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tanding in the family。
All but choking on their loathing of one another； they fought a duel that lasted decades and enpassed every facet of their existence； and gradually； on every battlefield； Greyanna began to prevail。 She sabotaged many of Sabal's plans to enhance the fortunes of House Mizzrym and found ways to take credit for those that succeeded。 By secretly tainting some of the sacred articles in this very shrine； she ensured that her twin's public rituals would fail to produce even the feeblest sign that the Spider Queen found her worship acceptable。 She sowed doubt about Sabal's petence and loyalty in the ears of everyone who would listen。
Over time； Greyanna rose to bee her mother's most valued aide； while Sabal was seen as a dolt fit only for the simplest of tasks。 She was forbidden the use of her family's more powerful magical artifacts； lest she break them or turn them to some illconceived purpose。 From kin to slave warriors； any member of the household who might once have supported her aspirations shunned her as if she were diseased。 At that point； Greyanna could have killed her easily； and she expected she'd get around to it eventually； but Sabal's misery was so satisfying that she put it off。
Put if off until Pharaun came home from Sorcere。
Before her little brother departed to Tier Breche； Greyanna had barely noticed him。 Of course； you didn't pay attention to young males unless you were unlucky enough to be put in charge of them。 They were the silent little shadows creeping about the house； cleaning； ever cleaning； straining to master their inherent magical abilities； and learning their subordinate place in the world； all under the impatient eyes—and whips—of their minders。 As far as she could remember； Pharaun had been as cowed and pathetic as the rest。
The Academy transformed him into something considerably more interesting； though； to say nothing of dangerous。 Perhaps it was mastering the formidable powers of wizardry； or maybe it was immersion in an enclave prised entirely of males； but somehow he emerged from his schooling polished； clever； and bold； possessed of a sharp wit and glib tongue that frequently danced him up to the brink of chastisement and safely back again。
Amazingly； he threw in with Sabal； who had all but abandoned hope of ever climbing higher than her current degraded estate。 To this day； Greyanna could only explain his decision by positing a perverse and unnatural bond between them； but whatever his reasons； with the help of Pharaun's ideas； advocacy； and magic； Sabal essayed new ventures； succeeded brilliantly； and began to scale the ladder of status once more。 She did so more quickly than Greyanna could have imagined； and the family came once more to regard the twins as peers； equal in merit and promise。 Accordingly； their private war resumed； even more vicious and murderous than before； but this time Sabal—say Pharaun； rather—proved a match for her。
Greyanna tried to break the stalemate by convincing Pharaun to change sides。 She expected it to work； for after all； she and Sabal looked exactly alike and shared precisely the same prospects。 Why； then； should the wizard not throw in with the stronger； shrewder sister who had risen to the top of House Mizzrym without his help？ Think of the triumphs they could acplish together Though inwardly sickened by the prospect； she even smiled lasciviously and offered him the inducement she believed Sabal had given him。
Her brother laughed at her。 It was at that instant that Greyanna came to hate him just as savagely as she did her sister。
Perhaps she owed him a debt for his cutting mockery。 Conceivably； it goaded her to new heights of ingenuity； for it was shortly afterward that she hit on the stratagem that would destroy Sabal。
A band of gray dwarves had been raiding in the tunnels southeast of the city； and Sabal was leading the force endeavoring to hunt the bandits down。 Taking extraordinary measures； driving her agents； whether mortal； elemental； or demonic； relentlessly； Greyanna located the duergar in advance of her twin。 Then came the hard part。 She and her helpers had to abduct one of the slatecolored little males without the knowledge of his fellows； equip him with a platinum amulet that her subordinate clerics； mages； and her personal jeweler had created in an amazingly brief time； bind the marauder with spells of fetfulness and persuasion； and slip him back among his friends。
Sabal found the duergar two days later。 After her troops exterminated the brigands； they looted the bodies and found the brooch； which was valuable； beautiful； and； as those wizards who were present soon discovered； conferred several useful magical abilities。 It never occurred to Sabal that a treasure plundered from a dead dwarf might constitute a trap laid by a sister dark elf； and she happily laid claim to that portion of the spoils。
From that day forward； Sabal slowly； subtly sickened in body； mind； and spirit； meanwhile struggling pathetically to hide any appearance of weakness from all who might discern it and decide to exploit it to kill her； torment her； or strip her of her rank。 Which； of course； was pretty much everyone in Menzoberranzan。
Pharaun probably recognized her deterioration； but he was unable to arrest it。 Perhaps he didn't even know she was constantly carrying an unusual new magical device about her person。 The curse that was poisoning her； that lay insidiously threaded among all the benign enchantments； made her cling to the amulet with an obsessive fascination and fear that others would steal it if she didn't keep it hidden。
During the several months of Sabal's malaise； Greyanna sometimes wondered if Pharaun would ally himself with her if asked again。 She didn't。 She just watched and waited for her chance to finish Sabal off。 She'd learned her lesson。 No matter how unlikely the possibility seemed； she would not leave her twin alive to recoup her fortunes yet again。
One night； Pharaun left the castle； either on some errand or simply because he was finding the situation inside oppressive。 Later on； the suspicious； insomniac Sabal somehow slipped away from her guards and servants and began aimlessly wandering the citadel on her own。
Greyanna and half a dozen of her minions confronted Sabal in the fungus garden； where the topiarist had trimmed the phosphorescent growths into fanciful shapes； fertilized in some cases with the ripe； diced remains of expired slaves。 Sabal's final moments might have seemed pitiful； had Greyanna been susceptible to that crippling emotion。 Her addled； desperate twin tried to use the platinum amulet against its maker； but Greyanna dispelled its powers with a thought。 Then Sabal endeavored to cast a spell； but she couldn't recite the lines with the proper cadence or execute the gestures with the necessary precision。
Laughing； Greyanna and the other waylayers closed in on their victim； and they didn't even have to strike a blow。 Their mere proximity made Sabal wail； clutch at her heart； and fall over dead as a stone。 Weak to the last。
For a second； Greyanna felt a bit cheated； but she shook the feeling off。 Sabal was dead； that was the main thing； and with a bit of luck； she would still have Pharaun to tor