Laeral exchanged a worried glance with Khelben. The sound of arguing voices drifted up from the middle of the dark camp, and dancing lines of torches began to stream in from all sides. Khelben extended a hand and summoned his staff, and Laeral did the same for her broadbelt. Then, while Khelben sent the Vaasans to check on the night pickets and call the companies to alert, she tied her trouser laces and belted her cloak closed.
Once she had her clothes tied, she extended a hand to Khelben and said, 'Shall we, my dear?' Khelben sighed and took her hand. 'If we must.'
Laeral eyed a spot near the center of the converging torch streams and used a spell to open a small translocational door. She and Khelben stepped through into a tumult of shouting voices and bobbing torches. So belligerent was the argument that, during the moment it took the afterdaze to clear, she grew convinced she had emerged into the middle of a tavern brawl. She drew a fighting wand from her belt.
Khelben was even more alarmed. He began to whirl his staff around them in a practiced defensive pattern that sent a pair of elves and a Waterdhavian sergeant tumbling to the ground.
A pair of the sergeant's subordinates came rushing up, 'You there, wizard!' Instead of stopping to help their superior, they stepped over his groaning figure and split up to come at Khelben and Laeral from opposite sides. 'Who do you think you're batting around with that thing?'
Laeral's assessment of the situation took a decided turn for the worse. She leveled her wand at the nearest figure and said, 'Hare.'
The man took one more step, then curled to the ground and began to sprout fur. She pointed the wand at the second fellow, who was still trying to dance past Khelben's whirling staff, and said, 'Ass.'
He dropped to all fours, his nose and ears already beginning to lengthen.
Laeral waved the wand past the others in the growing knot of warriors. 'Has our arrival offended anyone else?'
When no one else stepped forward, Khelben said, 'Good.'
He lowered his staff and led the way past half a dozen empty Shadovar tents to the assembly square in front of the command pavilion, where Lord Yoraedia was standing nose to belly with Chief Claw, his face twisted into a very unelflike scowl.
'Will someone tell us what's going on here?' Khelben asked.
Both leaders turned their gazes on Khelben and Laeral and began to speak at once, gesturing wildly and pointing at the other.
'One at a time,' Laeral ordered. 'You first, Lord Yoraedia.'
The elf cast a superior smirk at Claw, then said, 'This oaf's sentries fell asleep and allowed the Shadovar to slip past them unseen.'
'Liar!' Claw deliberately stepped into Yoraedia, bumping the elf with his stomach and sending him stumbling half a dozen steps back. 'My lookouts only found that the camp was empty. Your watchers are the ones who fell asleep.' 'Elves,' Yoraedia sneered, 'do not sleep.' 'Then they are blind!' Claw bumped the elf with his belly again. 'The Shadovar did not leave by our side.'
Yoraedia caught himself after three paces and stepped back toward the barbarian, his hand dropping toward his dagger. 'One more time, walrus, and I'll slit that gu-'
'That's quite enough, Lord Yoraedia.' Laeral stepped between the two. 'The Shadovar were not prisoners. No one is to blame for their departure.'
'You will both be to blame if this continues,' Khelben said, stepping to Laeral's side and using the butt of his staff to push Yoraedia back. 'What madness has taken hold of you two?'
The solemn glance he cast in Laeral's direction was hardly necessary. She had already guessed the reason behind the group's anger and was searching her cloak pockets for a spell component
Khelben continued, 'No one could have stopped the Shadovar from sneaking away. As soon as it was dark, the cowards probably melted into the shadows and walked off.'
Skarn Brassaxe and his dwarves marched into the assembly square, shouldering past elves and barbarians alike.
'It's bright enough to blind Lefthander!' Skarn complained. 'Are you all this stupid, or are you fools trying to light yourselves up for enemy long-casters?'
'Be careful who you call stupid, Belt watcher,' said Aelburn, stepping into the light from the opposite side of the gathering. 'Some of us need the light Not everyone has goblin blood running in their veins.'
'Goblin blood!' Skarn stormed, reaching for his axe. 'I'll show you gob-'
Khelben's staff crashed down, knocking the dwarf to his seat and causing his arm to go limp. Claw and Yoraedia continued to trade insults, with most of their followers adding their own voices to the tumult, and the dwarves and hippogriff scouts were starting in as well. It would have been a simple matter for Laeral and Khelben to start dispelling whatever magic was causing this madness, but until she knew whether the casters were Shadovar or phaerimm, it was better to let them believe their tactic was working.
Laeral found what she was looking for and unobtrusively began to sprinkle diamond dust in each direction, at the same time mouthing an incantation and running her fingers through the gestures of her most powerful spell. As the magic took effect, she had to bite her tongue to keep from gasping.
On the western side of the square, Sharn’s dwarves were stomping in from their own camp flanked by the silvery blurs of well over a dozen invisible phaerimm. The scene was much the same on the north side, save that it was Waterdhavian volunteers and Aelburn's scouts who were being marched in. The situation to the east and south was even worse. With most of the barbarians and elves already in the square, the thornbacks had already formed themselves into battle ranks. 'Uh, Khelben?' 'Yes?'
With more leaders marching their companies into the dusty square every minute, Khelben had given up on ending the argument between Yoraedia and Claw and was using his magic to intervene in actual outbreaks of violence.
Khelben pointed at a scowling dwarf in the gleaming armor of the Knights in Silver who was charging toward the center of the quarrel with a drawn hand axe and asked, 'Would you mind?' 'Not at all.'
Laeral pulled two beads of tar from her cloak pocket. Voicing a short spell, she flicked first one, then the other bead at the scowling dwarf, whose progress immediately slowed to a sluggish crawl.
'As I was saying,' Laeral said, 'do you remember those detection amulets we passed out so the sentries would be able to see invisible infiltrators?'
Khelben frowned and used his black staff to sweep the feet from beneath one of Claw's barbarians who was reaching for one of Yoraedia's elves.
'I remember,' he said. 'You brought twenty of them-'
'Twenty-five,' Laeral corrected. 'They don't seem to be working.' Khelben grimaced, then asked, 'How badly?' 'Fifteen,' Laeral said. 'On each side.'
Khelben considered this for a moment, then growled, 'The bastards! The slippery, shadowy, betraying bastards!' 'I wouldn't go so easy on them.'
Laeral had already done the math. After the battle in the Vine Vale, they had estimated that there could only be a hundred phaerimm left inside the shadowshell. Over the past few days, they had hunted down and killed another twenty, which meant there were only about eighty thornbacks left in the entire Sharaedim.
Somehow, most had converged on the relief army's camp within a few hours of the departure of the Shadovar. Clariburnus and Lamorak had not only abandoned their allies, they had invited the enemy to destroy them.
'What now, Khelben?' Laeral asked. She saw an elf reaching for his sword and waved her wand, turning him into a sleek hart. 'Start dispelling and hope for the best?'
Khelben shook his head. 'This requires something more… wondrous. Can you distract the phaerimm while I raise a sphere?'
'Of course,' Laeral said, pulling a second wand from her belt. One of Khelben's favorite spells, the sphere of wonder created an area in which only one type of magic-chosen by the caster-would function. 'But that won't hold forever.' 'I'll open a teleport circle from inside,' Khelben said. 'Good,' Laeral said. 'We'll meet at the Halfway Inn.' 'Meet?' 'Somebody has to bring the rest of the army.'
Laeral started across the assembly square, using one wand to paralyze anyone shouting and the other to turn those holding weapons into rabbits and raccoons,
'Quiet!' she called. 'I have heard quite enough of this bickering!'
