war of the spider queen 2 insurrection-第41章

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　　　〃Not　today；〃　Ryld　said；　taking　a　step　forward　and　reaching　for　Splitter。
　　　As　one；　a　multitude　of　soldiers　brandished　hand　crossbows；　and　at　least　half　a　dozen　wizards　and　priestesses　appeared　to　ready　spells。
　　　〃Ryld；　you　fool；　wait！〃　Pharaun　growled；　still　trying　to　keep　his　voice　low。　〃There　are　better　ways　。。。〃
　　　Valas　reached　a　hand　out　and　stopped　the　larger　drow　from　finishing　the　act　of　unsheathing　his　greatsword。
　　　〃Not　yet；〃　the　scout　pleaded。　〃We've　got　no　chance　like　this。〃
　　　Ryld　snarled；　but　he　released　the　hilt　of　his　weapon　and　stepped　back　again。
　　　〃Good；〃　the　third　matron　mother　said。　〃You　are　not　as　foolhardy　as　Faeryl　suggested。　Though　the　bravado　is　misplaced　here；　I'm　sure　it's　served　you　well　in　the　past；〃
　　　〃Mistress　。　。　。　？〃　Pharaun　began。
　　　〃Aunrae　Nasadra；　of　First　House　Nasadra；〃　the　drow　finished　for　him。
　　　Of　course　you　are；　the　wizard　thought。
　　　〃Mistress　Nasadra；〃　he　said；　〃while　I　am　shocked　and　saddened　by　the　news　of　Quenthel's　death；　I　implore　you　to　hear　me　out。　I　have　absolutely　no　knowledge　of　any　conspiracy　between　her　and　anyone　here　in　the　city。　There　must　have　been　a　great　misunderstanding。〃
　　　〃I　doubt　it；〃　Aunrae　replied；　〃but　you　may　yet　have　a　chance　to　prove　it　and　spare　your　neck。　Simply　tell　us　the　truth。　Did　you　or　did　you　not　sneak　into　the　city　and　meet　in　secret　with　Drisinil　Melarn；　matron　mother　of　House　Melarn；　in　order　to　steal　goods　out　of　Black　Claw　Mercantile's　storehouses？〃
　　　Pharaun　looked　around　at　the　myriad　faces　staring　expectantly　at　him…and　at　the　scores　of　weapons　leveled　at　him　and　his　two　panions…and　he　did　the　only　thing　he　could；　he　lied。
　　　〃Absolutely；　Mistress　Nasadra；〃　he　deadpanned；　and　everyone　including　Ryld　and　Valas　gasped。　Before　the　other　two　Menzoberranyr　could　refute　his　false　admission；　he　continued；　〃Or　rather；　Quenthel　must　have。　It　all　makes　sense；　now。　You　see；　Mistress；　she　ordered　my　two　panions　and　me　to　track　down　caravans　that　could　help　transport　a　large　amount　of　goods；　without　telling　us　what　they　were　for。　Mistress　Baenre　told　us　males　very　little；　you　must　realize。
　　　〃Right　before　we　set　out　to　follow　her　instructions；　I　overheard　her　speaking　with　Faeryl　Zauvirr；　the　ambassador　to　Menzoberranzan　who　was　acpanying　us。　I　recall　that　she　said　something　about　meeting　with　her　mother　and　one　other；　though　of　course　at　the　time；　I　didn't　know　to　whom　she　was　referring。　She　asked　Faeryl　something　to　the　effect　of；　'and　you're　certain　the　meeting　place　is　secure？　We　can't　afford　to　be　seen；　you　know。'　〃
　　　〃You　pompous；　smart…mouthed　liar！〃　Faeryl　screamed　from　across　the　room。　〃Kill　them　now　and　be　done　with　it！〃
　　　Pharaun　did　all　he　could　to　avoid　smiling。　Around　him；　everyone　began　to　talk　at　once；　and　though　he　heard　more　than　a　few　snatches　of　conversation　condemning　him　and　his　outlandish　story；　he　knew　that　he　had　sown　the　seeds　of　doubt。　Already；　though；　the　troops　who　had　surrounded　them…troops　wearing　the　insignia　of　House　Zauvirr…　began　to　advance　uncertainly　upon　the　three　of　them。
　　　〃All　tight；　wizard；〃　Ryld　hissed；　〃we're　out　of　time。　What　are　we　going　to　do？〃
　　　Pharaun　opened　his　mouth　to　tell　the　warrior　that　he　had　absolutely　no　idea；　when　a　sudden　and　violent　shudder　rocked　the　chamber；　causing　everyone　to　stumble　and　flail　about；　their　center　of　balance　disrupted。　A　split　second　later；　a　monumental　thundercrash　penetrated　the　walls；　deep　and　loud；　and　reverberated　through　the　entire　room。
　　　〃By　the　Dark　Mother；〃　someone　cried　as　everyone　looked　at　everyone　else　in　confusion　and　panic。
　　　A　servant　ran　into　the　chamber；　a　wild　look　of　fear　in　his　eyes。
　　　〃Mistresses！　It's　duergar！　Hundreds　of　them；　surrounding　us　。。。　they're　attacking！〃　Another　sonic　shock　knocked　the　liveried　boy　to　his　knees；　and　he　seemed　to　hug　the　floor　in　terror。　〃They　burn　the　stones　themselves；　Mothers。　The　city　is　burning！〃
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　　　Aliisza　was　more　than　a　little　surprised　to　see　the　horde　of　duergar　seemingly　appear　out　of　thin　air　around　the　great　manor　Pharaun　and　his　panions　had　entered。　From　the　looks　on　their　faces；　though；　she　wasn't　nearly　as　surprised　as　the　drow　who　were　guarding　the　place。　The　gray　dwarves；　whom　she　estimated　numbered　between　two　and　three　thousand；　had　formed　a　line　along　one　side　of　the　manor　house　before　making　themselves　visible　by　firing　off　a　volley　of　crossbows。　They　also　lobbed　several　dozen　small　clay　pots；　which　burst　into　orange　balls　of　flame　upon　impacting　the　stonework　wall　that　surrounded　the　manor。
　　　The　few　drow　who'd　been　lounging　around　near　the　palatial　front　gates　scrambled　for　cover　as　the　hail　of　bolts　and　incendiary　bombs　struck。　The　blast　from　the　initial　attack　shook　the　entire　web　street；　and　Aliisza　had　to　improve　her　grip　to　avoid　slipping　and　falling　from　her　roost　on　the　roof　of　the　building　on　the　opposite　side　of　the　open　plaza。　When　she　could　look　again；　she　saw　that　few　of　the　dark　elves　had　survived　the　first　attack。
　　　An　alarm　was　quickly　sounded　inside　the　courtyard　of　the　cyst…like　building；　and　more　drow　appeared　from　inside；　a　large　contingent　of　them；　in　fact。　Aliisza　watched　as　they　formed　a　line　across　the　protective　wall　and　returned　fire　with　their　hand　crossbows。　Several　duergar　dropped　before　the　barrage；　but　the　gray　dwarves　exhibited　wise　tactics；　throwing　up　a　shield　wall　with　the　front　rank　and　firing　a　second　volley　from　behind　that　protective　barrier。　In　several　places；　the　stone　itself　seemed　to　burn　from　the　duergar　fire　bombs；　and　the　fire　was　spreading。
　　　In　the　plaza；　citizens　of　Ched　Nasad　scrambled　for　cover；　and　in　the　distance；　Aliisza　could　see　a　large　column　of　troops　marching；　one　web　street　over；　in　her　direction。　The　duergar　were　about　to　have　unwanted　pany　。。。　or　so　she　thought。
　　　That's　when　the　second　mass　of　gray　dwarves　appeared　inside　the　courtyard；　flanking　the　drow　who　had　formed　up　to　defend　the　front　gates。
　　　Oh；　how　clever；　the　alu…fiend　thought。　They　look　like　they've　done　this　a　time　or　two。
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　　　Pharaun　never　hesitated。
　　　〃Scatter；〃　he　said　sharply　to　the　two　drow　with　him。
　　　He　willed　a　spell　into　being。　Ordinarily　he　would　have　needed　at　least　a　few　seconds　to　speak　the　phrase　and　perform　the　gestures　to　bring　the　effect　about；　but　he　had　enhanced　this　particular　magic；　and　this　conjuration　simply　happened　as　he　thought　it；　with　no　gestures；　words；　or　delays。　A　thick；　roiling　mist　appeared；　obscuring　everything　around　the　wizard。　He　knew　that　Ryld　would　know　how　to　take　care　of　himself；　and　he　hoped　that　Valas　would　understand；　too。　He　promptly　dismissed　them　from　his　mind　as　he　levitated　upward。
　　　Another　concussive　blast　shook　the　House；　though　the　wizard；　hovering　in　the　air；　only　heard　it　this　time。　He　floated　all　the　way　to　the　ceiling；　casting　a　spell　of　invisibility　on　himself。　He　knew　it　wouldn't　pletely　obscure　him　from　the　more　clever　wizards　and　matron　mothers；　but　it　would　at　least　prevent　the　mon　soldiery　from　spotting　him。　From　below；　he　could　hear　the　turmoil　and　confusion　as　a　host　of　drow　reacted　to　both　the　messenger's　words　and　the　rumbles　in　the　foundation。
　　　When　he　reached　the　ceiling；　Pharaun　reached　inside　his　piwafwi　and　extracted　a　small　pinch　of　diamond　dust。　He　incanted　once　more；　watching　as　the　dust　vanished　in　a　sparkle　of　light。　It　would　further　conceal　him；　he　hoped；　this　time　from　detection　magic。
　　　By　then；　someone　had　had　the　presence　of　mind　to　magically　dissipate　Pharaun's　mist；　and　the　floor　below　was　clear　once　more。　The　Master　of　Sorcere　surveyed　the　entire　chamber；　looking　for　signs　of　Ryld　and　Valas。　The　scout　was　nowhere　to　be　found；　which　didn't　surprise　the　wizard　in　the　least；　and　Ryld　had　maneuvered　himself　off　to　one　side　of　the　room。　The　weapons　master　crouched　behind　some　statuary；　Splitter　in　hand；　watching　as　the　enemy　ran　here　and　there。
　　　He　won't　stay　hidden　long；　Pharaun　reasoned；　knowing　the　matron　mothers　still　intended　to　mete　out　their　own　personal　justice　just　as　soon　as　they　could　restore　some　order。
　　　Considering　quickly；　the　wizard　dug　out　a　bit　of　fleece　from　one　of　his　pockets