war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第108章

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Faeryl　noticed　that　some　of　her　retainers　were　sweaty　and　wide…eyed。　Though　she　was　careful　not　to　show　it；　she　still　felt　just　as　apprehensive　hernotself。　Was　she　mad　to　flout　Triel　Baenre's　express　mand；　especially　when　she　and　her　subordinate　priestesses　had　virtually　no　magic　implements　left？
Well；　no。　It　would　be　lunacy　to　sit　on　her　rump　and　do　nothing；　knownoting　that　Triel　would　eventually　get　around　to　ordering　her　arrest。　Even　if　Faeryl　weren't　concerned　about　her　own　fate；　with　every　passing　hour　she　grew　more　anxious　to　learn　what　had　halted　all　traffic　from　Ched　Nasad；　and　not　just　because　the　trade　was　important　in　its　own　right。　Absurd　as　it　seemed；　she　couldn't　shake　the　irrational　fear　that　some　misfortune　had　befallen　the　City　of　Shimmering　Webs　itself。
She　had　to　know。　Any　great　event　affecting　Ched　Nasad　could　conceivnotably　injure　House　Zauvirr　and　diminish　her　own　status。　Moreover；　though　she　would　never　admit　it　to　another；　she　cared　about　her　homeland　for　its　own　sake。　Not；　she　assured　herself；　that　she　suffered　from　love；　loyalty；　or　any　other　soft；　un…drowlike　emotion。　Yet　Ched　Nasad　had　shaped　her　into　the　person　she　was。　It　was　a　part　of　her；　and　anything　that　harmed　the　city　would　trouble　her　as　well。
In　any　case；　having　assaulted　and　robbed　her　dinner　guests；　the　die　was　cast。
The　pack　and　riding　lizards　hissed　and　grunted　when　the　party　entered　the　stable。　Faeryl　dearly　wished　she　could　take　some　of　the　reptiles　with　her；　but　since　Talindra　hadn't　brought　any　such　beasts　along　with　her；　it　was　out　of　the　question。
The　matron's　driftdisc　was　a　round；　flat　stone　with　an　ivory　throne　fasnottened　on　top；　the　whole　floating　about　a　foot　above　the　floor。　The　device　glowed　with　a　soft　white　light　tinged　ever　so　faintly　with　green。
Since　it　was　Faeryl　who'd　appropriated　Talindra's　attire；　she　hopped　up　on　the　driftdisc；　sat　in　the　ornate　cushioned　chair；　and　mentally　notmanded　the　apparatus　to　levitate　up　to　the　proper　dignified　height。　She　endured　a　bad　moment　during　which　nothing　happened；　and　she　was　sure　the　Ousstyl　had　rigged　the　vehicle　in　such　a　way　as　to　keep　anyone　else　from　riding　it；　then　the　circular　platform　rose。　It　was　just　sluggish；　about　what　you'd　expected　of　the　equipment　of　the　Fifty…second　House。
Two　of　Faeryl's　soldiers　threw　open　the　gates；　and　the　party　ventured　out　into　the　open；　her　retainers　forming　a　proper　column　around　her　as　soon　as　they　had　the　room。
They　marched　away　from　the　luminous　keep　that　had　been　their　home　for　fourteen　years；　past　the　alleyway　where　Umrae　had　died；　and　onward。　Faeryl　couldn't　see　Triel's　watchers；　but　she　could　feel　their　eyes　on　her。　She　felt　all　but　certain　they　would　recognize　her。
But　maybe　not。　Most　people　saw　what　they　expected　to　see。　The　spies　had　watched　the　Ousstyls　enter　the　residence；　and　just　as　anticipated；　the　petty　nobles　were　departing。　Why　would　anyone　bother　to　peer　closely　when　he　was　sure　he　already　knew　what　was　going　on？
That　was　the　theory；　anyway。　At　the　moment；　it　seemed　a　dubious　notion　on　which　to　gamble　her　life。
Her　pany　left　the　immediate　vicinity　of　the　residence　without　anyone　trying　to　hinder　them；　which　proved　nothing。　The　watchers　wouldn't　pop　out　of　hiding　and　confront　the　fugitives　themselves；　They'd　scurry　away　to　rouse　a　pany　of　warriors；　who'd　intercept　the　daughters　and　sons　of　Ched　Nasad　in　the　street。
Thus；　while　her　expression　conveyed　the　proper　mix　of　serenity　and　haughtiness；　her　muscles　were　stiff；　and　her　mouth　dry　as　she　floated　down　the　avenues。　For　the　moment；　she　was　heading　for　Narbondellyn；　site　of　the　Ousstyls'　modest　citadel。　It　was　where　the　spies　would　expect　her　to　go。
Drow　did　their　best　to　clear　the　way　for　the　matron　of　even　a　minor　House。　She　was　grateful　for　that。　Still；　heavily　laden　carts　and　the　like　could　only　pull　aside　so　quickly。　The　impostors'　progress　was　necessarily　and　nerve…rackingly　sedate。
Finally；　though；　they　passed　Narbondel　itself；　where　the　magical　glow　had　climbed　three　quarters　of　the　way　to　the　top　of　the　great　stone　column。　Faeryl　spotted　Talindra's　fortress　and　turned　her　pany　aside。　If　t