piece of the sun if it happened to be stuck in the top of a huge brass egg. Tiep's ill-gotten myrrh from Parnast made that one possible, but it, too, would leave a big footprint in his mind and a hole after he cast it. He'd rather enchant the gloves than force a rapport with their goblin.
Everything would be easier if Sheemzher would just wake up, but prudence dictated that Dru make himself familiar with the rapport spell's logic and ritual before he convinced Rozt'a to give him a pair of her sword-handling gloves. He was lost in contemplation, when he heard Rozt'a calling his name.
'We've been talking,' she said and indicated Tiep who stood beside her in the rain and faded light spell; Sheemzher was still unconscious. 'We've put together some conclusions about what's going on-Tiep has, actually. He's thought things through. I think you should listen to him.'
Dru realized he was hungry enough to eat two suppers and that Rozt'a's hands were empty, as were Tiep's. Whatever the two of them had been up to, it hadn't involved the preparation of food. Disappointment stung and soured. 'When don't I listen to you, Tiep?'
The youth's lips rolled and tightened. 'It's about the Beast Lord and how he's really a mind flayer-'
— ' 'It,' Tiep. Mind flayers are hermaphrodites.'
'Herm-what?'
'They're all built the same. Maybe they mate, maybe they don't, but they're all the same: no males, no females. Can't tell 'em apart.'
Dru winced when Tiep blushed. Some men sounded like their fathers; he sounded like Ansoain. Rozt'a touched Tiep's arm, but only made the blush worse.
'Right-' Tiep's voice chose that moment to crack. He cleared his throat several times while both Dru and Rozt'a tried not to look at him, then he tried again. 'Well, I watched what went on at that pool with the light in it and I think I've got it figured out. Those ugly critters that butchered Cardinal and tried to butcher us a couple nights ago, they're not demons, they're goblins who've been put through the Beast Lord's egg. Those swordswingers, they started off as goblins, too, but the Beast Lord mixed them up with the bug lady's bugs, so they're cleverer than goblins.'
It wasn't the way Dru saw events unfolding, but Tiep's view had merit. 'Could be that way,' he admitted. 'My problem is that there's never just one mind flayer. They're supposed to be like ants or bees. They live in colonies and take orders from something called an Elder Brain. Just like the queen bee in a hive, once the Elder Brain establishes a colony, it never leaves. It can't. Its whole body has been transformed into a huge brain that floats in brine instead of blood-'
'The pool!' Rozt'a declared. 'The pool was empty. What did you say after you came back from seeing Amarandaris-the Network pulled out because there'd been war under Dekanter? I'd say the Beast Lord's lost its Elder Brain and now its losing the whole war.'
Dru shook his head. 'Sheemzher's never said Beast Lords, not once. It's always Beast Lord, by itself. Even Amarandaris talks about trading with a single beholder.'
'But if they all look alike-?' Tiep made a nauseated face. 'Who'd want to look close enough to see if today's mind flayer is the same one you saw last year?'
'Good sir, Beast Lord not mind flayer.'
Rozt'a, Tiep, and Druhallen all focused their attention on Sheemzher who'd propped himself up on one elbow.
'What is it, then?' Dru asked, expecting a familiar answer.
The goblin howled, 'Alho-o-o-o-on!'
Dru rubbed his forehead wearily. Sheemzher wasn't stupid, no more than a young child was stupid when it thought that size-bigness-determined the value of a coin. But, like a young child, Sheemzher saw the world on his own terms. 'That may be the word that goblins use,' he explained, 'but men say 'mind flayers'.'
'Goblins say nothing, good sir. Good lady say: alho-o-o-o-on!'
Sheemzher howled again and Dru had great difficulty imagining that the keening sound had originated in Wyndyfarh's slender, elegant throat. He'd never heard of an alho-o-o-o-on, either, and it was simply inconceivable that Ansoain would have failed to acquaint him and Galimer with such an unusually named beast.
When the goblin finished his howl, he added, 'Mind flayers alive living things. Alho-o-o-o-n dead living thing.'
Dru, who'd been leaning against the rock, trying to stay as much out of the rain as possible, literally leapt forward and to his feet. 'Undead? The Beast Lord is an undead mind flayer? Mystra's mercy-that explains the rest.' His initial burst of excitement and satisfaction faded fast. 'You knew,' he said. Disbelief kept Dru's anger in check. 'You knew what was down there. You knew, and you led us down there without a word of warning…'
'Good sir not ask Sheemzher. Sheemzher not clever men. Sheemzher not know what clever men know. Sheemzher quiet. Men never listen not-clever goblins, good sir; Sheemzher keep quiet. Not ask, not answer.'
'Sweet Tymora! I'm going to-'
Tiep lunged at the goblin, but Tymora gave her blessing to Druhallen, who caught him before any harm was done. 'You're not going to do anything.'
'You heard him! He led us down there to die. Him and his damn lady. We were headed for that damn egg, that athan-thing you keep talking about.'
'Athanor. Alchemists use them to transmute base elements. It's our fault-my fault: I didn't ask the right questions.'
Tiep swore with creative passion, which Dru took as a sign that the goblin was no longer in serious danger. He glanced at Rozt'a, who'd shut her eyes and stood still like stone, blaming herself, as he did.
Dru spoke for himself and her: 'What's cut stays cut,' he told Sheemzher, who'd pulled the blanket over his head. 'I'm asking now. When Lady Wyndyfarh told you that the Beast Lord was an-' Imitating the goblin's howl was more than Druhallen could ask of himself. 'Sheemzher, do you remember what you said and what your lady said when she told you what the Beast Lord was?'
The goblin stayed beneath the blanket. 'Good lady says, Is its flesh slick and shiny or dry? Sheemzher says: Not shiny. Not get close. Not know slick, not know dry. Good lady says: The Beast Lord of Dekanter is an undead illithid magician, a lithilil-an illithil-ilthili-' Sheemzher abandoned memory. The blanket fell away from his face as he threw back his head and howled: 'Alho-o-o-oon… alho-o-o-o-on.'
Rozt'a walked away. They were all soaked to the skin, but she'd started shivering. They could hear her teeth.
'Now look what you've done!' Tiep snarled and made another lunge for Sheemzher's neck.
The goblin scrambled while Dru wrestled with Tiep. He got the youth pinned upright against wet rock. 'What's wrong with you?' he demanded, his mouth a finger's breadth from Tiep's nose. 'Haven't we got enough trouble without you going off like a rabid dog every other moment?'
Tiep opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and kept quiet. Dru released him and retreated, staring at his own hands and wondering how they'd gotten to a point where Tiep was assaulting a much-smaller goblin and he was doing the same to Tiep.
'We all need to back away from each other for a while,' he muttered, though what they really needed was Galimer. Galimer did more than negotiate their business, he kept the peace. When this was over, Dru swore silently that he'd find the words to thank his friend. Right now, a wall of frustration separated his shame from an apology.
Tiep straightened himself up. The youth didn't appear any worse for the encounter, for which Dru was grateful.
'You forgot to ask Sheemzher about the bug lady.'
Dru's nerves were so raw he couldn't tell if the boy meant to be troublesome or was actually trying to be helpful. 'Not now.'
'Good lady very good, very kind. Good lady crush Beast Lord like this-' Sheemzher ground his right fist into his left palm. '-If good lady come here. Good lady not come here. Good lady cannot leave forest.'
Though he hadn't wanted the conversation, Dru couldn't let it end without answers. 'You've said that before. Why can't Lady Wyndyfarh leave Weathercote Wood?'
Sheemzher looked behind both shoulders and up at the dark, leaking clouds before whispering: 'Good lady not belong; good lady watcher only. Very great magic lady get very great angry if good lady leave forest. Very great magic lady send all Weathercote ladies, all Weathercote lords away.' The goblin leaned forward. 'Good lady say, No
