war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第15部分

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ting　hungrily　down。　From　her　perch；　Greyanna　looked　on　with　a　ranotpacity　no　less　keen　than　theirs；　albeit　a　rapacity　of　the　soul。
Pharaun　shouted　something。　Greyanna　couldn't　quite　make　it　out；　but　it　didn't　seem　to　be　a　magical　word；　just　a　cry　of　fear　or　a　desperate　plea　for　mercy…a　plea　the　giant　beasts　would　not　heed。
Except　that　they　did。　They　hesitated；　and　he　lifted　his　hands。　Their　deadly　jaws　played　delicately　about　his　fingers；　taking　in　his　scent。
She　cried　again　for　the　brutes　to　kill　him。　They　twisted　their　heads　around　to　look　at　her；　but　he　spoke　to　them　once　more；　and　they　ignored　her　mand。
Greyanna　stared　in　amazement。　Pharaun　had　no　doubt　had　some　limnotited　contact　with　the　foulwings；　for　after　all；　he　lived　in　the　same　castle　with　them；　but　she　knew　he'd　never　ridden　one。　Only　the　females　of　House　Mizzrym　enjoyed　that　privilege；　and　it　was　only　by　riding　that　you　established　genuine　mastery　over　the　creatures。　How；　then；　could　he　posnotsibly　enjoy　a　rapport　with　them　deeper　than　her　own？
Pharaun　scrambled　onto　a　foulwing's　back；　and　both　it　and　its　fellow　sprang　into　the　air。　Obviously　her　brother　had　managed　to　dissolve　the　ennotchantment　that　made　the　beasts　want　to　sit　contentedly　at　their　post。
The　wizard　managed　his　mount　more　deftly　than　Greyanna　herself　could　have　done　without　benefit　of　saddle；　bridle；　and　goad。　He　shot　her　a　mocking　grin　as　he　turned　to　flee。　The　other；　rider　less　foulwing　soared　and　swooped　aimlessly；　enjoying　its　liberty。
Greyanna　shook　off　her　stunned　disbelief。　She　still　desperately　wanted　to　know　how　Pharaun　had　learned　to　ride　the　creatures…probably　Sabal　had　taught　him；　but　how　had　they　managed　it　without　anyone　else　findnoting　out？…but　she　wasn't　going　to　stand　there　pondering　the　question。　The　answer　was　less　important　than　the　kill。
She　turned　and　looked　around。　Those　guards　whom　Pharaun　had　addled　were　disoriented　still；　but　some　of　the　soldiers　he'd　battered　with　hailstones　appeared　to　have　regained　their　posure。
〃Shoot　him！〃　she　shouted；　pointing　at　the　rapidly　receding　target。　〃Shoot！〃
With　mendable　haste；　they　obeyed。　They　took　up　their　crossbows；　aimed；　and　the　bolts　leaped　forth　in　a　ragged　clatter。
Pharaun's　foulwing　lurched；　then　plummeted　down　and　down　and　down；　crashing　to　earth　somewhere　amid　the　hollowed　stalagmite　edifices　of　the　city。
〃Got　him；〃　said　the　captain　of　the　guard。
Bigger　and　stronger　than　he；　Greyanna　had　no　difficulty　knocking　the　male　to　the　floor。
〃You　got　the　foulwing；〃　she　said。　〃We　don't　know　that　you　hit　Pharaun　at　all。　We　don't　know　that　he　didn't　use　his　wizardry　or　his　levitation　to　cushion　his　fall。　We　don't　know　that　he　isn't　down　there　alive　and　well　laughing　at　us。　I　need　to　see　his　corpse；　and　one　way　or　the　other；　you　will　fetch　it　for　me。　Turn　out　every　available　priestess；　wizard；　and　warrior…　drow　or　slave。　Jump
Jump　he　did。　It　was　the　last　bit　of　satisfaction　that　was　to　e　her　way。
Her　mortal　agents　flooded　the　streets；　while　she　remained　in　her　pernotsonal　sanctum　in　House　Mizzrym；　summoning　spirits　and　casting　divinanottions　to　aid　the　search。　Astonishingly；　maddeningly；　it　was　all　to　no　avail。　When　light　flowered　in　the　base　of　Narbondel；　signaling　the　advent　of　the　new　day；　she　was　forced　to　admit　that　at　least　for　the　time　being；　Pharaun　had　eluded　her。
A　month　later；　she　learned　that　her　brother　had　somehow　made　his　way　all　the　way　up　to　Tier　Breche　and　begged　the　Archmage　of　Menzoberranzan　himself　for　a　place　in　Sorcere；　and；　remembering　the　wizardly　talent　the　younger　male　had　demonstrated　throughout　his　training；　Gromph　had　seen　fit　to　take　him　in。
The　news　came　as　a　considerable　relief。　She'd　feared　her　brother　had　fled　Menzoberranzan　and　placed　himself　permanently　beyond　her　reach。　Innotstead；　he'd　simply　hopped　up　on　a　shelf　above　the　city。　He　was　bound　to　hop　down　again　eventually；　and　she　would　have　him。
Or　so　she　thought；　until　her　mother　sent　for　her。　Possessed　of　the　same　intelligence　concerning　her　fugitive　son's　whereabouts；　Miz'ri　had　formed　a　very　different　idea　of　what　ought　to　be　done　about　it：　Nothing。
Even　though　they　were　only　males；　the　Masters　of　Sorcere　possessed　both　a　degree　of　practical　autonomy　and　an　abundance　of　mystical　power；　and；　always　weaving　her　labyrinthine　schemes　to　elevate　the　status　of　House　Mizzrym；　Mother　had　decided　not　to　unnecessarily　provoke　the　wizards。　Which　was　to　say；　as　Pharaun　had　obtained　a　place　in　that　cloisnottered；　many…spired　tower；　he　was　more　significant　in　exile　than　he　had　ever　been　at　home；　and　Greyanna　would　have　to　let　him　live。　She　had　achieved　what　ought　to　have　been　her　primary　goal；　preeminence　among　her　sisters　and　cousins；　but　her　vengeance　would　remain　unfinished。
Through　all　the　decades　that　followed；　it　galled　her。　A　hundred　times　she　planned　to　defy　her　mother's　mand　and　kill　Pharaun　anyway；　only　to　abandon　her　stratagems　just　short　of　implementation。　As　fiercely　as　she　hated　him；　she　feared　Miz'ri's　displeasure　even　more。
Was　it　possible　that　at　long　last　the　matron　mother　had　changed　her　mind？　Or　was　this　some　new　cruelty；　was　Miz'ri　perhaps　going　to　somenothow　force　G