held by Dantrag's blocking swords. Up came Drizzt's knee, quicker than Dantrag's, as the two inevitably moved together, and in a sudden explosion of agony, the wounded weapon master understood that he could not hold Drizzt back.
Drizzt turned Twinkle over the blocking sword and put it in line for Dantrag's ribs, then the two seemed to pause for an instant, eye to eye.
'Zak'nafein would have defeated you,' the ranger promised grimly, and he plunged Twinkle deep into Dantrag's heart.
Drizzt turned to Catti-brie, trying to fathom the level of terror apparent in her wide eyes.
Chapter 27 SORTING IT OUT
It creaked and groaned in protest, shock waves and searing flames melting its hold on the cavern ceiling. Then it fell, like a great spear, whistling along its thousand-foot descent.
Helpless and horrified, those dark elves levitating nearby watched it fly past.
Inside the domed chapel, the ceremony continued undisturbed.
A female soldier, an elite guard of House Baenre but certainly no noble, rushed up to the central dais, screaming wildly. At first. Matron Baenre and the others thought her caught up in the outrageous frenzy, an all- too-common sight in the out-of-control drow rituals. Gradually they came to understand that this soldier was screaming cries of warning. Seven matron mothers turned suddenly suspicious gazes on Matron Baenre, and even her own daughters did not know what she was about. Then the stalactite hit.
Drizzt caught Catti-brie in midair, then he, too, was flying. He rolled over as the two touched down, burying the young woman under him protectively.
They were both screaming, but neither heard anything beyond the thunderous roar of the widening fireball. Drizzt's back warmed, and his cloak ignited in several places as the very edge of the firestorm rolled over him.
Then it was done as quickly as it had begun. Drizzt rolled off Catti-brie, scrambled to get out of his burning cloak, and rushed to get to his still-down companion, fearing that she had been knocked unconscious, or worse, in the explosion.
Catti-brie opened a blue eye and flashed a wistful, mischievous smile.
'I'm betting that the way is clear behind us,' she smirked and Drizzt nearly laughed aloud. He scooped her up in his arms and hugged her tightly, feeling in that instant as though they might actually be free once more. He thought of the times to come in Mithril Hall, times that would be spent beside Bruenor and Regis and Guenhwyvar, and, of course, Catti-brie.
Drizzt could not believe all that he had almost thrown away.
He let Catti-brie go for a moment and rushed back around the bend, just to confirm that all those drow pursuing them were gone.
'Hello,' Catti-brie whispered under her breath, looking down to a magnificent sword lying next to the fallen weapon master. Catti-brie gingerly picked the weapon up, confused as to why an evil drow noble would wield a sword whose hilt was sculpted in the shape of a unicorn, the symbol of the goodly goddess Mielikki.
'What have you found?' Drizzt asked, returning calmly.
'I think that this one'd suit yerself,' Catti-brie remarked, holding up the weapon to display the unusual pommel.
Drizzt stared at the sword curiously. He had not noticed that hilt in his fight with Dantrag, though he certainly remembered that blade as the one that had so easily cut through the stone wall. 'You keep it,' he offered with a shrug. 'I favor the scimitar, and if that is truly a weapon of Mielikki, then she would be pleased to have it on the hip of Catti-brie.'
Catti-brie saluted Drizzt, smiled widely, and slipped the sword into her belt. She turned about, hearing Entreri's return, as Drizzt bent over Dantrag's body and quietly slipped the bracers off the dead draw's wrists,
'We cannot delay!' the obviously flustered assassin snapped. 'All of Menzoberranzan knows of us now, and a thousand miles will not be enough ground between me and that wretched city.'
For perhaps the first time, Drizzt found that he completely agreed with the assassin.
Belted as it was on the hip of the human woman was not exactly what the sentient Khazid'hea had in mind. The sword had heard much talk of Drizzt Do'Urden and, upon Dantrag's defeat, had altered the appearance of its magical pommel so that it might rest in the grasp of the legendary warrior.
Drizzt hadn't taken the bait, but the sword that had rightfully earned the name Cutter could wait.
The going was smooth, with no pursuit evident for the rest of that day and long into the night. Finally the group had no choice but to stop and rest, but it was a fitful and nervous time indeed.
So it went for three days of running, putting the miles behind them. Drizzt kept the lead, and kept the companions far from Blingdenstone, fearful of involving the svirmebli in any of this incredible and dangerous web. He could not understand why lizard-riding draw patrols had not overtaken them, could hardly believe that scores of dark elves were not crouched in corridors behind them, or on their flanks, waiting to spring an ambush.
Thus, Drizzt was not surprised to see a familiar, outrageous dark elf standing in the middle of the corridor, wide-brimmed hat in hand, waiting to greet him and his fleeing companions.
Catti-brie, still seething, still on her warrior's edge, brought Taulmaril up immediately. 'Ye're not for running free this time,' she muttered under her breath, remembering how the crafty Jarlaxle had eluded them after the fight in Mithril Hall.
Entreri grabbed the arrow before Catti-brie had bent the bow, and the young woman, seeing that Drizzt was making no move to go for his weapons, did not continue.
'Please, dear and beautiful woman,' the mercenary said to her. 'I have only come out to say farewell.'
His words grated on Catti-brie's nerves, but at the same time, she could not deny that Jarlaxle had treated her with dignity, had not abused her when she had been bis helpless prisoner.
'From my perspective, that would seem a strange thing,' Drizzt remarked, taking care to keep his voice calm. He felt in the pouch for the onyx figurine, but took little comfort in its presence, knowing that if he found the need to summon Guenhwyvar, they would all likely die. Both Drizzt and Entreri, understanding the methods of Bregan D'aerthe and the precautions of its elusive leader, knew that they were surrounded by skilled warriors in overwhelming numbers.
'Perhaps I was not so opposed to your escape, Drizzt Do'Urden, as you seem to think,' Jarlaxle replied, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he had aimed that remark directly at Artemis Entreri.
Entreri did not seem surprised by the claim. Everything had fallen neatly into place for the assassin—Catti- brie's circlet and the locket that helped to locate Drizzt; the spider mask; Jarlaxle's references to the vulnerability of House Baenre during the high ritual; even the panther figurine, waiting for him to take it, on Jarlaxle's desk. He did not know how purposeful and involved Jarlaxle had been in arranging things, but he certainly understood that the mercenary had anticipated what might come to pass.
'Tou betrayed your own people,' the assassin said.
'My own people?' Jarlaxle balked. 'Define that term, people.' Jarlaxle paused a few moments, then laughed, hearing no answer to his request. 'I did not cooperate with the plans of one matron mother,' he corrected.
'The first matron mother,' Entreri put in.
'For now,' the mercenary added with a wistful smile. 'Not all the drow of Menzoberranzan were so pleased by the alliance Baenre had formed—not even all of Matron Baenre's own family.'
'Triel,' Entreri said, more to Drizzt than to the mercenary.
'Among others,' said Jarlaxle.
'What're the two talking about?' Catti-brie whispered to Drizzt, who only shrugged, not understanding the larger picture.
'We are discussing the fate of Mithril Hall,' Jarlaxle explained to her. 'I commend your aim, dear and beautiful lady.' He swept into a graceful bow that, for some reason, made Catti-brie more than a little uncomfortable.
Jarlaxle looked to Drizzt. 'I would pay dearly for a glimpse of the expressions worn by those matron mothers inside the Baenre chapel when your lovely companion's stalactite spear plunged through the roof!'
Both Drizzt and Entreri turned to stare at Catti-brie, who just shrugged and smiled innocently.
