按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
〃One hopes not。〃
Pharaun handed the other drow a gold； hammershaped coin minted in some dwarf enclave。
〃Tell the barkeep you want the stuff that bubbles；〃 Bruherd advised。
'The stuff that bubbles。' Charming。 Clearly； I've fallen among connoisseurs。〃
〃It'll do；〃 said Ryld； still unobtrusively studying the crowd。 〃The important thing is that we toast our victory。〃
Pharaun waited a beat； then chuckled。 〃You're supposed to ask him what he's talking about；〃 he said to Bruherd； 〃thus affording us a graceful way to mence boasting of our triumph。〃
The lip twitched again。 〃I don't think much about victories or triumphs anymore。〃
Pharaun shook his head。 〃So much bitterness in the world It weighs on the heart。 Would it cheer you to learn I've avenged us in some small measure？〃
〃Us？〃 Bruherd grunted。
Across the room； a scuffle erupted between a shaggy hobgoblin and a wolffaced gnoll。 As the batants rolled about the floor； somebody tossed them a knife； apparently just out of curiosity as to which would manage to grab it first。
〃Hark to the glad tidings；〃 said the Master of Sorcere。 〃I'm Pharaun Mizzrym； expelled first from the Seventh House and now Tier Breche； neither time for any rational cause。 Incensed； I chose to take vengeance on the Academy。 With the aid of my similarly disgruntled friend Master Argith； I destroyed a patrol in the Bazaar earlier today。 You may have heard something about it。〃
Bruherd stared。 The kobold and goblins within earshot did the same。
〃It's true；〃 said Ryld。
〃That was you？〃 Bruherd said。 〃And you're bragging about it？ Are you insane？ They'll hunt you down〃
Pharaun said； 〃They were trying anyway。〃 The entire cellar was falling quiet。 〃I've heard rumors of an agency that will spirit a drow boy away if he's well and truly discontent with his lot in life； as I trust Ryld and I have shown we are。〃
Bruherd said； 〃I don't know what you're talking about。〃
〃Well；〃 Pharaun said； 〃they probably have to think you can be of some use to them； and if you'll five my saying so 。 。 。〃
He caught a flash of movement from the corner of his eye； and turned just in time to see the taverner fall back in two pieces。 Evidently he'd been in the process of climbing silently over the bar with a short sword in hand； and Ryld； sensing him； had pivoted and cut him。 The drow warrior spun smoothly back around； Splitter at the ready。
Pharaun turned back as well； just in time to see a mass of undercreatures rushing him。 He snatched three smooth gray stones from a pocket and started to recite a spell。 Ryld's greatsword flicked across the wizard's field of vision； killing two gnolls that sought to engage him； allowing him to finish the incantation unmolested。
A cloud of vapor boiled into existence in front of him。 Those ores and goblins caught in the fumes collapsed。 Others recoiled to avoid their touch。
The fog blinked out of existence a heartbeat later。
〃I'm afraid I can't permit you to kill us and sell the corpses to the authorities；〃 Pharaun told the crowd； 〃and I'm shocked—shocked—you would even try。 Aren't you pleased we massacred a patrol？〃
〃They don't want the priestesses to find you here；〃 said Bruherd。 He hadn't made a move during the skirmish。 Perhaps he'd frozen； or maybe he'd figured his best hope of survival lay in passivity。 〃I don't； either。 They're liable to kill us； too。〃
〃How disappointing；〃 Pharaun said。 〃And here I thought Ryld and I had found a cozy enclave of kindred spirits。 But of course we won't force our pany on those who lack the rarified sensibility to appreciate it。 Neither； however； will we quit this place before we slake our thirst。 You goblins and whatnot will have to withdraw。 Good evening。〃
The undercreatures glowered。 The mage could tell what they were thinking。 They were many； and the intruders only two。 Yet they'd seen what those two could do； and after a few seconds； they started trudging out； leaving their unconscious rades sprawled on the floor。
〃You're crazy；〃 Bruherd told the masters。 〃You need to keep your heads down very low for a few years。 Give the matrons and the Academy time to fet。〃
〃Alas；〃 Pharaun said； 〃I suspect I'm unfettable。 You too may depart if you can bear to tear yourself away。〃
〃Crazy；〃 the outcast repeated。
He limped for the stairs and in a moment was gone like the rest。
Pharaun walked behind the bar。 〃Now；〃 he said； 〃to begin drow's eternal search for the stuff that bubbles？
Ryld surveyed the slumbering goblins as if pondering whether to stick his sword in them。
〃I still think this is a bad idea；〃 the weapons master said。
Careful not to soil his boots； Pharaun stepped around the two bloody pieces of the barkeep and inspected a rack of jugs and bottles。
〃You always say that； and you're always mistaken。 The goblinoids will carry word of our whereabouts far and wide。 The rogues are bound to hear。〃
〃As will your sister and everyone else we've managed to annoy。〃
Pharaun uncorked a jug。 The pungent liquid inside didn't seem to be fizzing； so he moved on。
〃Care to make a wager on who'll arrive first？〃
〃Either way；〃 Ryld snorted； 〃we wind up dead。〃
〃Had I wished to hear the dreary voice of pessimism； I would have detained our friend Bruherd；〃 the wizard said as he inspected a jar full of cloudy liquid。 〃Here's a jar of pickled sausages if you care to break your fast； but I won't vouch for the ingredients。 I think I see a kobold's horn floating in the brine。〃
He opened a glass bottle with a long； doublecurved neck； and the contents hissed。
〃Aha I've found the draught the Duskryn remended。〃
〃Someone's here；〃 said Ryld。
The mage turned。 Two figures were descending the stairs。 They looked like ores； with coarse； tangled manes and lupine ears； but Pharaun's silver ring revealed that the appearance was an illusion； disguising dark elf males。 The wizard saw the masks as translucent veils lying atop the reality。
He conveyed the truth of the situation to Ryld with a rapid flexing and crooking of his fingers。
〃Gentlemen；〃 said the mage； 〃well met My rade and I have been looking everywhere for you。〃
〃We know；〃 said the taller of the newers； evidently not surprised that a Master of Sorcere had instantly penetrated his disguise。 He was Houndaer Tuin'Tarl； one of the highest ranked of the missing males； likewise one of the first to elope； and thus almost certainly one of the ringleaders。 Certainly he looked like a princely mander of lesser folk。 His rich silk and velvet garments； the magical auras of many of his possessions； and strutting demeanor all proclaimed it。 He wore crystals in his thick； flowing hair—a nice effect—had closeset eyes and a prominent jaw； and looked as if he knew how to manage the scimitar hanging at his side。 He also looked rather tense
〃We've known for a while；〃 said the other stranger； whom Pharaun didn't recognize。
At first glance； he appeared to be a nondescript moner； with the squint and small hands of a craftsman proficient at fine work。 However； the dagger tucked in his sash fairly blazed with potent enchantments； as did an object concealed within his jerkin。 Evidently he'd layered one disguise on another。
〃Well；〃 said Ryld； 〃you took your time contacting us。 I guess that's understandable。〃
〃I think so；〃 said Houndaer as he and