off. They were an unusual pair and had cost the elf consid shy;erable effort and expense to acquire.
The larger fighter was a fomorian, a member of a species of freaks in which no two were quite alike. This creature was male, a huge brute with four muscled arms and a vast torso that dwindled down to short, bandy legs. Despite his stunted legs, the fighter stood well over six feet tall. His face was malformed, domi shy;nated by an enormous eye that drooped low on one cheek. The fomorian's nose was a bearlike snout, and his other eye was small, red, and cunning.
His opponent was a yuan-ti, a snakelike creature with the head and arms of a man. At the moment, the snake man had the upper hand. His coils were wrapped around the fomorian. The brute's eyes bulged, but he continued to fight. With two of his hands, he squeezed the snake's neck, and with the other pair he desperately tried to peel off the crushing coils.
The monsters' faces were eerily similar, for both had mouths as wide as frogs. Their fanged teeth were bared in fierce grimaces, and their forked tongues flicked out in desperate, flickering gasps. It was all very distaste shy;ful, Elaith noted, but highly profitable.
The sound of a Watch horn tore through the din and shattered his comfortable musings. Three patrols- twelve men-pounded down the wooden stairs. To Elaith's consternation, they went straight for the mages who ringed the cavern and whose magic kept the mon shy;sters contained within the ring.
'Fools,' Elaith muttered.
In the chaos that followed, the yuan-ti immediately loosed its hold and slithered off, disappearing into a small hole that led to its den. The fomorian roared and charged with the fury of a caged beast who sees a chance at freedom. Three of the Watch converged on the fighter. He resisted, easily lifting one in each hand and hurling them aside. The third was swept away as wild melee filled the room.
The creature's mismatched eyes swept the room, searching the crowd for Elaith, the elf who had captured and imprisoned him. He charged forward and smashed the mirror with three fists. His malformed eyes gleamed with wild delight as they settled upon Elaith. He backed off several steps, and kicked into a charge.
The monster's progress was halted by a shining elven sword. To Elaith's astonishment, Arilyn stepped into the fomorian's path.
'If you have a weapon, arm yourself,' she said to the creature.
'You cannot be serious,' Elaith began incredulously.
'I will not kill an unarmed being,' she said sternly. 'Give him your sword.'
Still Elaith hesitated, but the fomorian settled the matter by ripping a weapon-and the arm that held it-from a passing gambler. Arilyn lifted her sword in challenge. The fomorian charged, seeing only the elf behind her and the prospect of cutting him down. Arilyn would not give way, though. For several moments the battle went on. Two of the Watch took notice and began to close in on the combatants. One of them came to an astonished halt.
'That's it. I didn't sign on for this.' The man turned and headed for the stairs.
Elaith followed the man's line of vision, and gasped in astonishment. A tall, rangy elven woman stood at the edge of the ring, her translucent sword drawn and her ghostly face daring any to interfere with the challenge beyond. More of the patrons noticed the apparently venge shy;ful spirit, and more took to the exits in frantic haste.
Elaith could not move so much as a step. He knew that elf. It was-or had been-Thassitalia, a warrior whom he had known on Evermeet. She had wielded the moonblade Arilyn carried and had bequeathed it to Amnestria, the willful, wild-hearted princess he had loved. That was very long ago, though. Why was Thassi shy;talia here? To help defend him, or to take vengeance upon him for his many misdeeds? Perhaps even to reclaim the Mhaorkiira and destroy the elf who dared to wield it!
Before an answer came, the ghostly elf faded away. Arilyn finished the battle and sprinted to Elaith's side.
'Any way out of here?'
The return to practicalities steadied him. Elaith used the points of his daggers to prod people out of the way. The two elves made their way to a back room. He threw aside a small carpet and opened the trap door hidden below.
They dropped into the opening and fled in silence through the tunnels. When finally they stopped for breath, Arilyn got right to the point.
'What do you have to do with these dream spheres?'
Perhaps it was the appearance of Thassitalia, per shy;haps the sight of a moonblade raised in his defense. 'I have them,' he said frankly, for he suspected that there was little she did not know. 'When presented with the opportunity, I took it. In a way, this is self defense: I am using them to set my enemies against each other.'
'Do you realize the implications of what you have done?'
'Things may have gotten out of hand.' The elf felt more vulnerable and open than he had for many years, and he described some of the truly ugly dreams that had recently been coming through the magical spheres. 'I can't begin to fathom where some of them are coming from.'
Arilyn thought this over. A suspicion that she could not entirely grasp came to her. 'Let me see the Mhaor shy;kiira.'
When the elf hesitated, she drew her sword and threw it aside, following it with the knife in her boot and the hunting knife in her belt. 'I am unarmed,' she said. 'You can easily take it back.'
'That was not my concern,' Elaith said.
'I know what your concern is,' she snapped. 'A moment's contact won't corrupt me, even if I'm wrong.'
The elf's face was deeply puzzled, but he produced the ruby from a pocket of his jacket and handed it to her.
Arilyn studied the stone, turning it over carefully and running her fingers over the glittering facets. It was a beautiful thing, deep red and perfectly cut. Magic vibrated through it-even she could sense that. All the same, she was certain that this was not the dark stone of legend.
'How much did you pay for this?' she asked.
Elaith looked startled. 'Six hundred gold. Why?'
'That's a lot for a piece of crystal.'
The elf looked as if he wasn't sure whether to be puzzled or outraged. 'Explain,' he requested coolly.
'You're still alive,' the half-elf said with a faint, cold smile. 'You know what I am-what I have been. There is enough anger in me to give the Mhaorkiira a foothold. I wouldn't need much of an excuse to kill you.
'More importantly, Dan is still alive. You even came to his aid. I doubt you would have done that if you were under the influence of the rogue stone.'
His answering smile was bitter. 'You do not know the entire legend, Princess. If there is a seed of evil, the rogue stone will make it grow, but creatures beyond redemption can handle it with impunity. I am still clear of mind and will, quite capable of making decisions that suit my whim. What does that say of me?'
Arilyn had never seen such emptiness in living eyes, or such despair. If anything, that only convinced her she was right.
'It is a counterfeit,' she persisted. 'Take me to the fence you bought it from and I'll prove it.'
The elf conceded and led the way to a shop in Castle Ward. Arilyn stalked up to the one-eyed man and placed the stone on his table. 'You sold this gem.'
The man's gaze flicked from Elaith's face to Arilyn's as if seeking permission to speak. The elf nodded. 'That is so,' the fence said. 'Why?'
'It's a fake. A crystal.'
He drew himself up, outraged. 'I know precious stones. That is a ruby. I stake my life on it.'
'A bad choice of words, considering the company,' Elaith said pleasantly. 'Convince me.'
The fence took up the stone and a glass. He began to study it. His confidence faded away by the moment, and he raised a horrified gaze to his visitors. 'This is not the stone I sold you.'
'I assure you that it is none other,' Elaith said.
'Then it is not the one I bought.'
Arilyn began to see through the problem. 'Did anyone else look at the stone?'
'Two or three people. One I remember in particular. A young woman, very richly dressed and haughty. Her
