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ousehold was relatively small。 Otherwise； they wouldn't have had enough pilfered garments to go around。
She and her lieutenants sported the finery of the Ousstyl dignitaries； while the mon soldiers had donned piwafwi’s and mail； and carried the arms of Talindra's bodyguards。
The outlanders stowed provisions beneath their mantles。 The quantity was insufficient； for they couldn't conceal all that much。 With luck； they'd be able to hunt and forage on the trail。 They headed for the mansion's enclosed stable； where Talindra had left her driftdisc。
Faeryl noticed that some of her retainers were sweaty and wideeyed。 Though she was careful not to show it； she still felt just as apprehensive herself。 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； knowing 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 conceivably 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； undrowlike 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 fastened 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 manded 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 Fiftysecond 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 nerverackingly 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 they actually approached the place； some guard peering down from the ramparts was bound to penetrate their disguises。
They marched south； still without interference。 If someone was chasing them； the ambassador was sure it would have bee apparent by then。 Faeryl took a deep breath； told herself her ruse had succeeded； and tried to relax。 She couldn't； quite。 Perhaps when she reached the Bauthwaf； or better still； escaped Menzoberranyr territory altogether 。 。 。
The outlanders' route carried them to the west of the elevation that was Qu'ellarz'orl； its slopes thick with enormous mushrooms。 Then； at last； they reached one of the city's hundred gates to the tunnels beyond。 The Menzoberranyr defended all of them； but this one at least was a minor exit。 It boasted fewer guards than most。
The fugitives approached boldly； as if they had every legitimate expectation of the sentries ushering them through。 The guards must have wondered why a high priestess would wear an elegant cloak and gown and ride her ceremonial transport for an excursion into the dirty； dangerous caves beyond the city； but a matron's whim was law in Menzoberranzan。 They offered her obeisance； then set about the cumbersome process of unbarring the graniteandadamantine valves—or most of them did。
One officer eyed Faeryl thoughtfully。 He had a foxy； humorous face and was smaller than most males； which apparently didn't hinder him when wielding the heavy broadsword hanging from his baldric。 Though he carried the blade of a warrior； he'd eschewed mail—which could disrupt arcane spells—for a cloak and jerkin possessed of the countless telltale pockets of a wizard。 Evidently he was fighter and wizard both。 When she gazed directly at him； he respectfully lowered his head but resumed his scrutiny as soon as she turned her head。
She pivoted around to face him and asked； 〃Captain； is it？〃
The small male gave her a smart salute。
〃Captain Filifar； my lady； at your service。〃
〃Please； e here。〃
Filifar obeyed。 If he betrayed any wariness； it was only in his eyes。 The two gigantic spiders graven in the leaves of the gate stirred ever so slightly。 Faeryl realized they would emerge from the carving and fight for him if manded。
〃You have the look of an intelligent male；〃 she said； gazing down at him from atop the driftdisc。
〃Thank you； my lady。〃
〃Perhaps you received orders；〃 she continued； 〃to refuse passage to the delegation from Ched Nasad。〃
〃No； my lady。〃
Filifar's hand twitched ever so slightly。 It wanted to reach for either the hilt of his sword or the spell ponents in one of his pockets。
〃Your subordinates were content to receive their instructions and let it go at that； but not a sharp boy like you。 Somehow you contrived to find out what the ambassador looks like； thus making sure you'd be able to recognize her if she came this way。〃
Filifar's mouth tightened。 〃My lady；〃 he said； 〃my pany is well armed and well trained。 You may also have observed the spiders graven—〃
She raised her hand。 〃Don't agitate yourself； Captain。 I mean you no harm。 We're just two Menzoberranyr idly chatting； passing the time it takes your fellows to open the gate。〃
〃I regret； my lady； that now that I've seen you up close； I can't allow them to do that。〃
He took two careful steps back； retreating beyond her reach； then pivoted to shout the order。
Faeryl stopped him dead by displaying a gaudy ruby brooch； formerly Talindra's property。
〃I said you were an intelligent lad； Captain Filifar； but I don't believe you're a prosperous one。 You wear no jewelry； and your clothing is made of mon stuff。〃
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