playing a trick on him。
Finally； he said； 〃Yes。 I'll go。 Somebody with sense needs to be there。〃
〃Fine。〃 Houndaer nodded to Ryld and Pharaun and said； 〃e this way。〃
The masters and their hosts； or captors； set off through a maze of passageways。 As promised； Pharaun treated Tsabrak to a barrage of quesnottions； and； when the drider failed to respond； cheerfully answered himself with a gush of scholarly speculation。
Ryld paid little attention。 He was too busy studying the rogues' citadel； a forlorn and dusty place where Pharaun's monologue echoed away into the quiet。 No servants were in evidence； merely runaway males and driders； who often recognized their former instructors and curiously peered after them。 The marks of magical attacks； bursts of lightning and sprays of acid； scarred the walls。
By all appearances； the conspirators were hiding in the seat of a House extinguished by its enemies。 No one was supposed to take possession of such a fortress without the Baenre's permission； and few would dare。 The vacant castles were supposedly cursed and haunted places； breeding grounds for sickness； insanity； and bad luck。 As if to pound the ponottential for ill fortune； the squatters had broken the copious shrouds of spiderweb wherever they impeded traffic and even in corners where they didn't。
At one point； the masters and their warders passed a row of small ocnottagonal windows。 The glass was gone but the molded calcite cames renotmained。 Ryld glanced out and saw mansions shining green and violet far below。 The rogues had taken a stalactite castle； hanging from the cavern ceiling； for their hiding place。 No doubt the isolation had attracted them。
A minute later； the little procession reached its destination； a chapel with rows of benches； a crooked aisle snaking up the middle to an asymnotmetrical basalt altar； and murals； agleam with silvery phosphorescence； carved in basrelief on the walls and ceiling。 To Ryld's surprise； these last depicted not the Demonweb but other hells entirely devoid of spiders； yochlols； or the goddess Lolth herself。 Apparently the House that once abode here had sacrificed to forbidden deities。 Perhaps that transgression had contributed to its downfall。
The dark elves settled themselves in the pews。 While Houndaer and the moner seemed convinced of the masters' claim of estrangement from Tier Breche； they nonetheless retained possession of the newers' gear。 Tsabrak crouched just inside the door； his legs splayed out on either side of the entrance。
〃I admire the decor；〃 Pharaun said。 〃Without even trying； I noticed images of Cyric； Orcus； Bane； Ghaunadaur； and Vhaeraun。 Quite a nice selection of patron powers for the discriminating worshiper。〃
〃We're not looking for a new god；〃 Houndaer spat。
〃I'm sure；〃 the wizard said。 〃Perhaps you'd be kind enough to tell Master Argith and me what your grand and glorious scheme is all about。 And why now？〃
〃Why now？〃 the noble asked。
〃Our fellowship has existed for decades；〃 the craftsman cut in； 〃though it's only recently that we all eloped and took up residence here full time。 Formerly we merely gathered for an hour or two every fortnight or so。〃
〃If you're a male；〃 Houndaer said； 〃and utterly dissatisfied with your place in Menzoberranzan； you need some sort of a refuge； don't you？〃
〃I quite agree；〃 the wizard said。 〃Of course； others have opted for a mernotchant House； the Academy； or Bregan D'aerthe。
Houndaer made a spitting sound。 〃Those are just places to hide from the matrons。 This is a fortress for males who want to turn Menzoberrannotzan upside down and put ourselves on top。 Why not？ Aren't our mages and even our warriors as powerful as the clergy？
Pharaun grinned and said； 〃They certainly are now that the priestesses have mislaid their magic。〃
Houndaer blinked。 〃You know about that？〃
〃I've inferred it。 You obviously know as well。 Otherwise； you wouldn't run about breaking spiderwebs simply for the fun of it； to say nothing of putting your master plan into motion。 I'd be curious to hear how you found out and if you know why。〃
〃We don't know why；〃 Houndaer said； shaking his head。 〃We started to figure it out after a couple of us saw priestesses die fighting gricks out in the Bauthwaf。 The bitches should've used spells to save themselves； but they didn't； and we guessed it was because they couldn't。 After that； we kept our eyes open and waylaid a few clerics to see what they'd do to defend themselves。 Everything we learned supported our theory。〃
Pharaun sighed and said； 〃Then you aren't in touch with some chatty informant in the realms of the divine。 Like me； you merely observed and deduced。 What a pity。 Aren't you； in your ignorance； apprehensive that Lolth will rekindle the priestesses' magic just when it's least convenient？〃
〃Maybe the goddess turned against the clergy because it's our turn to rule；〃 said the moner。 〃Who's to say？ In any case； this is our chance； and we're taking it。〃
〃Your chance to do what？〃 asked Ryld。 〃You talk as if you intend to revolt； but instead you're inciting the slaves into an uprising。〃
Houndaer cursed。 〃You know that； too？〃
〃We stumbled on it while looking for you；〃 Pharaun explained。 He brushed a stray strand of his coiffure back into place。 His white hair shone like ghost flesh in the soft light shining from the carvings。 〃As Master Argith noted； on first inspection； whipping the undercreatures into a lather would seem irrelevant to your objective。〃
〃Look deeper；〃 the noble said。 〃We're canny enough to know we can't topple the matriarchy all at once。 Even without their spells； our mothers and sisters are too powerful。 They have too many talismans； fortr