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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； subtly； for two days…ever since the drow had first e aboard。 The rodents swam the surface of the Lake of Shadows； and they inhabited the spaces between decks and under steps on the ship of chaos the same way rats everywhere swam； hid； and survived。 Raashub； an uridezu； was as much rat as anything else a mundane prime could understand； and he knew the rats of the Underdark as he knew rats in every corner of the endless planes。
The rodent responded to Raashub's glance with a silent twitch of its whiskers； a gesture the uridezu felt more than saw。 It scurried behind the thick base of the main mast and crept cautiously toward the draegloth。
They called the half…breed Jeggred。 As draegloths went he was an average specimen。 If Raashub were stupid enough to engage him； the draegloth would win a one…on…one fight； but the uridezu would never be that stupid。 He would never be as stupid as the draegloth。
The rat didn't want to bite the half…demon； and Raashub had to silently insist。 It was a gamble； but the uridezu didn't mind the odd risk for the odder reward。 His psychic urging drew the attention of one of the female drow again； though； and the uridezu backed off； looking away before they made eye contact。 All of the drow deferred； if grudgingly； to the female named Quenthel； who was apparently some high priestess of the drow spider…bitch Lolth。 That one was as conceited and as unworthy of that conceit as the rest of them； but she was sensitive。 Raashub worried that she could actually hear him when he didn't want her to。
Darting in fast； the rat nipped at the draegloth's ankle。 The half…demon swatted it away with a grunt； and the tiny rodent flew through the air； out into the darkness。 The splash was almost too far away to hear。 The draegloth； whose skin was unmarred by the puny creature's teeth； locked his eyes on Raashub's and glared at him。
The draegloth had been doing little the past two days but glare at him。
Annoying little vermin； Raashub sent into the draegloth's mind； aren't they； Jeggred？
The draegloth blew a short； vile…smelling breath out of his nostrils and his lips peeled slowly back to reveal fangs…rows of dagger blades as sharp as razors and as piercing as needles。 The half…demon hissed his anger； and boiling spittle sizzled on his lips。
Pretty； Raashub taunted。
The draegloth's eyes narrowed in confusion。 Raashub allowed himself to laugh。
The high priestess turned and looked at them both。 Again； Raashub avoided eye contact。 He moved his foot enough to let the chain that bound him rattle against the single dragon bone that prised most of the deck of his ship。 Above him； the tattered sails of human skin hung limp in the still air。 The demon heard Jeggred turn。 Raashub liked the game…they were both caught by a sternly disapproving mother in their boyish mischief。
Quenthel looked away； and Jeggred locked his eyes on Raashub again。 The uridezu didn't bother taunting him anymore that day。 It was being boring。 Instead； the demon contented himself with standing quietly； occasionally nudging the ship a little closer to the deeper gloom along the cavern wall。
Patience was not normally a quality enjoyed by his kind； but Raashub had been trapped in the Lake of Shadows for a long time。 The appearance of the drow had been something of a godsend…though by the tone of their conversations and the snippets of facts regarding their mission the drow had let slip； Raashub knew it was hardly a god or goddess who'd sent them。 They had managed to release his ship and release him。 If he was anything but an uridezu； a demon born in the whirling chaos of Mother Abyss； he might have been 。 。 。 ah； what was the word？ Grateful？ Instead； he was patient； a little patient for a little longer。
Soon the drow would slip into their Reverie； their meditative trance so like sleep； and the high priestess would look inward。 When that time came and she couldn't sense what he was doing； Raashub would bring another of his kind across the limitless infinity between planes。 He had already called one of them the day before。 The drow； over…confident in their measure of control over him； hadn't sensed him calling； failed to notice his cousin Jaershed cross from the Abyss； and still didn't realize that the other uridezu was even then clinging to the keel； wrapped in conjured darkness； waiting。
Jaershed hadn't learned patience the way Raashub had； and the lust for blood and chaos sometimes came out of him in waves。 When it did the damnable high priestess would look around as if she'd heard something； as if she thought she were being watched。 Raashub would silently wail； then； adding his mental voice to the anguished moans of the parade of manes they brought in and led into the hold one by one。 Quenthel would be curious； disturbed even； but she would ultimately believe。
The dark elves had bested Raashub after all。 Their powerful mage had trapped him on that miserable plane； chained him to his own deck； cowed him； enslaved him 。 。 。 and none of them could imagine that as true as that was； nothing…not in the Abyss； the Underdark； the Lake of Shadows； or aboard a ship of bone and chaos…lasted forever。
Raashub closed his eyes； suppressed his anticipation； and smiled。
Ryld Argith peered into the darkness of the Velarswood night and sighed。 In the places where the trees were tall enough and close enough together to block out the star…spattered sky； it almost felt fortable for him； but those times were few and far between in what the weapons master had e to learn was a relatively small forest。 The sounds didn't help…whistles and rustling all the time from every direction； often not echoing at all。 His hearing； sensitized by decades of training at Melee…Magthere； was tuned to the peculiarities of the Underdark； but in the World Above； it was making him a nervous wreck。 The forest seemed always alive with enemies。
He turned to scan the darkness for the source of some random twittering…something he'd been told was a 〃night bird〃…and instead he caught Halisstra's eye。 She knew what he was doing…startling at every sound…and she smiled at him in a way that only days before Ryld would have taken as a sign that she'd identified a weakness in him； one that she'd surely exploit later。 The twinkle in her crimson eyes seemed to imply the opposite。
Halisstra Melarn had confused Ryld from the beginning of their acquaintance。 The First Daughter of a noble House from Ched Nasad； at first she had been every inch the haughty； self…possessed priestess she'd been raised to be； but as her goddess turned her back on her； her House fell； then her city crumbled around it； Halisstra had changed。 Ryld abandoned his long…time ally Pharaun and the rest of the Menzoberranyr to go with her； and he didn't regret that； but he wasn't sure he could turn his back forever on the Underdark the way she so obviously had。 Ryld still had a home in Menzoberranzan…at least he assumed he did； absent any news from the city that was already feeling the effects of Lolth's Silence when they'd left。 When he thought about it； he felt certain that someday he would return there。 When he looked at Halisstra he saw a dark elf like him but also unlike him。 He knew that she would never be able to go back； even if she had a House to go back to。 She was different； and Ryld knew that eventually he would have to change too or go home without her。
〃Are you all right？〃 she asked him； her voice a wele respite from the cacophony of the forest。
He met her eyes but wasn't sure how to answer。 Thanks to the Eilistraeen priestesses Uluyara and Feliane； he was not only alive but unwounded。 The poison that had nearly claimed him had been pulled from his blood by their magic； and his wounds and Halisstra's had been healed； leaving not even scars to mark their passage。 The alien goddess of the surface drow had granted him his life； and Ryld was still waiting for her or her followers to present a bill。
〃Ryld？〃 Halisstra prompted。
〃I'm…〃
He stopped； turned his head； and when he heard Halisstra inhale to speak again； he held up a warning hand to silence her。
Something was moving； and it was close。 It was on the ground； and it was moving toward them。 He knew that Feliane had gone ahead of them…the Eilistraeeans were always sensitive about giving the two newers time alone…but she was farther away and in a different direction。
Behind you； he signaled to Halisstra； and to the left。
Halisstra nodded； and her right hand moved to the enchanted blade at her hip。 Ryld watched her turn； slowly； and as he drew his own mighty greatsword from his back； he took the briefest moment to admire the curve of Halisstra's hip； her mail glittering in the starlight against the dark background of the forest。 Her feet whispered in the snow； and Ryld tracked the sounds。 Whatever it was wasn't moving in a very deliberate way； and it sounded as if there was more than one； though the lack of echoes still made it hard for him to be sure。 He didn't detect any change in the way it was moving when either of them drew their swords； so Ryld thought it unlikely the trespasser had heard them。
A spindly plant devoid of green…the Eilistraeeans had called one like it a 〃bush〃…quivered； but not from the wind。 Halisstra stepped back and held the Crescent Blade in the guard position in front of her。 She had her back to him； so Ryld couldn't municate with her in sign language。 He wanted to tell her to step back farther； to let him take care of whatever it was； but he didn't want to speak。
When the thing rolled out from behind the bush； Halisstra hopped back three fast steps； keeping her sword at the ready。 Ryld rushed at the bundle of bristly brown fur assuming Halisstra would clear the rest of the space for him。 When she didn't he was forced to stop； and it looked up at him。 The closest thing to the creature Ryld had ever seen was a rothe； but it was no rothe。 The creature was small； the size and weight of Ryld's torso； and its wide eyes were wet and innocent； weak and…
〃Young；〃 Halisstra whispered； as if she was finishing his thought。
Ryld didn't let down his guard； though the beast sat calmly on the ground； looking at him。
〃It's a baby；〃 Halisstra said； and slipped the Crescent Blade back into her scabbard。
〃What is it？〃 Ryld asked； still not ready to let down his guard； much less sheathe his sword。
〃I have no idea；〃 Halisstra answered； but still she crouched in front of it。
〃Halisstra；〃 Ryld hissed； 〃for Lolth's…〃
He stopped himself before he finished that thought。 It was another habit he would have to change or take home with him。
〃It's not going to eat us； Ryld；〃 she whispered； looking the little creature in the eyes。
Its nose twitched at her； and its eyes held hers。 It seemed curious； with a face vaguely elflike； but its gaze betrayed an animal's intelligence and no more。
〃What are you going to do with it？〃 he asked。
Halisstra shrugged。
Before Ryld could say anything else； two more of the little animals wandered out of the bushes to regard their rade and the two dark elves with a meek curiosity。
〃Feliane will know what to do with them；〃 Halisstra said； 〃or at least be able to tell us what they are。〃
It was Ryld's turn to shrug。 One of the creatures was licking itself； and even Ryld wasn't wrapped so tight that he could still see them as a threat。 Halisstra sent out a call the Eilistraeeans had taught them…the sound of some bird…and Ryld slipped his greatsword back into its scabbard。
Feliane would hear the call and e to them。 Ryld cringed when he realized that when she got there and saw the two of them dumb…rounded by what looked like harmless prey animals 。 。 。 they would both look foolish again。 At least； Ryld would。
Feliane came stomping through the underbrush。 Ryld was surprised by not only how fast the Eilistraeen was moving but by how loud she was。 He'd e to respect their ability to slip through the forest un…
He realized at that moment that w