ty； and the master plan for the rebellion。 And most importantly of all； determine what the fugitives know about the clergy losing its magic。〃
〃In hopes of ing out of this affair more powerful than you ever were before。〃
Pharaun grinned。 〃More powerful than we ever were before。 That might dispel your boredom for good and all。〃
〃And those are the real reasons you aren't ready to go back to Tier Breche。〃
〃All my motives are genuine； including my wariness of Gromph。 I take it you are in a frantic hurry to return？〃
Ryld sighed。 〃I'm in no rush。 Our excursion has been interesting； and I like to finish what I start； but what if the ores rebel before we get around to warning our fellow drow？〃
〃Then we'll make sure never to tell anyone we knew it was ing。〃 The wizard grinned and added； 〃Actually； the awareness that we race to avert a calamity will make our exploits all the more stimulating。〃
〃And should we lose the race； maybe the rebellion won't kill anyone who matters to the two of us。 I suppose I agree。 We'll keep on searching。〃
〃Excellent〃
Bearing a silver tray； the goblin bustled to the side of the pool。 Bending the knees of his splayed； bristly legs； he brought the salver low enough for the dark elves to take the goblets on top of it。
Pharaun gave the thrall a smile and a wave； dismissing him； then lifted his cup。
〃To mystery and glory〃
Ryld sipped from his own cup； acknowledging the toast。 The drink was red morel juice； sweet and very cold； a pleasant contrast to the heat of the water。
〃So I guess it's back to looking like ores；〃 said the weapons master。
〃I grieve to disappoint you； but the time for that sort of deception has passed。〃
〃What do you mean？ If we don't look like undercreatures； how are we going to get into another one of those secret meetings？〃
〃We don't know that the Prophet will hold another assembly。 He's already explained his strategy and distributed his secret weapon。 Even if he does； it might not be for several days； during which we'll have Greyanna seeking us relentlessly。 We've evaded her so far； but we must acknowledge the possibility that our luck could sour eventually。〃 〃You're right about that。〃
〃Therefore； we need to find the rogues quickly； which means a change of tactics is in order。 Why are the boys trying to instigate a goblin revolt？〃
〃I don't know。〃
〃Nor do I； really。 It doesn't appear to make sense。 Still； would you agree that the intent； like the act of eloping itself； reflects an antipathy to the established order？〃
〃Possibly。〃
〃Then let's assume the Prophet or some other ringleader lured the males away from their homes because he knew they were more than ordinarily resentful of their places in the world。〃
〃It's possible。 Where does the notion lead？〃
The wizard grinned and said； 〃If we demonstrate that we share their distemper； the rogues may recruit us as well。〃
〃How can we do that？ We may not be clerics； but we're Masters of the Academy。 We're pillars of the hierarchy； and more to the point； we have a pleasanter lot and thus less reason for discontent than most。〃
〃That doesn't seem to slow you down。〃
〃Even so。〃
〃Here's what you're overlooking。 Thanks to my misadventure with the Sarthos demon； I'm a disgraced master； likely in line for some ghastly punishment。 Whereas you with your dour demeanor and dwarven armor are clearly an iconoclast and malcontent。 Moreover； we've been asking everywhere for news of the runaways。 They must know of it； even though they didn't see fit to make contact。 During that same time； a high priestess from House Mizzrym has tried to murder us。 They surely have some cognizance of that as well。〃
〃Yet they still didn't approach us。 Why would they do it now？〃
Pharaun smiled。 〃Because we'll provide proof that we do in fact share their perspective。〃
〃How？〃
〃The priestesses lead regular patrols through the Bazaar。 We'll destroy one； repair to the Braeryn； boast of the deed； and await developments。 The rogues will seek us out。 How can they not？ Whatever their ultimate objective； I'm sure they can use the services of two such talented fellows。〃
〃No doubt； but back up。 You want to murder a patrol？〃
〃In as showy a manner as possible。 With a bit of planning； it should be easy enough。 They won't be as numerous as Greyanna's hunters and they won't be expecting that sort of trouble。〃
〃What happened to not killing anybody； especially clerics； unless we absolutely have to？〃
〃We do absolutely have to。 We're in a race against time； remember； and this is the speediest route to our objective。〃
〃Maybe； but what happens afterward？ Won't any number of folk want to punish us for our impudence？〃
〃We won't confide our involvement to those likely to prove unsympathetic。〃
〃The priestesses will figure it out。〃
〃Ah； but snug and safe in the lair of our friend the Prophet； we won't care。 Besides； the Council has already authorized our annihilation； so we really have nothing to lose。〃
〃Perhaps the crime can't worsen our current situation； but what about the long term？〃
〃In the long term；〃 Pharaun said； 〃it wont matter。 As you yourself observed mere moments ago； we Menzoberranyr are a pragmatic lot。 People five whatever outrages I mitted yesterday if I make myself useful today。〃
〃Greyanna didn't。〃
The wizard laughed and replied； 〃Well； of course； we're likewise prone to grudges； vendettas； and blood feuds。 It's one of the paradoxes central to our natures。 With luck； though； no one of importance will take our little massacre personally。 I doubt we'll be murdering any princesses； or anyone of genuine significance to her family。
〃I think it's crazy；〃 Ryld said； shaking his head。 〃You don't know that the rogues will contact us； or if they'll like what they see if they do。〃
〃Then we'll simply hatch another scheme。〃
Ryld scowled and shook his head again。
〃You're mad；〃 the weapons master said； 〃but I'm with you。〃
〃Splendid We must toast our homicidal designs with something stronger than juice。〃 Pharaun looked about and spotted the goblin。 〃May we see the wine list； please？〃
Ryld said； 〃It's the very beginning of the morning。〃
〃Don't be misled by superficial appearances；〃 Pharaun replied。 〃As neither of us has enjoyed a moment of repose； it must still be night。 Do you think they have any of that '53 Barrison Del'Armgo heartwine？〃
Chapter
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Until someone murdered her； Lirdnolu’s had taught her classes in a sort of indoor amphitheater； one of many architectural oddities scattered through ArachTinilith； and as the conspirators slunk in； they seated themselves on the Cshaped tiers。
Drisinil wondered what to say to them； how to stall until Quenthel arrived to confront them。 The novice's mind was a blank； but she knew she'd have to think of something。 Her mouth was dry and tasted of metal。 Her armpits were clammy with sweat； and her accelerated pulse pounded in the stumps of her severed fingers。 The poison was obviously well on its way to killing her； and she had to please Quenthel Baenre sufficiently to earn the antidote。
Wrinkled old Vlondril Tuin'Tarl leered at Drisinil as if she knew of the student's distress； but all she said was； 〃I believe most everyone's here。 Let's get this done before our colleagues start missing us。〃
〃Uh； yes；〃 Drisinil said； gazing up at the rows of faces staring back down at her。 〃Well； mothers； sisters； we all know what happened last night。 The vipers in the mistress's whip detected the drugs—〃
〃So they did；〃 said Quenthel。
Startled； Drisinil spun around。 A figure shrouded in a cowled piwafwi rose from the first row。 She lifted her head； pushed the hood back； and stood revealed as the Mistress of ArachTinilith。 Somehow she'd entered the room without her enemies realizing her identity。
Quenthel pushed back one wing of her cloak； freeing the arm that held her whip。 She sauntered to the center of the room。 It occurred to Drisinil that at that moment the plotters could have fallen on their target en masse； but they didn't。 The mistress cowed them with her unexpected appearance； her contemptuous demeanor； and the simple fact that she was a Baenre princess。
The mistress smiled at Drisinil and said； 〃You've done well； novice； except for one detail。 It's traditional for priestesses to conduct their affairs by candlelight。 That's all right； I've taken care of it。〃 She turned toward the door。 〃e。〃
Two teachers marched in carrying silver candelabra。 After a moment； Drisinil； squinting； saw they weren't alone。 Many of the residents of ArachTinilith filed in after them； all well armed and wearing mail。
Quenthel beckoned to the plotters。
〃Move down to the lower seats； why don't you？ The lateers won't mind climbing to the top。〃 She waited a beat； then said； 〃That wasn't a suggestion。〃
The conspirators hesitated a moment longer； and the show offered convinced them to obey。
〃Thank you；〃 Quenthel said； then waited until everyone had taken a seat and the plotters all had armed loyalists at their backs。 〃Now； let's discuss the matter that concerns you so。〃
〃I don't know what my niece told you about this gathering；〃 said Drisinil's Aunt Molvayas； clad in a gown of a dark and shimmering green that matched her eyes； 〃but I assure you； its purpose is entirely innocent。〃
〃Its purpose is to contrive your death； Mistress；〃 Vlondril called out。 〃I know。 I've been in on it from the start。〃
Quenthel nodded to the mad priestess。
〃Thank you； Holy Mother。 Your candor helps move things along。〃 The Baenre surveyed her enemies and said； 〃I understand that your excuse for seeking to depose me was the supposition that the goddess desires it。 You postulate that she so abhors my rule of ArachTinilith that she renounces all Menzoberranzan。〃
Molvayas drew a deep breath； evidently screwing up her courage。 〃We do。 Do you deny it's possible？〃
〃Of course；〃 Quenthel replied。 〃It's a ludicrous notion unsupported by a single shred of evidence 。。 。 though I'm sure it seems plausible to the lieutenant who covets my position。〃
Drisinil noticed that while the Baenre appeared perfectly at ease； the twisting whip serpents were keeping watch in all directions。
〃What of the demons？ They reflect the attributes of Lolth—〃
〃And they e for me。 Because one of my mortal enemies sends them in guises intended to stimulate your imaginations。〃
〃What enemy？〃 Molvayas