Twas dealing in scents, wines, cordials, and drugs until the coins spilled out of your ears that did it-that and worshipping Shar. Bezrar neither liked nor understood Surth's love of cruelty, but there were times when it came in right handy-stop me vitals!-such as, well, now, for instance. He shook out the hood Surth handed him and held it up, preparatory to yanking it over his head.
'Sit down first,' Surth advised him coldly. ' Twould be less than amusing to see you stumbling around all this chaos putting the point of your shears through an eye-or perhaps me.' Surth made the dry little snort that signified he'd uttered a joke and added, 'Come on. The night won't last forever, you know!'
'Odd's fish, no!' Bezrar agreed enthusiastically-if in muffled tones-from within the hood. And promptly stumbled backwards to sit down in his chair with a resounding crash. Surth rolled his eyes in disgust as he watched the fat and hairy fingers of one sundry-wholesaling hand grope around among the litter of papers like a drunken spider, seeking the shears that lay ready gleaming less than a fingerlength away.
His own hood was already prepared and-he jerked it down savagely and settled it with an impatient jerk-on. 'Bezrar' he said warningly, in tones that produced the expected result: a frantic flurry of activity that sent the wholesaler's chair creaking.
'Yes, yes, aye, yes!' the frantically snipping wholesaler responded, ending with a triumphant, 'There!'
'Luminous,' Surth told him in a voice that fairly dripped sarcasm down the walls. 'Now, shall we-?'
'Yes, yes, of course, b'gads!' The fat wholesaler heaved himself up like a 'walrus conquering a shore-rock, puffed his way toward the door-and halfway there smote his forehead, turned to pinch the lamp out and snatch up his ready-scabbarded longknife-a truly impressive specimen of the curved Marsemban fish-gutting blade-and turned back to his partner with the sudden question, 'What if they're not there?'
Surth set his teeth. 'Then we'll try again another night,' he explained patiently. 'Wo one swindles ten thousand in gold from Mai-from us and lives to whistle away with it.'
'But . . . but what if they are there but are ready for us? With dark spells, say?'
Malakar Surth put his hand to the door and replied, 'I have a … business associate who can step in, if need be.'
'Eh? What kind of a 'business associate'?'
The tall, thin shadow silhouetted in the nightgloom of the doorway murmured, 'Bezrar, the time for silence is come. Of my associate, let's just say, his spells are darker.'
* * * * *
Narnra swallowed, or tried to, but seemed to be floating in calmness, in the midst of glory, enthralled by that great yet gentle voice. So this is a god. . . .
Slack-mouthed in awe, most of the War Wizards went to their knees in the cellars as the thunderous voice of their goddess rolled and echoed around them. The Harpers stood staring wide-eyed at the two Chosen, in hopes that they'd see something-however brief and fleeting-of the Mother of All Magic.
Something awakened in Narnra's mind as she crouched, trembling in awe, something that seemed to find and sort through seven blue-white stars curiously . . . then smile in an echo of the earlier smile that had washed through the Silken Shadow.
Narnra Shalace wept inwardly, frozen like stone, as Mystra regarded her personally and let new blue-white fire flood into those stars, leaving her quivering. . . .
Which was why she was the only person in the room who did not hear every syllable of Mystra's mind- voice:
AS A SMITH TESTS AND TEMPERS A BLADE, THE DESIGNS OF THE MAGES OF THAY CAN AND SHOULD BE RESISTED AT EVERY TURN-YET IT IS MY WILL THAT THAY'S INCREASED MERCANTILE SPREAD OF MAGIC CONTINUE, FOR NOW. YOU WERE RIGHT TO SLAY THESE, ALASSRA, BUT TO JOURNEY NOW TO THAY AND INDULGE IN SLAUGHTER OF OTHER RED WIZARDS WOULD BE WRONG. THEY'LL OFFER YOU SPORT IN AGLAROND ITSELF SOON ENOUGH.
A MORE IMPORTANT CONCERN IS FOR YOU, ELMINSTER, TO DEAL WITH: YOUR ONETIME PUPIL, VANGERDAHAST. HE'S NEITHER AS FEEBLE NOR AS FORGETFUL AS HE'S LED CALADNEI TO BELIEVE. MAKE SURE, EL, THAT HE'S TRULY CONSIDERED ALL IMPLICATIONS OF HIS UNFOLDING PLANS AND ISN'T JUST BEING SELFISH. FOR ME TO PRY WOULD BE TO RUIN HIS WORK-AND FURTHER ENDANGER CORMYR.
Most of the Cormyreans in the cellar were cowering or shaking with awe at the sheer weight and power of Mystra's presence, as her mind-voice thundered on. They were too enthralled to faint or become numbed. The mere contact made every mind alert and afire-but Mystra's last sentence was the first that made the Mage Royal of Cormyr go pale.
The greatest state secret of the realm, laid bare before all.
She swayed, feeling sick, and fought down the sudden urge to cry. After all the secrecy, innocent folk mind- blasted or slain to make them forget what they'd seen, and the torment of facing nobles and War Wizards and courtiers, all hostile, before she was ready … all that work swept away in an instant.
Whereupon two gigantic eyes opened out of nothingness behind Elminster and the Simbul and stared right through them at Caladnei. RECKLESS IDIOCY, PERHAPS, BUT BRAVELY DONE, CALADNEI OF CORMYR. MOREOVER, YOUR SUSPICIONS OF NARNRA ARE WELL FOUNDED. NO SECRET CAN BE KEPT FOREVER, AND YOU HAVE SHIELDED IT-I HOPE-JUST LONG ENOUGH.
Caladnei stared into those great glowing orbs, fighting to find words as exultation rose in her, her face awash in sudden, silent tears. . . .
A lone, hooded figure in leathers sprang out of her crouch and was away like the wind, sprinting across the cellar floor as swiftly as any arrow. A few blue-white stars seemed to curl around her heels, just for an instant.
Glarasteer Rhauligan shook himself like a wet dog and burst out of his own trembling rapture at a run, slapping something into Caladnei's hands as he went.
She stared down at what she held, not comprehending what it was for a mind-whirling moment: a gleaming steel vial.
Drink, his firm, warm mind-voice came to her, along the spell-link that hadn't yet expired, and be healed. Worry not; I carry two more.
Only one other Harper scrambled to intercept the racing Silken Shadow. Narnra flung her last purse of sand into his face, vaulted a trembling War Wizard, and was gone up the stairs, panting for breath.
The older, stouter Rhauligan lumbered along in her wake at a slower, grimmer speed, threading a less bruising way through the enthralled crowd of Cormyreans.
Through the mind-link of tumbling stars, the amusement of a goddess crashed over them all in a vast flood, forcing most in the cellar into helpless, gasping laughter.
As they rocked and slapped thighs and shouted helpless mirth, those giant eyes winked out, Elminster and the Simbul vanished along with all their mist-curling radiance-and the overwhelming presence of divinity was suddenly . . . gone.
Laughter died swiftly, as half-dazed War Wizards and Harpers clutched at each other for support, blinked, and sighed their various ways down from rapture. Many started swearing, and not a few bent over to brace themselves like winded soldiers and collect their wits.
'That . . . that was something,' a grizzled Harper said weakly, grounding his sword. Beside him, two War Wizards turned and embraced each other, their uncontrollable shudderings slowly slackening into tremblings.
Standing alone still facing the dark emptiness that had held two Chosen and their goddess, the Royal Magician of Cormyr stood shaking and silent, clasping the vial to her breast and weeping uncontrollably.
A woman in trim dark robes slipped out of the crowd of Cormyreans and went to Caladnei. She was careful to circle around the Mage Royal so as not to startle her by clasping her from behind-but never slowed in her advance.
Without really looking up Caladnei saw a lock of hair that had recently gone white amid many tresses, and its owner's erect and graceful walk, and knew as gentle arms went around her that her comforter was Speera.
Laspeera. She wasn't sure she quite dared to call Laspeera In-thre Naerinth, the second-in-command of the War Wizards for many of Vangerdahast's years of service, by the nickname the royal family used for her. Laspeera, the lady she'd been afraid would resent and attack an unknown adventurer from Turmish, anointed out of nowhere
