Ричард Байерс - Dissolution
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«If I had my magic, I could compel you to do as you're told, but in its absence, I must take other measures,» Quenthel raised the whip, sweeping the vipers off Drisinil's face in the process, and slammed the metal butt of the weapon down in the middle of her forehead. The mistress then took out the silver vial. She pinched the dazed, feebly struggling girl's nostrils closed, poured the stimulant into her open mouth, and forced her to swallow. The effect was immediate. The younger female bucked and thrashed until her eyes flew open. The high priestess hopped back down to the floor. «How does it feel? I imagine your heart is hammering.» Drisinil trembled like the string of a viol. Sweat seeped from her pores. «What did you do to me?» «That should be obvious to an accomplished poisoner like yourself.» «You've poisoned me?» «It's a slow toxin. Do as I ordered, and I'll give you the antidote.» «I can't cozen the others like this. They'll see something's wrong with me.»
«The external signs should ease in a minute or two, though you'll still feel the poison speeding your heart and gnawing at your nerves. You'll just have to put up with that.» «All right,» Drisinil said. «Just bring the antidote with you when you come to Lirdnolu's room.» The mistress arched an eyebrow, and Drisinil added, «Please.» Quenthel smiled. Catching her mood, the whip vipers sighed with pleasure.
«How did you know your darkness would madden the beast?» asked Pharaun, lathering his narrow chest. The night before, after he made way back to Pharaun, the two of them had found they had enough healing potions to cure all the wounds that either had sustained. Still, despite their restoration to full vitality, the next few hours proved exhausting, as they struggled to survive the madness of the hunt and watch out for Greyanna at the same time. At last they'd escaped the Braeryn. Claiming that while Greyanna was seeking them in the Stenchstreets, they'd be safe in pleasant, prosperous Narbondellyn, Pharaun had insisted that he and Ryld dispense with disguises and celebrate their sundry discoveries and escapes with a visit to one of Menzoberranzan's finest public baths. The warrior had objected to what he saw as reckless bravado, but not too vehemently. Ryld supposed that he and Pharaun would climb beyond their foes' reach soon enough. The prospect made him feel rather wistful. Over the course of the past few minutes, he'd been enjoying the luxury of scrubbing off the sweat and grime that had accumulated on his person, sitting down, and thinking about nothing in particular. He should have known the peace and quiet couldn't last for long. Pharaun couldn't go long without craving conversation. «How did you know that, shrouded in darkness or no, the foul wing wouldn't just keep descending, guided by its other senses?» the wizard persisted. The warrior shrugged and said, «I didn't know, but it seemed like a good guess. The thing's an animal, isn't it?» Pharaun grinned. «Not really. It's a creature from another plane. Still, your instincts were sound.» Ryld shrugged and replied, «I was lucky to get away from there with my life. Very lucky.» «Fire and glare, you're a master of Tier Breche. You're not supposed to be modest. Are you ready to move?» They rose from an octagonal pool set in the black marble floor, and, having completed the quotidian business of cleaning themselves, headed for a larger basin where they would luxuriate in steaming, scented mineral water. Later in the day, it would be packed, but it wasn't fashionable to visit the baths so early in the morning. They had it to themselves, which was convenient. They could converse without fear of eavesdroppers. Ryld walked straight down the steps and sat on the underwater ledge. The warmth felt good on his leg, mended but still a little sore, and he sighed with contentment. Pharaun made a production of immersing himself in stages, an inch at a time, as if the heat were almost more than he could bear. «I've been thinking about your malaise,» the wizard said, once everything but his head was finally submerged. «I have a solution.» «What do you mean?» «Resign from Melee-Magthere and become the weapons master of a noble House. It will have to be one of the lesser ones, of course, you being a commoner, but that's all right. You may see more excitement that way.» «Why would I do that? It's not a move up. It might not be a loss of rank, depending on the House, but still, what would be the point?» «You're bored, and it would be a change.» «One that would put me under the thumb of any number of high priestesses. I'd have less autonomy than I do as an instructor.» «I managed to pursue my own objectives while under my mother's supervision.
Still, you make a legitimate point. You might find yourself abhorring the tug of the reins. What's the answer, then?» «Who says there is one? Except, perhaps, further lunatic holidays with you. I admit, this one broke the tedium.» A diminutive female gnome carried a pile of freshly laundered and folded towels out of a doorway on the far wall. Ryld wondered if she was one of the Prophet's followers, and if she had any of the rabble-rouser's duergar firepots stashed somewhere in the bathhouse. It felt strange to think of a humble undercreature that way—wielding stone-burning bombs against its betters. «You speak of our errand in the past tense,» the wizard said. «Well, once you tell the archmage the runaways are in the Braeryn fomenting a pitiful little goblin uprising, it'll be over, won't it? Gromph will pardon your transgressions. The Council, having failed to stop our inquiries, will, I trust, see no point in continuing to try to kill us. It'll be more to their advantage to let us go on training wizards and soldiers to serve them.» «You're very certain the insurrection will be pitiful. Is it because Greyanna's followers exterminated so many undercreatures last night?» Ryld scooped up a handful of hot water and splashed it on his neck, which had gotten a little stiff from his exertions. «No,» he said. «The hunters killed plenty of goblins, but they were only a fraction of a fraction of the creatures jammed into every nook and cranny of the district—you saw the interior of Smylla's home. Trust me, you still don't really understand.» «I understand that many other such specimens inhabit the rest of the city as well. Why, then, do you doubt their ability to do some appreciable damage? It can't be for want of spirit. The underfolk are in an excellent humor, enflamed by their Prophet's oratory, painting their racial emblems hither and yon, and murdering potential informers and unbelievers.» «They still lack martial training and proper weapons.» «Some were warriors before the slavers captured them. Some are thrall soldiers still. As for the arms, well, when visiting the World Above, did you ever see a city burn? I did. I had to torch one myself to complete a mission. The destruction and loss of life were impressive, even though the inhabitants knew their buildings could catch fire and had procedures for dealing with it.» «Whereas we don't? Surely you wizards. .?» Pharaun shrugged. «Not really. Why would it occur to us? Perhaps we could improvise something, but if we didn't catch the conflagration early, it might not be entirely effective.» «But you would catch it early. The undercreatures won't rebel all at once, and that will make it possible to quash each little uprising as it begins.» «You're assuming 'the Call, whatever it is, will pass by word of mouth, or at any rate, that it won't be disseminated rapidly. You could be right. The noise baffles may hinder it, but what if the Prophet has some arcane means of rousing every goblin and bugbear at the exact same instant?» «Do you know of such a magic?» «No.» «And you're a Master of Sorcere. So it's reasonable to assume no such power exists.» Pharaun arched an eyebrow. «Indeed? Thank you for your expert opinion.» Ryld made a spitting sound and said, «Look. You think a rebellion could amount to something. I disagree, but say you're right. Isn't that all the more reason to report to Gromph immediately?» The wizard waved to a goblin slave who was sauntering by. «The difficulty is that I have yet to succeed.» «What?» «My assignment is to find the runaways. I glimpsed two of them for a matter of minutes, then lost them. Do you think the Baenre will deem that satisfactory?» Frowning, Ryld said, «Considering that we did uncover something of interest. .» «Remember, our great and glorious archmage doesn't hold me in high esteem. He sent me out as a decoy, a target for the priestesses to harass. Knowing him as I do, I'm sure that if I fulfill the letter of our agreement, he'll swallow his dislike and keep his end, but should I fall the least bit short, it will be a different matter.» «You can at least tell him the rogues are in the Braeryn.» «Can I? We sifted through the Stenchstreets as well as any outsiders could. We didn't find the house where the runaways hang their cloaks, and we actually have only the flimsiest of reasons for assuming it's in the Braeryn at all.» «I suppose you're right.» «Of course. When am I not? Now, here's what I intend to do: Find the rogues' hiding place. Discover who the Prophet is and how his wizardry—or whatever it is—works. Learn where the firepots came from, where they're cached around the city, and the master plan for the rebellion. And most importantly of all, determine what the fugitives know about the clergy losing its magic.»
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