamber of House Baenre's temple; watching through Kyorli's eyes as members of the House guard dragged in prisoners; bound at the ankle and wrist; for execution。 A pany of soldiers from House Agrach Dyrr had attempted to break out of their pound after House Baenre pulled its troops away to fight the tanarukks; but fortunately soldiers of House Xorlarrin had been able to capture them。 House Baenre had claimed its share of the resulting prisoners; who were being 〃sacrificed〃 in the temple…for all the good it would do。 With the goddess silent; did it really matter?
   As yet another captive from House Agrach Dyrr was hustled into the temple…one; unlike the others; not too badly damaged…Gromph stepped into the path of the House guard who was dragging him in and held up a hand。 The guard came to an immediate and obedient halt。
   〃Yes; Archmage?〃
   Gromph squatted; bringing Kyorli down to the level of the prisoner。 Using the rat's eyesight; he stared into the eyes of the captive; who glared defiantly back at him。
   Yes。 They might just do。
   〃This captive is not to be exec…sacrificed;〃 he told the guard。 〃Take him to Sorcere; instead; and deliver him to Master Nauzhror。 Tell the master that I require the battle…captive 。。。 for my own purposes。〃
   From deeper in the temple…behind the adamantine doors that led to Lolth's inner temple…came a high; sharp scream; followed by a drow voice pleading。 Slaves; meanwhile; carried the body of the last soldier to have been executed past the spot where Gromph stood and flung it outside at the feet of a riding lizard。 A moment later Gromph heard a crunching; gulping noise…the sound of the lizard enjoying its victory feast。
   The prisoner looked back and forth between the body being consumed by the lizard and Gromph; as if trying to decide which was the lesser evil。
   〃Thank you; Archmage;〃 the Dyrr cousin said。 〃I'll serve you well。〃
   Gromph smiled and said; 〃Perhaps you will。 Part of you; anyway。〃 Then; standing; he addressed the guard。 〃Take him away。〃
   As he waited for the 〃sacrifices〃 to end; Gromph craned his head back and squinted up at the temple ceiling。 Using Kyorli's eyesight; he could see movement…the quick scurrying of the spiders whose webs filled the great dome above…but no detail。 The webs were a white haze; their lines indistinct。 Kyorli could see only a limited distance。 Rats relied more upon smell and whisker touch than they did on eyesight。
   Gromph would have to be careful。 Triel had learned from Andzrel about what had happened to Gromph。 But for the time being she had been fooled by Gromph's assurance that the potions had fully restored his vision。 Like the other nobles of House Baenre; she took no notice of Kyorli…the familiar often rode on Gromph's shoulder…but if she learned that the Archmage of Menzoberranzan was blind; she could deem him weak。 And the weak…in House Baenre; as in all the noble Houses of Menzoberranzan…were swiftly dispensed with。
   Keeping that in mind; Gromph turned as he heard footsteps approaching from behind the adamantine doors。 Looking through Kyorli's eyes; he picked Triel out from among the priestesses who fanned out into the great chamber。
   〃Matron Mother;〃 he said; bowing deeply。 〃I have news。 Good news。〃
   Triel strode over to where he stood。 Whiskers tickled Gromph's cheek as Kyorli strained forward; sniffing eagerly。 Gromph saw lines or red crisscrossing the matron mother's face and hair; sprays of blood from the flayings she'd recently inflicted。 The serpents in her whip swayed gently; tongues dabbing at the bright blood that had stained a weblike pattern across the front of her white tunic。
   〃You've heard from Quenthel?〃 Triel asked。
   Gromph nodded and said; 〃I have。〃
   Ever aware of the political web and his place in it; Gromph omitted any mention of Pharaun。 Gromph's underling would be spoken of only if specifically asked about。
   〃Quenthel and the others have discovered the whereabouts of a ship of chaos and plan to sail it to the Abyss;〃 he told Triel。 〃There they will find out what has bee of Lolth。 Our troubles will soon be at an end。 Assuming; that is; that our sister proves worthy of the task you have set her。〃
   Just as Pharaun hoped she would; Triel sm

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