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The boy looked up； tears streaming down his cheeks； and blinked at the young Baenre； who Gromph knew was holding up the other side of the placard upon which was drawn； half again smaller than the way shelter rune； the number 。 。 。
〃Five；〃 the prisoner said； his voice squeaking in a most unseemly way。
Gromph smiled and stepped back； Jaemas moving smoothly to get out of his way。
〃Yes；〃 the archmage said； 〃this one。〃
Jaemas snapped his fingers and Prath came quickly back to attend his superiors。 The sound of a dark elf being strangled again echoed through the chamber； then again； and seven more times as Zillak executed the rest of the captives； save the one with the sensitive； blood…crimson eyes。
As Zillak went methodically about his bloody work； Gromph； Jaemas； and Prath stripped off their robes to stand barefoot； naked from the waist up； covered only by simple breeches。 Gromph concentrated on the sounds of the executions； keeping his mind as clear as he could。
In his rise through a demanding House； then through the ranks of Sorcere； Gromph had seen and done much。 He was no stranger to pain and sacrifice and was able to withstand much that would break even other noble drow。 He told himself that he would bear the proceedings that day as well； for his own good and for the sake of Menzoberranzan。
He kept mental note of the number of strangulations he heard； and when Zillak was squeezing the last of the life out of the last of the Dyrr captives； he said； 〃Bring in the table when you're through there； Zillak。 Then leave us。〃
〃Yes 。。。〃 the assassin grunted as he strained through the last execution； 〃Archmage。〃
When that last life was spent； Gromph caught a glimpse through Kyorli's eyes of Zillak walking quickly out of the circle of dead； wiping his hands dry on a rag。 The surviving Dyrr was crying； and by the sound of it Gromph thought the boy was more ashamed than afraid。 He had broken； after all。 He had behaved like some 。 。 。 goblin…certainly not a drow。 Dark elves didn't wet themselves at the prospect of death or torture。 Dark elves didn't cry in the face of their enemies…didn't cry at all。 If the boy hadn't proved his keen darkvision； Gromph might have thought him half human。
An example； he thought； for us all。
Zillak wheeled in a table upon which were secured four sturdy rothe leather straps。 At one end was a drain that emptied into a big glass bottle hanging from the bottom of the table。 Zillak left the table where Jaemas Xorlarrin indicated and quickly left the room。
Gromph took hold of Kyorli and cradled the rat in his arms as he sat on the table。 Holding the rat； he found he could turn the beast physically to keep her eyes focused where he wished。 Gromph chuckled at the odd timing of that revelation and turned the rat's face to Jaemas。 The Xorlarrin mage was making a point of not acknowledging Gromph's sign of humor。 Young Prath just looked nervous。
〃This is something；〃 Gromph said to his nephew； 〃that few masters have seen in a centuries…long lifetime； young nephew。 You will be able to tell your grandchildren that you were here to witness it。〃
The apprentice mage nodded； obviously unsure how to respond； and Gromph laughed at him even as he lay down on the table。 The steel was cold against his back； and Gromph broke out in gooseflesh。 He let out a long sigh to keep from shivering and held Kyorli to his bare chest。 The rat's claws pricked him； but Gromph didn't mind。 There would be greater pain soon； and not only for the archmage。
Reeling at first from the dizzying perspective； Gromph held the rat aloft and turned it to face the Master of Sorcere。 From the bowl that Prath was holding Jaemas had taken a polished silver spoon。 No ordinary eating utensil； the edges of the spoon were sharpened to a razor's keenness； Jaemas gestured for Prath to step closer to the prisoner； and Jaemas began to chant a spell。
The words of power were like music； and the sound of them sent a shiver through Gromph's already freezing spine。 It was a good spell； a hard spell； a rare spell； and one that only a handful of drow knew。 Jaemas had been chosen carefully； after all。
As the cadence rose and fell； the words repeating then turning upon themselves； the Xorlarrin mage stepped closer still to the shaking； terrified captive。 He held the spoon in a delicate grip； like an artist holds his brush。 With his other hand； Jaemas held the prisoner's left eye open wide。 It wasn't until the shining silver spoon was an inch from the boy's eye that the captive seemed to understand what was about to happen。
He screamed。
When the sharp edge of the spoon slipped up under his eyelid； he screamed louder。
When Jaemas； in one deft； fluid motion； scooped the eye from its socket； he screamed louder still。
When the eye fell with a soft； wet sound into the bowl that Prath held under the prisoner's chin； he shrieked。
Seen through the rat's eyes； the blood that poured from the empty socket looked black。 Jaemas held open the prisoner's right eye and the young drow started to beg。 All the while； the Master of Sorcere continued his incantation； not missing a beat； not missing a syllable； when he slid the spoon under the right eyelid； the boy began to pray。
When the eye came out； all the traitor could do was shake； mouth open wide； cords showing in his neck； blood flooding over his face。
Gromph had a fleeting thought of telling the prisoner； paralyzed with agony and horror； that at least the last thing he saw was a drow face and the simple line of a silver spoon。 The next thing Gromph would see might drive even the archmage mad。
Gromph； of course； said nothing。
Through Kyorli's eyes； Gromph saw Jaemas slip the silver spoon into the bowl； careful not to cut either of the fragile orbs。 The Xorlarrin mage； still incanting； took the rat from his master's hands； and Gromph's vision reeled。 He heard Prath set the bowl gently on the floor； and Jaemas turned the rat so that Gromph could see himself lying on his back on the cold steel table。 He could see Prath's hands shaking as he gently； almost reluctantly； folded the leather straps around Gromph's right wrist。 He fastened the strap； but not nearly tight enough。
〃Tighter； boy；〃 the archmage growled。 〃Don't be squeamish； and don't be afraid you're going to hurt me。〃
Gromph allowed himself a laugh as his nephew tightened the strap then moved on to his right ankle。 Jaemas continued to chant the words of the spell as Prath finished strapping his uncle to the table at both wrists and both ankles。 When Gromph was satisfied that he was properly secured； he nodded to the Xorlarrin mage。
Odd； the Archmage of Menzoberranzan thought as Jaemas set Kyorli down on his bare chest。 If Lolth wished it； none of this would have been necessary； but whether she answers her priestesses' prayers or not； all of it would still be possible。
That thought brought a tentative peace to Gromph。 The knowledge…no； the certainty…of his power had always reassured him； and it did still。 It was that certainty that helped him breathe normally and remain still as he watched； from the rat's own eyes； Kyorli's meandering； reluctant march up his chest and onto his chin。 The rat paused and Gromph saw black fingertips…Jaemas's…descend over his left eye with a twisted bit of wire。 The Xorlarrin's touch was cool and dry on Gromph's eyelids。 The archmage held still while the Xorlarrin mage set the wires gently； carefully； to hold his eyelid open。 That was repeated on his right eye while Jaemas continued to chant； and Kyorli looked on with uncharacteristic patience。 The rat was slowly ing under the influence of the spell； and it was that magic that was focusing the rodent's attention on Gromph's eyes。
Though he could feel the wires holding his eyes open； Gromph； when he let his concentration fall away from his familiar； could see nothing。 There was not a hint of light or shadow； not a sliver of reflection。
Gromph took a deep； steadying breath and said； 〃Proceed。〃
His concentration off the rat and onto himself； Gromph couldn't see Kyorli crawl over his face； but he could feel every needle prick of her claws； could smell her musk； and could hear her sniffing。 A whisker slipped across one of Gromph's open eyes； and he flinched。 It stung。 His eyes might have been useless； but they could still register pain。
Well； thought Gromph； too bad for me。
The first bite sent a wave of burning agony blasting through the archmage's head。 Gromph's entire body tensed； and his teeth ground together。 He could feel the rat back off and could feel the blood slowly drip down the side of his face。 Jaemas continued to chant。 The pain didn't stop either。
〃Kyorli；〃 the archmage grunted。
The rat was hesitating。 Even under the influence of the spell； even offered the tasty morsel of a living…if sightless…eye； the rat knew that she was mutilating her own master； a master who had proven in the past to be anything but forgiving。
Gromph slipped his consciousness into his familiar's； and despite the one already ruined eye sending blood dripping down the side of his head； Gromph could see。 It was the same colorless； dull rat's vision； though。 He could see the bite the rat had already taken out of his right eye； could see the blood； could see himself shaking； could see the grim set of his jaw； and the open； helpless orb of his other blind eye awaiting the rodent's reluctant ministrations。
Gromph pelled the rat to finish her work。
Kyorli might have hesitated at the orders of Jaemas； but she responded to her master's invitation to feed without a second's pause。 For at least three bites； Gromph watched his own eye being chewed out of his head； then Kyorli's vision blurred as she plunged her head into the ruined orb to tear at the tender； blood…soaked bits inside。
The pain was unlike anything Gromph had ever imagined； and in his long； uneasy life； the Archmage of Menzoberranzan had imagined a lot。
〃Scream if you have to； Archmage；〃 his nephew whispered into his ear； barely audible over the sound of the feeding rat。 〃There is no shame in it。〃
Gromph grunted； trying to speak； but kept his jaw clamped shut。 The young apprentice had no idea what shame was； but even in his maddening agony； Gromph promised himself that his nephew would learn and that would be the last time Prath Baenre offered his uncle advice。
Gromph didn't scream； even when the rat moved on to the other eye。
Chapter Two
The demon steered them to the darkest part of the lake； and not one of the drow thought anything of it。 Bobbing at anchor in the deep gloom of the Lake of Shadows； the ship of chaos…Raashub's ship of chaos…stood out stark white against the inky darkness。 The water itself was a black matched only by the deep ebony of his drow master's skin。 The wizard； the one they called Pharaun； had found him； bound him； chained him to his own deck； and had done so with no humility； no respect； and no fear。 The thought of it made the wiry black hairs that dotted the demon's wrinkled gray flesh stand on end。 For a few moments； the demon stood reveling in the hatred he felt for that drow and his haughty kin。
The drow had been gating in one servile； simpering； weak…willed mane after another。 The damned souls of petty sinners were food in the Abyss； and they were food for the ship of chaos。 The uridezu took note of the number of manes the drow wizard brought in at any given time in hopes of gauging the dark elf's power。 If it was an exact science； the gating in of lesser demons； Raashub didn't know its finer points； but so many of them were ing through there could be no doubt that the drow was skilled。 Raashub wasn't helping the drow and was happy to let them not only feed his ship but exhaust their spells； efforts； and attention in the process。 The presence of all those wailing； miserable demons must have clouded the drow priestess's senses enough that at times Raashub could push the boundaries of his captivity。
A rat's primitive consciousness intruded on his own； and Raashub sent only the tiniest hint of a glance its way。 He'd been calling them； subt