war of the spider queen 3 condemnation-第29章

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　attention　of　the　crown　prince；〃　Valas　replied。　〃Still；　the　weapons　master　and　I　settled　for　replenishing　our　provisions；　so　we're　ready　to　leave　whenever　Coalhewer　obtains　our　pass。〃
　　　〃It　seems　we've　done　all　we　can　for　now；〃　Halisstra　observed。　〃I；　for　one；　am　tired　of　blinding　deserts；　soul…bleaching　shadowlands；　and　bare　cavern　floors。　If　we're　soon　to　return　to　the　bleak　and　fortless　wilds；　I'll　enjoy　what　civilization　I　can。〃
　　　Halisstra　held　up　her　cup　for　Danifae　to　fill。　The　battle　captive　rose　sinuously　and　refilled　her　mistress's　goblet。
　　　〃Drink　if　you　like；　but　don't　let　your　wits　bee　too　sodden；〃　Quenthel　warned　from　her　couch。　〃We're　hardly　among　friends　in　this　filthy　city。〃
　　　〃When　are　any　of　us　truly　among　friends？〃　Ryld　asked　with　a　snort。
　　　Halisstra　laughed　softly　and　said；　〃Indeed；　Ryld；　but　tonight　we　can　rest　in　fort；　confident　in　the　knowledge　that　we　none　of　us　trust　each　other　and　that　not　too　far　away　lurk　grim　enemies　who　would　destroy　us　if　they　could。　Would　we　have　it　any　other　way？〃
　　　Danifae　carried　the　ewer　to　Quenthel。　Ignoring　the　subtle　writhing　of　the　priestess's　serpent　whip；　she　lowered　her　eyes　and　leaned　forward　to　refill　the　high　priestess's　cup。
　　　〃We　must　seize　what　pleasures　we　can　when　the　opportunity　arises；〃　Danifae　added。　〃Is　that　not　the　purpose　of　power？〃
　　　Halisstra　sipped　her　wine　and　watched　the　scene。　Danifae　had　neglected　to　don　an　arming…coat　beneath　her　mail；　as　she　had　found　the　black　mithral　shirt　without　its　leather　padding。　Of　course；　Halisstra　had　already　offered　Danifae　a　spare　coat　of　her　own；　and　she　had　no　doubt　that　in　the　morning　Danifae　would　accept　it。　In　the　meantime；　the　girl's　perfect　dark　skin　gleamed　through　the　metal　mesh；　and　her　full；　round　breasts　swayed　enticingly　beneath　the　steel　as　she　stooped　to　pour　Quenthel's　wine。　The　males　in　the　room　could　not　take　their　eyes　from　her；　try　as　they　might。　Even　Jeggred；　four…armed　hulking　beast　that　he　was；　seemed　entranced　by　the　girl's　grace　and　beauty。　Valas　frowned　and　busied　himself　with　oiling　his　kukris；　obviously　sensing　the　peril　of　the　moment　and　recoiling　with　his　usual　caution。　Ryld；　on　the　other　hand。　。　。　。
　　　Ryld　was　looking　at　her。　Halisstra　carefully　kept　the　surprise　from　her　face　as　she　met　the　weapons　master's　gaze。　Their　eyes　locked。　His　expression　seemed　avid；　intense；　and　Halisstra　knew　that　Danifae's　posturing　could　not　have　escaped　his　notice；　but　instead　of　gaping　at　the　girl　in　her　armor　of　metal　mesh；　the　weapons　master　turned　that　gaze　on　her。
　　　Ryld　offered　a　slight　smile　and　made　a　soft　gesture　with　his　hand：　An　interesting　play。
　　　I　do　not　follow　your　meaning；　Halisstra　replied；　though　she　could　see　easily　enough　that　the　weapons　master　knew　perfectly　well　that　she　did。
　　　She　returned　her　attention　to　Danifae　as　the　girl　kneeled　close　beside　Quenthel；　sipping　her　own　wine。　The　pany　grew　quiet；　and　Ryld　pulled　out　his　traveling　sava　set　to　play　a　game　against　Valas　while　the　others　contented　themselves　with　savoring　a　moment's　respite　from　danger。
　　　Pharaun　returned　eventually；　a　handful　of　scrolls　tucked　under　one　arm。　He　retired　to　his　chamber　after　a　couple　of　halfhearted　jibes　at　the　weapons　master　to　break　his　concentration。　Ryld　won　anyway；　though　the　Bregan　D'aerthe　scout　gave　a　good　account　of　himself。
　　　〃It　has　been　a　long　day；〃　Quenthel　said。　〃I　shall　retire　to　my　chambers。　Jeggred；　Valas；　split　the　watch　tonight。　Two　others　will　watch　tomorrow。〃
　　　She　stood　and　stretched；　and　turned　her　eyes　on　Danifae　before　gliding　out　of　the　room。
　　　〃I　think　I'll　do　the　same；〃　Danifae　said。
　　　The　battle　captive　glanced　at　Halisstra；　offered　a　coy　smile；　and　went　quickly　after　Quenthel。　Ryld　put　away　his　sava　board　and　headed　up　to　his　room；　while　Valas　and　Jeggred　tossed　a　coin　for　first　watch。　Halisstra　stood；　gathered　her　piwafwi　around　her；　and　went　up　to　her　own　room。　She　paused　briefly　by　Quenthel's　door　and　listened；　just　long　enough　to　hear　what　might　have　been　a　soft　gasp　or　a　rustle　of　clothing；　then　she　moved　on。　Quenthel's　serpents　would　likely　report　an　eavesdropper　at　her　door。
　　　Clever　girl；　Halisstra　thought。　Quenthel　was　an　astute　and　daring　move　indeed。
　　　In　Ched　Nasad　Halisstra　had　sent　Danifae　to　seduce　a　rival　on　more　than　one　occasion。　Even　the　most　pragmatic　priestess　had　her　favorite　pets；　and　sometimes　an　otherwise　cold　and　calculating　female　might　be　manipulated　through　her　secret　pleasures。　Halisstra　doubted　that　Danifae　could　succeed　in　establishing　any　real　influence　over　Quenthel；　but　at　the　worst；　she　was　providing　the　Mistress　of　Arach…Tinilith　with　a　reason　not　to　abandon　Halisstra　and　her　handmaid　on　a　whim。　Of　course；　if　Danifae's　services　proved　too　valuable　to　Quenthel；　the　Baenre　might　be　inclined　to　claim　the　captive　as　her　own；　but　that　was　a　risk　Halisstra　was　willing　to　take。
　　　Even　if　Danifae　continued　to　encourage　the　Baenre　to　do　just　that；　Halisstra　thought　of　the　silver　locket　around　the　girl's　neck；　and　allowed　herself　a　smile。　Unless　Danifae　managed　to　free　herself　of　the　binding　spell；　she　couldn't　take　the　smallest　step　in　that　direction；　as　Halisstra's　death　would　precipitate　her　own。　For　the　moment　Halisstra　felt　she　could　rely　on　Danifae's　loyalty。
　　　Halisstra　found　her　room　and　undressed　for　bed；　setting　her　armor　on　a　chest　in　the　small　room　and　leaving　her　mace　where　she　could　reach　it　quickly。
　　　She　drifted　into　Reverie　thinking　about　Quenthel　and　Danifae　together。
　　　
　　　Aliisza　rode　in　an　iron　palanquin　through　the　streets　of　Gracklstugh；　carried　by　four　ogres　and　escorted　by　a　dozen　tanarukk　warriors。　The　tanarukks　wore　armor　of　burnished　iron　and　carried　wickedly　hooked　greatswords。　One　fellow　carried　a　yellow　banner　emblazoned　with　Kaanyr　Vhok's　assumed　symbol…a　scepter　clasped　in　a　gauntleted　hand。　Twice　their　number　of　gray　dwarf　warriors　escorted　the　embassy　along；　suspicious　glares　fixed　rigidly　on　the　black　palanquin　and　its　occupant。　The　alu…fiend　preened　just　a　little　beneath　the　attention。　She　would　have　moved　much　quicker　on　her　own；　of　course；　but　making　a　grand　entrance　into　the　city　of　the　gray　dwarves　might　encourage　the　duergar　to　take　her　seriously。　Besides；　it　was　fun。
　　　The　journey　from　the　halls　of　old　Ammarindar　had　not　been　particularly　swift　or　easy。　Aliisza　and　her　warriors　had　pressed　hard　at　their　best　possible　speed　for　five　days　along　ancient　dwarven　highways　to　reach　the　shores　of　the　Darklake；　and　it　had　taken　three　days　more　to　obtain　a　duergar　boat　to　cross　it。　She　was　growing　tired　of　dashing　this　way　and　that　through　the　Underdark　at　Kaanyr　Vhok's　mand。　On　the　other　hand；　it　continued　to　demonstrate　her　usefulness　to　the　demonspawned　warlord；　and　perhaps　it　wasn't　a　bad　thing　that　circumstances　gave　her　reasons　to　leave　his　side　from　time　to　time。　It　whetted　his　appetite　for　her　return；　and　sometimes　gave　her　the　opportunity　to　indulge　her　taste　for　。。。　variety。
　　　Gracklstugh　seemed　to　be　one　great　smithy；　a　city　of　roaring　forges　and　reeking　smoke。　It　struck　Aliisza　as　not　unlike　the　foundry　hall　in　the　ruins　of　Ammarindar；　except　Kaanyr　Vhok's　forge　was　only　a　fraction　of　the　size　of　the　gray　dwarf　realm。
　　　What　an　ugly　place；　Aliisza　thought。　Still；　the　sheer　scale　of　the　work　that　went　on　around　her　was　staggering。　More　than　once；　she　spotted　ponents　of　siege　engines　of　enormous　size　being　assembled　in　their　workshops。　Ched　Nasad　might　have　been　far　more　graceful　and　insidious；　but　Gracklstugh　was　strong。　Dwarven　skill　and　single…mindedness　seemed　almost　a　match　for　drow　magic　and　cruelty。
　　　The　gray　dwarves　turned　her　escort　toward　a　great　fortress　delved　into　a　mighty　stalagmite。　Ramparts　of　stone　and　turrets　of　iron　guarded　the　sloping　sides　of　the　duergar　castle。　As　the　ogres　carried　her　into　the　open　gate　of　the　king's　palace；　Aliisza　could　not　check　her　impulse　to　glance　up　at　the　mighty　portcullis　and　deadly　devices　poised　to　crush　any　attack。　She　had　several　ways　to　escape　if　she　needed　to；　but　none　of　her　warriors　would　get　out　of　the　palace　alive　if　the　gray　dwarves　decided　not　to　let　them　leave。
　　　The　procession　came　to　a　halt　in　a　large；