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   〃I must consult with our high priestess;〃 Nimor said; though he had no intention of doing any such thing。 The weapons master; still under Nimor's powerful and lasting enchantment; would trust him anyway。 〃I believe she will support the suggestion; though。〃
   〃Good;〃 Andzrel said as they reached the Baenre camp。 He clapped Nimor on the shoulder。 〃If you find the duergar somewhere they're not supposed to be; report back at once。 I want no foolishness out of you。 You are the eyes of our army。〃
   Nimor smiled and said; 〃Do not worry; Master Andzrel。 I intend to leave nothing to chance。〃
   
   Jezz the Lame crouched awkwardly in the shadow of a ruined wall; gazing across a small square at a large; round tower a stone's throw away。
   〃There;〃 he said。 〃The beholder's tower。 There's a flight of stairs leading up to the door; which we have previously found to be unlocked but guarded by deadly magical traps。 You'll see several small windows in the upper levels; perhaps large enough for a small drow to slip through。 We haven't tried those; though。〃
   Ryld; who crouched just behind the Jaelre; leaned out to take a look for himself。 The tower was much as Jezz had described it; surrounded by the sprawling ruins of Myth Drannor。 After using Pharaun's magic to speed their travel to the old elven capital and resting a few hours to prepare; the pany had spent most of the night fighting their way through the ruins。
   Myth Drannor was little more than a great wreckage of white stone overgrown with trees and vines; but once it had been something more。 The old surface elf city might not have been as large as Menzoberranzan or as infernally grand as Ched Nasad; but it possessed an elegance and beauty that equaled; if not exceeded; the best examples of drow architecture。
   Ryld cast a careful glance to the rooftops。
   〃No sign of devils;〃 he said。 〃Perhaps we've slain enough that they've decided not to trouble us anymore。〃
   〃Unlikely;〃 Jezz said with a snort。 〃They've drawn back to organize another attack; and await the arrival of more powerful fiends before trying us again。〃
   〃In that event; we should take advantage of the respite to do what we came to do;〃 Quenthel said。 She too moved up to study the tower。 I see nothing that encourages me to change our plan。 Pharaun; cast your spell。〃
   〃As you wish; dear Quenthel;〃 the wizard began; 〃though I must say that I do not entirely agree with the stratagem of…〃
   Angry glares from every other member of the pany silenced Pharaun before he finished his protest。 He sighed and fluttered his hand。
   〃Oh; very well。〃
   The wizard straightened and carefully spoke the words of his spell; the potent syllables ringing with magical power。 An intangible wave seemed to roll over Ryld and the others。 In its wake; Ryld felt strength and quickness drain from his limbs; and Splitter seemed to grow heavier in his hand; its gleaming blade suddenly dulled。 Ryld was no wizard; but like any acplished drow he had over the years armed himself with various magical devices and enchantments to increase his speed; his strength; the toughness of his armor; the deadliness of his weapons。 Pharaun's spell temporarily abolished all magic in the vicinity; leaving Ryld without the benefit of a single enchantment; and the other drow were similarly affected。 The strangest effect of all was the sudden inertness of Quenthel's fearsome whip。 One moment the snakes hissed and writhed of their own accord; alert and vicious; and in the next they dangled like dead things from the weapons haft。
   〃Stay close to me; if you wish to stay within the spell's effect;〃 Pharaun said。
   He licked his lips nervously。 Within the zone of antimagic he'd just created; he could cast no spells; and his own formidable array of enchanted devices and protections were inert; too。 The wizard readied his hand crossbow; and loosened his dagger in its sheath。
   〃I feel like I'm going up against a dragon with a dinner knife;〃 he muttered。
   Ryld clapped him on the shoulder and stood。 He sheathed Splitter and drew his own crossbow。
   〃Yes; but your spell pulls the dragon's fangs;〃 he said。
   〃Get moving;〃 Quenthel said。
   She looked more than a little unfortable herself。 Evidently she didn't care for the unmoving silence of her weapon。 Without waiting; she loped across the courtyard and bounded up the steps leading to the tower's door。 The others followed; blinking in the light of the approaching dawn。 Ryld made a point of keeping watch on the ruined streets and walls behind the party; watching for the return of any of Myth Drannor's monstrous denizens。 The last thing they needed was a band of blood…maddened devils to descend on them while they'd suppressed their own magic。
   At the door of the tower; Quenthel stepped aside for Jeggred。 The hulking draegloth moved up and wrenched the door open; bounding inside。 Masonry cracked and clattered to the stone steps。 Quenthel followed hard on his heels; then Danifae and Valas。 Ryld looked around one last time; and noticed Jezz hanging back。
   〃You're not ing?〃 he asked the Jaelre。
   〃I intend to observe only;〃 Jezz replied。 〃Defeating the beholder is your task; not mine。 If you survive; I'll join you in a few minutes。〃
   Ryld scowled; but ducked inside。 They were in a foyer of some kind; illuminated by slanting rays of dim light from holes in the ancient masonry。 At the far end of the room; a second door stood。 Once the foyer might have been a grand and impressive hall; but the tiles of the floor were cracked and split by deep green mold; and the proud banners and arrases that hung on the walls were little more than tattered rags。 Pharaun stood close by; examining an intricate symbol clearly etched on one block of the floor。 The whole emblem was a little larger than his hand; with a great plexity of curving lines and characters。
   〃A symbol of discord;〃 the wizard observed。 〃If we were not protected by the antimagic field; it would have caused us to fall on each other with murderous fury 。 。 。 but we hardly need a symbol for that; do we?〃
   〃The next room?〃 Ryld asked。
   Jeggred was already by the door。 The draegloth opened it and quickly bounded through; followed by the others; into a round chamber not unlike the bottom of a well。 Several of the floors above had long since collapsed; burying the ground floor in rubble and wreckage; with great wooden beams protruding from the mess。 Heaps of masonry taller than a drow impeded movement。
   Ryld stared into the empty space above; searching for any sign of the monster that was supposed to lurk there。 The others did as well; but all was still。
   〃I see no beholder;〃 Jeggred said。
   Ryld was about to reply when something above them responded in a horrible; croaking voice; 〃Of course not; fools。 I do not wish to be seen!〃
   An instant later the creature lashed out at them。 From somewhere nigh overhead; near the top of the ruined tower; several brilliant rays of magical energy…the deadly beams each of the monster's eyes could fire in order to wound; paralyze; charm; or even disintegrate its foes…lanced downward at the drow; followed by a great blue bolt of lightning conjured by the unseen monster。 Ryld could not see the magic's source。
   The rays and crackling bolt of electricity abruptly winked out just over the drow's heads; negated by Pharaun's zone of null magic。 The creature tried again; bringing different rays to bear and incanting some horrible spell in its deep; droning voice; but those were no more successful。
   Ryld aimed his crossbow up the shaft and guessed at the spot from which the rays had stabbed down at them; loosing his bolt with practiced skill。 A squeal of pain overhead told him that he'd guessed his target well。 Valas; Danifae; and Pharaun fired too; while Jeggred snatched up a good…sized brick in one fighting claw and hurled it up into the darkness with surprising swiftness。 Not all of their barrage struck home; of course。 Even if it had been visible; a beholder's thick chitinous hide could deflect many attacks; and scoring a square hit on the creature when it was garbed in invisibility was more t

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