Grunting, staggering, the Eilistraeen still managed to keep her feet. She whirled aside from a follow-up lash that would have torn her head from her shoulders.
The priestess of Eilistraee began to cast again, but Quenthel was too fast. The whip cracked once more, found flesh through the Eilistraeean's armor, and her scream of pain ruined her spell.
Pharaun could see that the combat was over. The Eilistraeen was no match for Quenthel
Baenre.
Halisstra must have seen it too, through the ice wall. Her muffled shout carried through the barrier: 'Uluyara! Danifae, help her!'
But Danifae did nothing, declared her allegiance to no one.
Desperate, the priestess of the Dark Maiden rushed Quenthel, spinning, slashing, and stabbing. Quenthel parried the blows and answered with a shield smash that sent the Eilistraeen reeling.
Moving with her whip-enhanced speed, Quenthel withdrew from an inner pocket of her piwafwi a silvery rod of metal as long as her forearm. She pointed it at the prone Eilistraeen, and it discharged a mass of some kind of sticky, semiliquid substance. The stuff soaked the priestess and quickly hardened. The Eilistraeen struggled against it for a moment but could not move.
Quenthel grinned and walked over to the prone, immobilized priestess.
Pharaun, pleased that things had gone so easily, took a moment to survey the field. Jeggred remained stunned, though one of his hands was spasming. The elf priestess remained immobilized and squeezed in Pharaun's magical hand. Halisstra was temporarily trapped in a hemisphere of ice, though Pharaun could hear her weapon working at breaking through-and she would soon succeed.
Quenthel belted her whip and took from her robes a small, adamantine knife with a stylized spider hilt.
A sacrificial knife, Pharaun knew.
She maneuvered behind the prone priestess so that Halisstra Melarn would have a clear view.
'I am not afraid,' the immobilized Eilistraeen said, though Pharaun could not tell whether she meant the words for Halisstra or Quenthel.
'Of course you are,' Quenthel said as she raised the blade high.
Halisstra's blade poked through the ice wall. 'No!' she shouted.
Pharaun incanted a quick spell and sent five darts of magical energy from his fingertips and through the small hole Halisstra had opened in the ice. They slammed into the Melarn priestess,
and she exclaimed with pain.
Meanwhile, Quenthel offered a quick prayer to Lolth and slit the priestess's throat open. The
Eilistraeean's blood poured onto the rocky ground of the Demonweb Pits, and she died gurgling.
'No!' shouted Halisstra.
Quenthel rose, smiled at Halisstra, then at Danifae, and called up to Pharaun,
'Come, Master Mizzrym. The Pass of the Soulreaver awaits. My sacrifice to the Spider Queen is complete.'
Pharaun caught Danifae absently signing, And mine soon will be.
The mage spared a last look back at the elf priestess, still clutched helplessly in the magical hand. His spell would expire soon. Perhaps she would be dead by then, perhaps not. Pharaun did not care. The Eilistraeeans were no match for them.
He flew down to Quenthel's side. He did not so much as a glance at the sacrificed Eilistraeen.
Together, the two of them strode toward the pass.
Behind him, Halisstra finally chopped a large enough hole through the globe of ice that the rest of the barrier collapsed around her.
Too, Jeggred uttered a soft growl. Apparently, he was returning to sensibility, at least inasmuch as he was ever sensible.
'Turn and face me, Baenre bitch,' Halisstra challenged from behind.
Spellcasting sounded from behind-it was Halisstra. Pharaun listened to the words and nodded-
a strike of flame.
Almost absentmindedly, he voiced the words to a counterspell and foiled her casting.
He could imagine Halisstra's consternation.
'Stop, Baenre!' Halisstra roared her voice desperate, angry. 'Face us and let's see which goddess is the stronger.'
Quenthel ignored her. She and Pharaun reached the very threshold of the Pass of the
Soulreaver. The hole in the rock was as black and impenetrable up close as it had been from afar.
Souls entered it and vanished one by one.
Halisstra sped after them, her boots crunching against the rock.
From behind, Quenthel seemed almost in a trance. To Pharaun she said, 'The Reaver exists at the sufferance of Lolth. It is bound within and does her bidding.'
Pharaun eyed the tunnel entrance as the souls continued to stream into it.
'What is her bidding?' he asked.
Quenthel did not look at him when she replied, 'As it always is, male. To test those she wishes to test. Some souls pass through unchallenged. Some do not.'
She turned to look him in the face, though her eyes remained unfocused.
'I will be tested,' she continued, then nodded back at Danifae. 'And if she dares enter, so too will she. As for you and my nephew, the challenge of the pass is not for you. Though I expect the
Reaver will take his tithe nevertheless.'
'Mistress, why don't we simply kill her?' Pharaun asked, meaning Danifae. 'And your nephew?'
Quenthel's eyes were distant, her mind already on the challenge of the pass.
'They no longer matter,' she said.
Before Pharaun could ask anything more, Quenthel stepped into the black hole. The darkness swallowed her utterly. Souls continued to stream around him and enter the pass. They too vanished.
Halisstra was closing, ten strides away, eight.
'Face us, coward!' Halisstra challenged.
Pharaun stood there for a moment, staring into the darkness, undecided. Finally he took a breath and stepped into the Pass of the Soulreaver. He felt a slight resistance as he broached it, as diaphanous as a spiderweb.
Halisstra watched as first Quenthel then Pharaun stepped into the tunnel and vanished. She ground her teeth in anger, clutching the Crescent Blade in a white-knuckled hand.
She halted her charge and stared at the hole in the mountain. She could see nothing beyond the darkness.
Breathing heavily, she exhaled rage and frustration with each breath.
Souls streamed around her, Lolth's dead.
Quenthel and Pharaun had escaped. Uluyara was dead, sacrificed. Feliane was-
Feliane!
She whirled around and saw to her relief that the magical hand had disappeared. Feliane walked a weaving line toward her, cradling her ribs.
Danifae had walked over to Uluyara, and crouched over her, concern in her eyes. She met
Halisstra's gaze.
'I could not save her, Mistress,' she said.
Halisstra could only nod.
'I tried to assist you, Mistress,' Danifae said and walked to Halisstra's side. 'But the wizard twice countered my spells. Next time, I will better serve you.'
Halisstra was too tired to speak.
A scrabbling from her right drew her eye. The draegloth was climbing to his feet. His red eyes burned with anger, and Feliane watched him warily.
The draegloth eyed Danifae then the slight elf, and growled.
Halisstra looked the fell creature in the face and said, 'Your mistress has abandoned you for the wizard. She has left you to me. And I'll have your heart for killing Ryld Argith.'
