war of the spider queen 3 condemnation-第43节
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ough the snow； until she caught sight of Jeggred's hulking form and the smaller shapes of her panions moving ahead of her。 Halisstra settled back into her pace； and turned to glance back down the trail。
Someone was there。
From all sides she heard the whisper…quiet sounds of soft feet stealing through the woods； then the sounds were abruptly cut off by a perfect； impenetrable silence that could only be magical。
Halisstra hissed in alarm； but heard nothing。 She brought up her crossbow。 Directly up the path a lanky male elf with skin as white as the snow darted toward her； armed with a gracefully curved war axe in one hand and a shorter hand axe in the other。 His eyes glittered like green death in the night。
〃Watch out！〃 she cried； trying to warn her panions； but again nothing broke the perfect silence。
Without a moment's hesitation she whirled and fired her crossbow at Jeggred； perhaps fifty yards ahead。 She skewed her aim a bit； so instead of taking him between the shoulder blades the quarrel struck quivering into a tree beside the half…demon's head。 The draegloth leaped and shouted…or so she guessed； anyway； since she couldn't hear it…but； more importantly； he turned to see what was happening behind him； and spied the surface elves stealing up from behind them。
An instant later； the elf axeman was upon Halisstra； whirling his two matched crescent blades in a deadly pattern of gleaming steel。 He was shouting something too； a war cry perhaps。 Halisstra gave up her fine crossbow to deflect the first stroke of the long axe； leaped back out of the reach of the shorter one； and hastily drew her mace； slinging her shield from her shoulder。 The pale elf leaped forward to engage again； and they circled； trading skillful blows that failed to find their mark。
Halisstra could see more green…armored shapes flitting through the woods toward her； swords and spears glittering in the darkness。 She redoubled her efforts and put the two…axe fighter on the defensive； hoping to batter down his defenses before she was surrounded by foes。
A brilliant； searing light detonated along the trail behind her； filling the darkened forest with the painful glare of daylight。 The last thing she saw before the spell blinded her pletely was a pany of surface elves and human warriors； dashing up to join the fray。
There was only one thing Halisstra could do。 Raising her shield to buy a moment's time； she ducked down； grasped a handful of dirt and dried leaves from the ground at her feet； and imbued them with magical darkness； making good use of the power shared by all drow。 A heavy blow fell on her shield； without a sound； and she quickly scuttled away from the axeman； staying low to the ground and feeling her way along。 Some of her enemies would be waiting for her to emerge from the impenetrable blackness…at least； that was what Halisstra would have done in their place。 The wisest thing to do was to remain within as long as possible in the hopes that the surface dwellers had no more magic suitable for canceling or dispelling her field of darkness。
As with any drow noble familiar with battle； Halisstra knew to an instant how long her own dome of darkness would persist。 In her case； she could sustain the magical gloom for almost three hours。 If she lay still and quiet for a long time； the surface dwellers might very well think she'd slipped away。 At the very least； she was reasonably sure she could outwait the spell of silence that covered the area。 Once her hearing returned； she might be able to form a better guess as to what to do next。
Mace in hand； she groped her way to a large tree； leaned against its trunk； and settled down to wait。
Nimor stood patiently in the hall outside the council chamber； studiously allowing his shoulders to slump and his face to sag。 He was supposed to be tired； after all。 Dressed in the arms of an officer of House Agrach Dyrr； he'd purportedly fought his way free of the battle at Rhazzt's Dilemma in order to carry word of the attack to the matron mothers。 Of course； the Agrach Dyrr garrison had already delivered the outpost to the army of Gracklstugh； but the matron mothers didn't know that yet。
Feigning exhaustion； despair； and resolve in the proper quantities was difficult for him； especially when his heart raced with excitement and his body quivered in anticipation。 Long…laid plans had found their moment and unfolded slowly toward a terrible fruition。 Through his own labors and toils he had altered the course of two great cities。 Both moved ponderously and yet inevitably toward a terrible collision he had imagined months before； and with each hour events gathered speed and required less and less of his guidance。 Soon he could allow himself to vanish from the stage once more； his great toils done； and make ready to reap the rewards of his labors。
To divert himself while he awaited the summons to the council in the chamber beyond； Nimor studied the hall with care。 One never knew； after all； when a half…remembered doorway or a choice of exits might spell the difference between life and death。 The Hall of Petition； as the place was called； formed the entrance to the matron mothers' secretive council chamber。 The high ladies themselves rarely passed through this room。 They had various secret and magical ways to travel from their palaces and castles to their seats within。 Instead； the Hall of Petition was the place where all who had business with the council awaited the matrons' pleasure。 Naturally； it was nearly empty。
Any drow who needed something simply begged it of one of the matron mothers； and most carefully and respectfully at that。 Only those drow manded to appear before the council waited in the Hall of Petition； and again； anyone whose presence was manded had probably already made his report to one of the matron mothers beforehand。 The hall was most monly employed as a convenient place for persons of interest to the council to wait until called within to deliver her report； present her request； or more often plead her case and hear judgment。
Sixteen proud male warriors and wizards stood in or around the hall； two from each of the Houses whose matron mothers sat on the council。 They were ostensibly designated as a guard for the entire council； but in truth each male spent most of his time carefully watching the males of rival Houses to make sure that no secret attack was afoot that day。
The floor； all of polished black marble with veins of gold； gleamed in the dim light of faerie fire globes set high in the ceiling； and great friezes along the walls showed the story of Menzoberranzan's founding。
Several minor functionaries scurried about the hall； bowing and scraping to all who deserved such obsequiousness； and imperiously disregarding any who did not。 Nimor； wearing the arms of a minor officer of House Agrach Dyrr； fell somewhere in between。
To Nimor's great surprise； he was kept waiting only forty minutes before one of the chamberlains approached and gestured toward the door。
〃The Council expects your report； Captain；〃 he said。
Nimor followed the official into the council chamber itself； bowing to the high seats of the eight matron mothers。 Each was attended by one or two of her daughters； nieces； or favorites。 A grand archway to one side of the chamber led off to a set of smaller shrines and halls adjacent to the council； to which the matrons' attendants and secretaries could be dismissed should the matron mothers decide to discuss their business in private。
〃Matron Mothers； Captain Zhayemd of House Agrach Dyrr；〃 the chamberlain announced。
Nimor bowed again； and held the pose as he surreptitiously studied the matron mothers。
Triel Baenre sat at the head of the Council； of course。 Petite and pretty； she seemed too young for the place of honor； though she was of course hundreds of years in age。 Mez'Barris Armgo of House Del'Armgo sat next to her； then came the place where the Matron Mother of House Faen Tlabbar formerly sat。 Nimor studiously did not smile； but he allowed his gaze to linger a moment on a young female who occupied Ghenni's place…Vadalma； the fifth daughter of the House。 Either the first four destroyed each other squabbling for their mother's place； he reflected； or young Vadalma was much more acplished than she looked。
Opposite the new Faen Tlabbar matron sat Yasraena Dyrr； graceful and lissome； well at ease in the chair she had occupied since Auro'pol's demise。
〃Ah； I see my captain has arrived；〃 Yasraena said to her peers。 〃Wele； Zhayemd。 You have endured much today； but I am afraid I must subject you to one more ordeal before you can be allowed your well…deserved rest。 Tell the Council the tidings you brought me earlier。〃
〃As you wish； Honored Matron；〃 Nimor said。 He glanced around at the highborn females and affected a trace of nervousness。 〃Matron Mothers； I have e from the garrison at Rhazzt's Dilemma。 We have e under attack from a great force of duergar and their allies； including derro； durzagons； giants； and many slave troops。 We do not expect to delay them for more time than it takes the duergar to bring their siege engin
