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The animal rolled； its dark； dull eyes down and stretched its neck up and away from the sword。 The two of them were stuck that way； and Ryld feared that that was how they were going to remain for a very long time： it pushing him away； he trying to stab it through the throat。
〃Halisstra！〃 Feliane screamed。 〃No！〃
The sound was shrill； panicked； and close enough that it finally registered on Ryld that the two females were still there。 He wasn't alone。 As females were wont to do； they were letting him take the brunt of the punishment； but they wouldn't leave him like that…of would they？ From the sound of Feliane's voice； it was exactly what she intended to do。
Ryld redoubled his efforts； but so did the beast and they got no closer to a resolution…until Ryld heard a woman growl in an odd way； realizing it was Halisstra。 The thing dipped that fraction of an inch forward that Ryld was hoping for。
The tip of the greatsword bit into the animal's throat； and blood poured down the blade。 The animal grunted； opening its mouth a quarter of an inch…and allowing the blade to slip that much farther in。 Hot red blood exploded from the wound； then pumped out of the monstrosity's neck in rhythm to its speeding heart…Ryld had found the artery he'd been hoping for。
He saw Halisstra's boot to his right and heard a sword e out of its sheath。 She had jumped onto the animal's back and was straddling it； drawing the Crescent Blade to deliver the killing blow。
Ryld celebrated that realization by twisting Splitter's tip into the creature's throat； bringing more blood and sending a shiver rippling through the creature's fur。
Feliane ran up next to them and must have hit the side of the animal hard。 Halisstra grunted； and the hulk started to topple sideways。 Ryld sawed into its neck for good measure； not sure it was actually dead。
Feliane's boot scuffled in the snow next to him； and she said； 〃Stop it。 For Eilistraee's sake； that's not what the Crescent Blade was meant for。〃
Ryld let the quivering carcass roll off him and fall into a dead sprawl in the underbrush。 Wincing from the pain in his shoulder and underarm； he slid his blade out of the dead animal's neck and got to his feet； stepping back a few steps before he had his legs under him。
Halisstra and Feliane were standing next to the fallen animal； and Feliane's hand was wrapped tightly around Halisstra's sword arm。
〃I couldn't 。 。 。〃 Halisstra said； her voice quavering； each word punctuated by a puff of steam that rolled into the frigid air。 〃I couldn't let it kill him。〃
Both of the women turned to look at Ryld； who could only shrug。
〃She was only protecting her young；〃 Feliane said。
She was looking at Ryld； but the weapons master got the distinct impression she was talking to Halisstra。 Ryld didn't understand。 Who was protecting 。 。 。 ？
〃The animal？〃 he asked。
〃She's a giant land sloth；〃 the Eilistraeen said； releasing Halisstra's arm and stepping away from her。 〃She was a giant land sloth。 They're rare； especially this far north。〃
〃Good；〃 Ryld said。 〃It was tougher than it looks。〃
〃Damn it！〃 Feliane cursed。 〃She was only protecting her young。 You didn't have to kill her。〃
Halisstra was looking at her sword； the blade glowing in the darkness。
〃Why；〃 Ryld asked； 〃would it attack an armed drow to protect its young？ It could have lived to birth more。〃
Feliane opened her mouth to answer but said nothing。 A strange look came over her； one that Ryld couldn't remember ever seeing on the face of a drow。
Halisstra looked down at the dead sloth and whispered； 〃She。 。 。 。〃
Ryld shook his head。 He didn't understand and was beginning to think he never would。
Chapter Three
It had been two days since Pharaun had contacted his master； and the news that sending had brought still sat heavily on the wizard's shoulders。 The spell allowed only a short message to travel through the Weave from the Lake of Shadows into Menzoberranzan and an equally short message back。
Ship of chaos is ours； Pharaun had sent； careful to use no unnecessary words though that was against his natural tendencies。 Advise on proper diet。 Don't trust captain。 Any word of Ryld Argith or Halisstra Melarn？ Sent home to report details。
He'd waited the interminable seconds for a reply； all the time wondering if the time he had been waiting for had e…the moment when Gromph Baenre； Archmage of Menzoberranzan； would fail to answer。 That would be the moment Pharaun would know that they had failed； that they had no city to return to； no civilization to protect。
That time had。 not yet e。
Feed it manes； the archmage had replied。 As many as you can。 Captain will serve power。 Master Argith and Mistress Melarn not here。 Stop your squabbling and get moving。
Pharaun didn't stop to wonder how Gromph had known that the tenuous alliances within the expedition were fraying。 Gromph was a drow himself； after all； and probably assumed it。 If he thought he'd had the time； Pharaun might have studied that point much more closely； tried to determine the degree to which Gromph was aware of their actions； but there was work to do。
A manes demon was hardly the most daunting creature to either summon or control； but it was a demon nonetheless。 He would have to use powerful spells to summon and bind them； all the while maintaining some measure of control over the uridezu captain who gave his name as Raashub。 It had been two long； difficult； and tiring days for Pharaun。 He had taken only enough Reverie to replenish his spells and was doing everything his considerable training allowed him to push his casting to its limit。 The parade of hideous； groveling； snapping sub…demons he brought to the ship's deck began to amaze even himself； and Pharaun hoped that Quenthel and the others were taking note。 Those among them capable of gauging such abilities would have to be impressed； and if they were impressed they would be scared。 So long as they were scared； he would be safe。
As he led a string of the vile…smelling fiends into the gnashing jaws of the demonic ship's hold； Pharaun let his mind wander back to the rest of that sending。 Ryld hadn't made it to Menzoberranzan； but that could mean anything。 He could be dead anywhere between that cave on the World Above and the City of Spiders； or he could still be on his way。 There was no straight line between any two points in the Underdark； and he could be only a few miles as the worm bored from Menzoberranzan and still have a tenday's travel ahead of him。
Ryld might still hold a grudge for Pharaun's having abandoned him all those days before； back in the city； but Pharaun knew he still had a powerful ally in the Master of Melee…Magthere。 The warrior might have fallen under the spell of the First Daughter of House Melarn； but if Halisstra herself still lived； surely she would be on her way to Menzoberranzan herself。 Pharaun couldn't imagine the homeless priestess had anywhere else to go。
Without Ryld at his side； Pharaun had given Quenthel and her draegloth nephew Jeggred as much room as the cramped deck all