aling him almost as fast as the assassin and the lich could wound him。
A fraction of a heartbeat before Gromph could throw his ensorcelled daggers； Nimor appeared next to him again。 The rapier made a shrill whistling sound as it whipped through the air； drawing a frosted white line across Gromph's right side。 The pain was extraordinary； and Gromph's fingers twitched along with most of the other muscles of his body。 He almost dropped the two daggers but didn't。
He's gone； said Prath。
Gromph had expected that。
I think it might be the ring； Nauzhror said。
The ring？ Gromph sent back。
That allows him to slip from one place to another in an instant； Nauzhror explained。
Gromph had expected to fight Dyrr alone and had expected to fight him spell to spell。 The archmage had to admit； at least to himself； that he was unprepared for hand…to…hand bat and that in that regard at least； Nimor was likely superior。
He put those thoughts out of his mind when he heard Dyrr casting another spell。 He turned to look at the lich。
Dyrr had a strange look in his eyes； as if something was going to happen； but he wasn't sure exactly what。 Gromph didn't like that look at all。
He's summoning something； Nauzhror said。
By the time the last syllable of Nauzhror's warning sounded in Gromph's head； the lich's spell had done its work。 Lurching out of thin air； a set of insectoid legs slammed down onto the rock floor of the Bazaar…then another set； and another and another and another。 The insect's head was wider than Gromph was tall； maybe even twice as wide。 On either side of its grotesque mouth was a curved； jagged…edged pincer。 Two bulbous； multifaceted eyes scanned the abandoned expanse of the marketplace as the rest of the huge beast drew itself out of the Weave。
It was a centipede the size of a whole caravan of pack lizards； and behind it； Dyrr was laughing； and Nimor was flying at Gromph again。
One at a time； the archmage told himself。
He worked another spell on the pair of enchanted throwing daggers。 The centipede lurched at Gromph； but it was moving slowly； still unsure of its surroundings and the extent of the lich's control over it。 That gave Gromph time to finish the spell and throw the daggers。 He didn't bother to aim。 He tossed them in Nimor's general direction and let the spell do the rest。 The daggers whirled through the air； their paths twisting around each other in a perfect beeline for the winged assassin。
With impressive agility； Nimor slipped sideways in the air in an attempt to avoid the daggers； but once set on their course； nothing so simple would deter them。 The assassin had to twist in the air again； swatting at the blades with his rapier。 The flash of steel…Nimor's thin blade and both daggers…became a whirling blur around the assassin。
Well played； Master； Prath mented。 That should keep him occupied。
Again ignoring his nephew； Gromph called on the levitating power of his staff to launch himself straight up in the air。 The centipede's hideous sideways jaws crashed together an inch below the soles of his boots； and it immediately drew back for a second lunging attack。 Gromph； hoping he was well above the monstrous insect； twisted and rolled in the air； his eyes taking in every detail of the Bazaar and the surrounding stalagmites as he went。
The archmage stopped； hanging in the air between the confused centipede and the hovering lich。
〃You don't like my new pet？〃 the lichdrow taunted。 〃All he wants is to give you a little kiss。〃
〃I don't…〃 Gromph started； but the air was pushed from his chest once again when Dyrr； his staff held in front of him； used its power to thrust Gromph away。
The archmage could feel the giant insect behind him； looming like a stalactite fortress。 Dyrr drew himself up higher in the air and the repulsion pushed Gromph down and away…directly into the centipede's greedy jaws。
The right spell came to Gromph's mind in an instant； and he wasted some extra energy to cast it quickly。 The effect was one he'd felt hundreds of times； but he'd always hated it。 His body felt as if it were drawing itself thin。 He shivered despite himself and had to force himself to keep his eyes open when his vision blurred a little and the world around him became both distorted and somehow brighter； sharper。
He was surrounded by the inside of the gigantic insect。 Muscles and rivers of green semiliquid that served it for blood； the odd line of sheets the thing seemed to be using as lungs； the husks of other too…big insects that it had recently eaten…then another thick layer of armorlike chitin； and he was through it。 He had passed through the centipede； his body more a part of the Ethereal than the Prime Material Plane。
The centipede had no idea what was going on…how could it？ Gromph knew the insect wouldn't have been able to feel him pass through it； but the tasty morsel of drow flesh it thought it was going to bite and swallow was somehow behind it。
Gromph caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned fast to see Nimor ing at him again。 The daggers were gone； and the assassin had a few new cuts； but he was no less deadly for the experience。
The centipede turned； moving its massive body…one that must have weighed several hundred tons…in a shockingly quick and agile twist。 Gromph's ethereal body was still visible； though he appeared ghostly； oddly translucent。 The centipede didn't seem to see him。 Instead； its bulging eyes locked on Nimor。
Nimor slipped sideways in the air again and； fast as the insect was； the assassin slipped past its jaws in time to save his own life。 The centipede would have bitten him cleanly in two。
Gromph levitated up past the reach of the centipede as his body faded back into its solid form。
〃Dyrr；〃 Nimor raged； 〃mind your pet； damn you。〃
Gromph smiled at that； but Dyrr's response was to begin another incantation。 Nimor might have been angry at his undead ally； but they were far from turning on each other。 The archmage knew that Dyrr's spell would be directed at him。 Despite having spent a little time in ethereal form； the globe was still around him； so Gromph knew that Dyrr was going to be using powerful magic。 The archmage turned in the air to face the lich； but all he could do in the seconds it took for Dyrr to cast the spell was hope the defenses he already had in place would be enough to save his life。
There was no visible effect when the lich finished his spell； no trail of light or clap of thunder； but Gromph could feel the magic wrap itself around him。 The protective globe did nothing to keep the spell out； but other defenses came into play； and Gromph concentrated on those。 Still； his body began to stiffen。 The archmage could feel the moisture being drawn from his skin。 He found it difficult to bend his elbows。 It was as if he were being turned to stone。
He started to drop； and before he could take control of his levitation again； the centipede turned and bit at him。 One of the insect's pincers caught the archmage on the thigh as he dropped past。 It might have bitten his leg off； but it had the wrong angle； so instead it ripped his skin open and dragged its serrated edge deep into the muscle until it vibrated against Gromph's thighbone。
The archmage ground his teeth against the pain。 Even with his muscles stiff and his breath ing in slow； shallow gulps； he used the staff to pull up into the air away from the centipede； which came at him again。
Blood oozed like thick mud out of the deep gash in his leg； and Gromph found it ironic that it was Dyrr's spell that seemed to be saving his life。 The ring Gromph had been depending on didn't seem to be functioning。
Nimor hit him again； and the cold of the magic rapier made Gromph stiffen even more。 A breath caught in his throat； and his stomach convulsed until he was wrapped in a ball in the air。 He tried to blink； but he had to close his eyes； pause； then slowly open them again。
He tried to turn you to stone； Nauzhror said； his voice clear in Gromph's groggy mind。 You've resisted it thus far； Archmage。 Don't let it in。
Gromph turned his head slowly to the right…all he managed from an attempt to shake his head。 The globe of protective magic that enveloped him disappeared； its energy spent。 Gromph saw Dyrr draw himself up； only a few yards away。 The lich cast a quick spell； and a flurry of green and red sparks； each as long as an arrow； streaked at him。 Gromph managed to move his leg and extend his arm but couldn't get his jaw to open fast enough to utter the mand word。 The bolts of Weave energy smashed into him； burning him； shocking him； making him twitch； making his muscles extend then contract。 The archmage's skin rippled； and his joints popped。
It was painful； and he was bleeding in wide； hot sheets across his thigh； which was open to the bone。 He could move again but not fast enough to avoid the centipede。
The insect reared up； its massive pincers wide open； and closed on him in a lunge。 Gromph hung in the air barely within its reach。 The pincers came down and came together over his already wounded thigh。
Gromph felt himself tugged down by the centipede； then something gave and he bobbed back up。 Before taking stock of his new wound； he levitated farther up； dimly aware that he was trailing something。 He cast a spell even as Nauzhror and Prath shouted into his head。 Something was wrong； but he needed to finish the spell before he could do anything else。 He had to get rid of the centipede or it would eat him piece by piece while the damned lich stood by safely watching。
Gromph looked down and saw a spray of blood play across the centipede's wide； flat head； then fall through it as it faded。 The spell took full effect； and the centipede was gone； but the blood still fell in a grisly rain onto the floor of the Bazaar far below。
Gromph reached down to his leg and felt something hard and jagged。 He cut his finger on a sharp edge…the sharp edge of his own thigh bone。 His leg was gone。 The centipede had bitten it off。 Gromph clenched his fists in anger and looked down。 He could see his severed leg lying amid a shower of blood that still rained from his open wound。
Sparkles of light off to one side caught Gromph's attention。 Nimor threw something； and Gromph instinctively blocked his face； fearing a spell。 Instead； he saw the hilt of the winged assassin's enchanted rapier spinning to the ground far below。 The trail of sparkling light was what was left of the freezing blade。 Gromph's spell had done more than banish the centipede。
Nimor； to say the least； was not happy。
As the assassin launched a string of invectives his way； Gromph flexed his muscles and found that the stiffening effect was gone。 He was in pain but not as much as he would have imagined。 His ring was already starting to fight against the grievous wounds the archmage had suffered。 Gromph knew that he'd survive； but there was still the matter of the leg。
Nimor swooped over him then disappeared into the darkness。 Gromph couldn't see the lichdrow。 He dropped slowly to the floor； ing to rest in a poo