war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第88部分

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She　raised　her　hand。　〃Don't　agitate　yourself；　Captain。　I　mean　you　no　harm。　We're　just　two　Menzoberranyr　idly　chatting；　passing　the　time　it　takes　your　fellows　to　open　the　gate。〃
〃I　regret；　my　lady；　that　now　that　I've　seen　you　up　close；　I　can't　allow　them　to　do　that。〃
He　took　two　careful　steps　back；　retreating　beyond　her　reach；　then　pivnototed　to　shout　the　order。
Faeryl　stopped　him　dead　by　displaying　a　gaudy　ruby　brooch；　formerly　Talindra's　property。
〃I　said　you　were　an　intelligent　lad；　Captain　Filifar；　but　I　don't　believe　you're　a　prosperous　one。　You　wear　no　jewelry；　and　your　clothing　is　made　of　mon　stuff。〃
〃You're　right；　milady。　Fortune　hasn't　favored　me。〃
It　can。
Faeryl　brought　out　one　ornament　after　another；　the　jewels　her　retainers　had　stolen　from　the　Ousstyls　and　her　own　legitimate　treasure　as　well。　She　filled　her　lap　with　them　and　laid　the　surplus　on　the　pale；　luminous　rim　of　the　driftdisc。
〃Here's　enough　wealth　to　improve　your　luck　and　that　of　your　minions　as　well。〃
Filifar　hesitated　before　saying；　〃My　lady；　I　was　told　that　Matron　Triel　herself　wishes　you　detained。　It's　no　light　matter　to　cross　the　Baenre。〃
〃Just　say　the　Zauvirr　didn't　pass　through　this　gate；　or　if　they　did；　you　didn't　recognize　them。　No　one　will　know　any　different。〃
He　jerked　his　head　in　a　nod。　〃Right。　Why　not；　curse　it？〃
He　removed　his　piwafwi　to　use　as　a　makeshift　bag　and　swept　the　jewnotelry　in。　Some　of　the　soldiers　noticed　what　their　captain　was　doing　and　scurried　over　to　investigate。
Once　the　gate　was　well　behind　her；　Faeryl　abandoned　the　driftdisc。　The　stately　conveyance　was　just　too　slow。　She　and　her　part）〃　quick…marched　on　through　the　mostly　unimproved　passages　at　the　fringe　of　Menzoberranyr　territory；　past　hunters'　outposts　and　adamantine　mines；　making　for　the　genuine　wilderness　beyond。
Faeryl　realized　she　was　grinning。　It　was　absurd；　really。　She'd　just　surrennotdered　a　queen's　ransom　in　gems；　Triel　would　send　troops　after　her；　and　she　was　all　but　certain　some　dire　peril　lay　ahead；　but　somehow；　for　the　moment；　none　of　it　mattered。　Faeryl　had　outwitted　her　foes　and　finally；　after　fourteen　years；　she　was　going　home。
The　fugitives　rounded　a　bend；　and　dark　figures　seemed　to　flow　from　the　tunnel　walls　just　ahead。　The　Zauvirr　turned　to　run。　Somehow；　the　shadnotows　were　behind　them　as　well。
On　the　fringe　of　Menzoberranyr　territory；　Valas　Hune　could　sense　the　genuine　wilderness　beyond。　He　could　feel　its　vast　and　labyrinthine　spaces　and　hear　its　pregnant　silences。　He　could　smell　and　taste　its　varianottions　of　rock　and　imagined　himself　simply　slipping　away　into　that　limitnotless　world。
As　fancies　went；　his　wasn't　entirely　absurd。　Most　dark　elves　feared　to　travel　the　Underdark　except　in　armed　convoys；　and　with　good　reason。　They；　however；　lacked　the　abilities　he'd　spent　decades　developing；　survival　skills　that　made　him　one　of　the　finest　scouts　in　Menzoberranzan。
Indeed；　the　small；　wiry　male　in　the　rugged　outdoorsman's　garb　liked　traversing　the　subterranean　world　alone。　He　relished　the　wonders；　the　quiet；　and　the　freedom。　Sometimes；　when　he'd　idled　in　camp　too　long；　he　felt　he　preferred　it　to　the　striving；　conniving　existence　of　his　fellow　drow；　the　luxuries　of　Menzoberranzan　notwithstanding。　He　yearned　for　an　errand　that　would　take　him　out　into　the　wilderness；　and　played　with　the　notion　of　simply　running　away。
He　heard　the　Zauvirr　ing　and　put　the　dream　aside。　Like　it　or　not；　his　mission　this　day　wasn't　to　explore　the　wild。　It　was　to　direct　his　notpany；　fellow　mercenaries　of　Bregan　D'aerthe；　in　the　taking　of　Faeryl　Zaunotvirr　and　her　retainers。
That　was　the　theory；　anyway。　In　point　of　fact；　he　didn't　have　to　give　any　more　orders。　No　doubt　the　warriors　of　Ched　Nasad　were　petent　fightnoters　in　their　own　right；　but　when　the　sell　swords　swarmed　out　of　hiding；　they　caught　them　entirely　by　surprise；　then　proceeded　to　cut　them　down　with　murderous　efficiency。
Once　Valas　was　certain　his　band　would　be　victorious；　he　started　searchnoting　for　Faeryl　herself。　His　smallness　and　natural　agility　enabled　him　to　thread　his　way　through　the　fury　of　battle　without　harm。
He　found　the　princess　at　the　center　of　the　carnage。　She'd　just　finished　killing　one　of　his　mand。　The　dead　male's　brains　and　bloody　hair　adnothered　to　one　end　of　her　basalt…headed　war　hammer。
〃Ambassador；〃　Valas　called。　〃I　have　orders　to　take　you　alive；　if　possible。〃
She　answered　with　a　curse。　He　didn't　blame　her　for　that。　In　her　place；　he　wouldn't　want　to　be　delivered　alive　to　Matron　Baenre；　either。
He　hefted　one　of　his　matched　pair　of　kukris…vicious　curved　daggers…　and　fingered　a　little　brass　ovoid；　one　of　many　trinkets　adorning　his　tunic　and　cloak。
He'd　collected　the　amulets　and　brooches　from　races　and　civilizations　across　the　Underdark。　Fashioned　according　to　alien　aesthetics；　most　of　the　ornaments　were　ugly　and　uncouth　to　dark　elf　eyes；　but　he　hadn't　acquired　them　for　their　appearance；　nor　were　they　merely　souvenirs。　Each　connottained　a　different　enchantment。
Three　images；　exact　facsimiles　of　himself；　flickered　into　existence　around　him。　He　edged　toward　Faeryl；　and　the　phantoms　came　with　him。
She　stared　fiercely；　obviously　tryi