pain.
As soon as he was steady on his feet once more, Dahlia moved to collect Taulmaril. “We’ll find a place to rest,” she explained, “so I can cut out those spines…”
“Do you think you can elude me?” roared Hadencourt’s booming voice, and it seemed to be coming from every direction at once, with echoes both near and far away.
Dahlia drew Drizzt’s gaze to the dead devils. “He knows where we are,” she explained. “He’s a malebranche, a war devil-his sight extends through the eyes of his minions.”
She was moving as she spoke, and so was Drizzt, neither wanting to face Hadencourt or any of his remaining soldiers just then.
“I will find you!” the unseen war devil roared with an accompanying burst of laughter. “You cannot hide!”
Drizzt and Dahlia stumbled off through the brush.
10
An uneasy Herzgo Alegni paced around a dark thicket in Neverwinter Wood. He knew another Netherese lord had come through the shadows. He could feel the presence. And the sickly sensation accompanying that feeling gave him a good indication of who it might be.
He was hardly surprised, but still dismayed when the withered old man made his appearance, his mottled robes masking his frame-a body that had once, long ago, rippled with the muscles of a warrior.
“Master,” Alegni said humbly, bowing his head and lowering his gaze to the ground.
“So you remember,” the old man said with a snort.
Alegni glanced up to look into the warlock’s face. How could he not remember such a thing? This man, Draygo Quick, had sponsored Herzgo Alegni into the Circle of Power, and had recommended Alegni specifically to lead the expedition in Neverwinter Wood.
As soon as he realized his faux pas, Alegni dropped his gaze back to the ground, but Draygo merely laughed.
“How many more decades will you need, my protege?” the old warlock said, and the twist of sarcasm he put on that last word made Alegni wince.
“Oh, look up at me!” Draygo Quick insisted. When Alegni complied, he continued, “I didn’t sponsor you for this task so that you would forever live in Neverwinter Wood.”
“I know, Master,” Herzgo Alegni replied. “But much has happened here, much unexpected. We were on the verge of victory-the city’s main bridge had been named in my honor.”
Draygo laughed again, a wheezing sound that showed how his years of playing with diseases and rot had exacted a toll on his lungs. “I cannot deny that the cataclysm of the volcano was unexpected.”
“Once more, I make gains in Neverwinter,” Alegni assured the warlock. “And I’ve dealt the Thayans a vicious blow.”
“I know, I know,” Draygo said dismissively. “And not so vicious. You destroyed a few zombies and murdered a few zealots, who will no doubt rise as undead to fight you once more.”
“More than that!” Alegni insisted, but when Draygo’s eyes widened at his tone, the tiefling warrior sucked in his breath.
“I know… everything,” Draygo assured him. “I’ve had my understudy spying on our enemies quite thoroughly. This sorceress, Sylora Salm, who rises against you, is no small opponent.”
“She has begun a Dread Ring,” Alegni said.
“Nearly finished one, you mean,” said Draygo. “Fortunately for us, for you, there aren’t enough living beings to feed it properly, to give it full power. But that’s not the extent of your trouble. This lich who has joined with her…?”
“We chased her from the field,” Alegni dared to interject.
Draygo nodded, though his expression showed that he didn’t appreciate being interrupted by his lesser.
“She’s formidable, and grows more so by the day,” Draygo said. “I don’t know how, but she came through the Spellplague and as her mind clears, she seems possessed of magical dweomers from both eras. Sylora Salm has undoubtedly surrounded herself with powerful allies.”
Herzgo Alegni nodded.
“Too powerful for your forces, I fear,” Draygo added.
“I’m not without resources,” Alegni insisted. “I will defeat Sylora Salm.”
Draygo was shaking his bald head with every word. “Too many Shadovar have fallen. Too many years have passed.”
Herzgo Alegni stiffened and squared his shoulders. “You would take me from the field of battle?” he asked.
“I would bolster your cause.”
“More soldiers?” Alegni asked hopefully.
Draygo shrugged as much as nodded. “A few, perhaps. More importantly, I will bolster your ranks with one who better understands the way of the sorceress.”
Alegni’s eyes widened again and he started to shake his head, though he dared not openly oppose Draygo’s words. “Him?” the tiefling angrily retorted, and stammered, because he knew who Draygo Quick had in mind and it was no one Herzgo Alegni wanted anywhere nearby.
“Him,” Draygo calmly replied. “And I need not explain to you the pain should you not properly protect this one.”
Behind Draygo, the shadows coagulated and a thin form appeared, blurred by dark mist.
“He should be with Argyle in study-that was our bargain.”
“Our bargain?” Draygo laughed. “Our bargain is whatever I tell you it is. Your title is wholly my doing, and so I can undo it. I can undo everything… with a word. You wanted him. Indeed, you went to great lengths to bring him along.”
“That was a long time ago.” The regret rang thick in Alegni’s voice.
“Yes,” Draygo replied, “a long time ago, when you thought he would be strong of arm and a great warrior. Your contempt for warlocks-”
“Not contempt,” Alegni interrupted. “Nay, I understand and appreciate the power of dark magic.”
“But you relish the power of the sword. That is your failing, I fear. Ah, but it matters not. You’re being watched very carefully now, Herzgo Alegni, and by powers who grow more impatient with you than I. Secure the whole of Neverwinter Wood, and drive out the forces of Thay.”
Alegni knew he couldn’t push further, that there was no debate to be found here, and he bowed and accepted the edict.
“He’s smart, he’s powerful, and he knows your enemy,” Draygo assured him.
“He’s… I cannot look upon him.”
“Does he disgust you? Does his infirmity insult the great Herzgo Alegni, who could surely take him in his bare hands and snap his spine in half?”
Alegni ground his teeth and tried hard to steady his breathing.
“You will consult with him. You will listen to his words of wisdom. You will complete this mission successfully and soon. We have other business to attend, and I’ll not hold my forces here in Neverwinter Wood another decade. Nor will I have Sylora’s Dread Ring come to fruition. I hold you personally responsible to stop it. Know that most of all.”
“Yes, Master.”
Draygo Quick stared at him for a bit longer then slowly turned and walked away, the shadows gathering around him as he went. Barely a few strides away, his form became so blurred as to be indistinguishable, and he was gone, melting back into the Shadowfell.
Herzgo Alegni closed his eyes and brought a hand up to rub his face, feeling weary.
“You truly can’t even bear to look upon me,” came a scratchy and whiny voice from the same area where
