for either the hilt of his sword or the spell ponents in one of his pockets。
〃Your subordinates were content to receive their instructions and let it go at that； but not a sharp boy like you。 Somehow you contrived to find out what the ambassador looks like； thus making sure you'd be able to recnotognize her if she came this way。〃
Filifar's mouth tightened。 〃My lady；〃 he said； 〃my pany is well armed and well trained。 You may also have observed the spiders graven…〃
She raised her hand。 〃Don't agitate yourself； Captain。 I mean you no harm。 We're just two Menzoberranyr idly chatting； passing the time it takes your fellows to open the gate。〃
〃I regret； my lady； that now that I've seen you up close； I can't allow them to do that。〃
He took two careful steps back； retreating beyond her reach； then pivnototed to shout the order。
Faeryl stopped him dead by displaying a gaudy ruby brooch； formerly Talindra's property。
〃I said you were an intelligent lad； Captain Filifar； but I don't believe you're a prosperous one。 You wear no jewelry； and your clothing is made of mon stuff。〃
〃You're right； milady。 Fortune hasn't favored me。〃
It can。
Faeryl brought out one ornament after another； the jewels her retainers had stolen from the Ousstyls and her own legitimate treasure as well。 She filled her lap with them and laid the surplus on the pale； luminous rim of the driftdisc。
〃Here's enough wealth to improve your luck and that of your minions as well。〃
Filifar hesitated before saying； 〃My lady； I was told that Matron Triel herself wishes you detained。 It's no light matter to cross the Baenre。〃
〃Just say the Zauvirr didn't pass through this gate； or if they did； you didn't recognize them。 No one will know any different。〃
He jerked his head in a nod。 〃Right。 Why not； curse it？〃
He removed his piwafwi to use as a makeshift bag and swept the jewnotelry in。 Some of the soldiers noticed what their captain was doing and scurried over to investigate。
Once the gate was well behind her； Faeryl abandoned the driftdisc。 The stately conveyance was just too slow。 She and her part）〃 quick…marched on through the mostly unimproved passages at the fringe of Menzoberranyr territory； past hunters' outposts and adamantine mines； making for the genuine wilderness beyond。
Faeryl realized she was grinning。 It was absurd； really。 She'd just surrennotdered a queen's ransom in gems； Triel would send troops after her； and she was all but certain some dire peril lay ahead； but somehow； for the moment； none of it mattered。 Faeryl had outwitted her foes and finally； after fourteen years； she was going home。
The fugitives rounded a bend； and dark figures seemed to flow from the tunnel walls just ahead。 The Zauvirr turned to run。 Somehow； the shadnotows were behind them as well。
On the fringe of Menzoberranyr territory； Valas Hune could sense the genuine wilderness beyond。 He could feel its vast and labyrinthine spaces and hear its pregnant silences。 He could smell and taste its varianottions of rock and imagined himself simply slipping away into that limitnotless world。
As fancies went； his wasn't entirely absurd。 Most dark elves feared to travel the Underdark except in armed convoys； and with good reason。 They； however； lacked the abilities he'd spent decades developing； survival skills that made him one of the finest scouts in Menzoberranzan。
Indeed； the small； wiry male in the rugged outdoorsman's garb liked traversing the subterranean world alone。 He relished the wonders； the quiet； and the freedom。 Sometimes； when he'd idled in camp too long； he felt he preferred it to the striving； conniving existence of his fellow drow； the luxuries of Menzoberranzan notwithstanding。 He yearned for an errand that would take him out into the wilderness； and played with the notion of simply running away。
He heard the Zauvirr ing and put the dream aside。 Like it or not； his mission this day wasn't to explore the wild。 It was to direct his notpany； fellow mercenaries of Bregan D'aerthe； in the taking of Faeryl Zaunotvirr and her retainers。
That was the theory； anyway。 In point of fact； he didn't have to give any more orders。 No doubt the warriors of Ched Nasad were petent fightnoters in their own right； but when the sell swords swarmed out of hiding； they caught them entirely by surprise； then proceeded to cut them down with murderous efficiency。
Once Valas was certain his band would be victorious； he started searchnoting for Faeryl herself。 His smallness and natural agility enabled him to thread his way through the fury of battle without harm。
He found the princess at the center of the carnage。 She'd just finished killing one of his mand。 The dead male's brains and bloody hair adnothered to one end of her basalt…headed war hammer。
〃Ambassador；〃 Valas called。 〃I have orders to take you alive； if possible。〃
She answered with a curse。 He didn't blame her for that。 In her place； he wouldn't want to be delivered alive to Matron Baenre； either。
He hefted one of his matched pair of kukris…vicious curved daggers… and fingered a little brass ovoid； one of many trinkets adorning his tunic and cloak。
He'd collected the amulets and brooches from races and civilizations across the Underdark。 Fashioned according to alien aesthetics； most of the ornaments were ugly and uncouth to dark elf eyes； but he hadn't acquired them for their appearance； nor were they merely souvenirs。 Each connottained a different enchantment。
Three images； exact facsimiles of himself； flickered into existence around him。 He edged toward Faeryl； and the phantoms came with him。
She stared fiercely； obviously trying to pick out the real Valas from the fa