little creature’s glee proved short-lived.
“Without prejudice,” Arunika added matter-of-factly.
Invidoo’s eyes popped open wide and his jaw hung slack, his small wings drooping. “No!” he cried. “No, no, no, no, no!” For “without prejudice” meant that it was not being dismissed from this duty, that it had not completed the terms of its indenture, and that Arunika retained the right to recall it to her side at her whim.
“You say…”
“And you will return to me when I call,” Arunika informed it.
“No fair!” Invidoo argued. “Appeal to Glasya!”
Arunika narrowed her eyes at the threat. She knew it to be a hollow one, for Glasya, Lord of the Sixth Layer, would never side with the likes of Invidoo against her. But still, in devil society, a breach of contract was no minor issue, and even though Glasya wouldn’t overrule her, likely, she might not look favorably on being bothered over so minor a detail as the indenture of an imp.
“Do you truly wish to play this game against me?” the succubus asked quietly, her tone revealing an overt threat.
“A summary task!” Invidoo insisted, meaning that Arunika should give it a way to complete its indenture without having to return to the Prime Material Plane and her side. “Invidoo demands a summary-”
“Done,” Arunika agreed, smiling once more now that any thought of Invidoo going with its complaint to Glasya was off the table. All she had to do now was be a bit cleverer than the imp, and that seemed no difficult task. “Find me a replacement.”
“Easy!” Invidoo said without hesitation, and with a snap of skinny, clawed fingers.
“A replacement who knows of this new force,” Arunika finished.
Invidoo seemed to deflate once again, and stood staring at her. “Who knows of…?”
“Drizzt Do’Urden,” Arunika remarked, nodding as she formulated the plan. “Find me a replacement familiar with…” She paused and looked at Invidoo suspiciously, knowing full well where it would take that edict. “Nay,” she corrected. “Find me a replacement intimately familiar with Drizzt Do’Urden, and you may transfer your binding to it.”
Invidoo shook its catlike face so furiously that it nearly threw itself from its feet-indeed, only a last-moment flap of wings prevented it from toppling right over! “Cannot! Intimately? How possible?”
Arunika shrugged as if that hardly mattered to her, which it did not. “That is your summary task. You asked for one and I complied.”
“Glasya will hear of this!” the imp warned.
“Do tell,” Arunika replied, calling the impotent bluff.
Invidoo growled and stamped its clawed foot.
“Intimately,” Arunika repeated. “Now be gone before I destroy you for betraying me, for even speaking to that wretched Effron creature.”
Arunika thrust her arm out to the side and a bolt of fire flew from her hand, striking the ground and catching hold, a sizzling, wildly dancing flame gate. “Be gone!”
Invidoo squealed in fear and half-ran, half-flew to the fire, then dived in head first.
As if expecting the imp to deceive her and slip back out, Arunika was fast with her next invocation, blowing out the flames with a ferocious wave of her hand. She considered the spot on the ground, a second dark scar atop the wider carnage of the Dread Ring.
She would have to concoct some elaborate ruse for when Invidoo returned to her side, she knew, for of course she expected that the imp would fail in its task. She would have to be ready to match wits with this Effron creature, and he was one she would not underestimate.
But that plotting had to wait, she told herself, for more immediate concerns pressed in on her, not the least of which was the obvious damage done to her relationship with the dangerous Alegni.
She started for home but moved slowly, letting her thoughts carry her along every avenue of possibility.
Even though she meandered for half the night, Arunika was still quite surprised to find Brother Anthus waiting for her at her small house south of the city. His visits with the ambassador usually lasted much longer.
More surprising was the expression on Anthus’s face, a look of complete confusion and even fear, as if something had truly unnerved the young man.
“They’re gone,” he said, barely getting the words out, before Arunika could begin to question him.
“Gone?”
“The Sovereignty,” the monk explained. He rubbed his face red.
“The ambassador is gone? Has it been replaced?”
“All of them,” Brother Anthus replied. “The ambassador and all of its minions. All of them have gone.”
“Relocated, then,” Arunika reasoned. “Perhaps they believed themselves vulnerable since Sylora’s fall, and so moved to-”
“Gone!” Brother Anthus shouted, and Brother Anthus rarely raised his voice. He was frantic, though, thoroughly flustered and agitated. “They have departed the region. The ambassador left this behind.” He pulled a small cloth off a vial beside him and held it aloft. Arunika looked at it curiously.
“A thought bottle,” Brother Anthus explained. He held the opened vial up before his nose, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply, then shook his head as if listening to a sad song, finally ending again with a simple, “Gone.”
Arunika took the vial from him and similarly inhaled. She didn’t exactly hear a voice in her head, but the message left behind was clear enough. The situation was too unstable, the Sovereignty had decided. The fall of Sylora Salm might well introduce more powerful minions of Szass Tam, or even Szass Tam himself, into the region, and that might bring a corresponding response from the Netheril Empire. Most prominent of all of the thoughts imparted was the notion that this was not the time for the Sovereignty to move on the region.
“They are not mortal in the sense that you are,” Arunika explained to Brother Anthus.
“They play the long game,” the monk agreed.
“They can afford to.”
“As can you,” the monk retorted rather harshly, and Arunika found herself surprised by his declaration. “What does it matter to you?” he asked rather flippantly, and the succubus feared then that the monk had figured it out and knew of her true identity. Had the aboleths informed him?
“Or to them?” he quickly added, seeing the devil’s dangerous scowl. “What is a score of years to beings who measure their lifetime in centuries, or even millennia? What is a century?”
“Aboleths are not eternal.”
“But their thoughts are. Their collective understanding, their meld, will continue through generations yet unborn.”
“And you will be dead,” Arunika said, somewhat callously.
Brother Anthus looked at her plaintively. “I gave them everything,” he whined. “I let them into my every thought. I stood naked before them as never before, even to myself.”
“Could you have stopped them from so stripping you, had you tried?” Arunika tossed out, but Anthus, wound up in his tirade, seemed to not hear.
“I believed in them!” the monk roared on. “I forsook my own order, my kin and kind. I made few inroads among the citizens of Neverwinter, gave not a thought to Sylora Salm, and have not even spoken directly with the new Netherese Lord of Neverwinter. And now they have abandoned me! And I am left with… what?”
“And myself?” Arunika asked, trying to get a full admission from the man.
“What do you care?” he shot back. “You did not throw in with the Sovereignty as I did. Arunika will thrive, whichever lord claims stewardship of Neverwinter.”
Arunika quietly breathed a sigh of relief, now thinking that Anthus’s comments referred to the little she had to lose, and not the millennia she had to live.
“Szass Tam will not come,” she assured him. “I have visited his Dread Ring, and there is little left of it worth his troubles. With the Netherese strong in the region, the cost would prove too great. He’ll keep his Ashmadai fools here, likely, and there remains Valindra-though believe me when I tell you that she is missing the Sovereignty more than you ever could. But Szass Tam will make no further concerted move against the region.”
“There remain the Shadovar.”
“With the fall of the Thayans, Alegni will get no further help from Netheril.”
