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e。 That came most insistently； a subtle urging growing into desperation。
Eight tiny legs answered that imploring call。 Eight tiny weapons struck at the concave wall。 Battering and tearing； following the lighter shade of gray in this dark place。
A hole appeared in the leathery surface and the eight legs coordinated their attacks at that very spot； sensing weakness。 Weakness could not be tolerated。 Weakness had to be exploited； immediately and without mercy。
One by one； ten by ten； a thousand by a thousand； a million by a million； tiny legs waved in the misty space between universes for the first time； tearing free of their circular prisons。 Driven by hunger and ambition； by fear and an instinctive vileness； the millions of arachnids fought their first battle against a pliable； leathery barrier。 Hardly a worthy adversary； but they fought with an urgency wrought of knowing that the first to emerge would hold a great advantage； knowing that they…all of them…were hungry。
And knowing there was nothing to eat but each other。
The warmth of the egg sac was gone； devoured。 The quiet moments of solitude； of awakening； of first sense of consciousness； were past。 The walls that had served as shelter and protection became an impediment and nothing more。 The soft shell was a barricade against food； against necessary battle； against satiation on so many levels。
Against power。
And that； most of all； could not be tolerated by these blessed and cursed offspring。 So they fought and tore and scrabbled and scrambled to get out。
To eat。
To climb。
To dominate。
To kill。
To bee。 。 。 。
Streams of dust and sand hissed over old red stone。 Halisstra Melarn drew her piwafwi close around her； and shivered in the bitter wind。 The night was cold； colder than the deeps and caverns far below the world's surface； and the wind moaned mournfully through the weathered ruins； crouching dead and silent in arid hills。 Once a great city stood there； but no more。 Shattered domes and tottering colonnades whispered of a proud and skillful race； long gone。 Vast ramparts still stood against the desert wind； and the broken stumps of towers reached for the heavens。
In different circumstances Halisstra might have spent days wandering the silent ways of the mighty ruins and pondering their long…lost tale； but at the moment a far greater and more terrifying mystery held her rapt with awe and horror。 Above the black silhouettes of crumbling towers and crooked walls； a sea of stars glittered like cold hard ice in a black and limitless sky。
She'd heard of such things all her life； of course。 Intellectually she understood the concept of an open sky in place of a cavern roof； and the ludicrously distant pinpricks of light overhead； but to sit out in the open beneath such a sight and gaze on it with her own eyes 。 。 。 that was something else indeed。 In her two hundred years she had never ventured more than a few dozen miles from Ched Nasad； and she had certainly never e within miles of the surface。 Very few dark elves from the City of Shimmering Webs had。 Like most drow； they largely ignored the world outside the endless intrigues； scheming； and remorseless self…interest of life in Ched Nasad。
She stared at the glittering lights above and bitterly savored the irony。 The pinprick diamonds and the vast night sky were real。 They had existed for some unimaginably long time； long before she had happened to look up in that forlorn； freezing desert and notice them； and they would doubtless continue long after she was gone。 But Ched Nasad； the city of her birth； the city whose rivalries and loyalties and fortunes had pletely absorbed all of her intellectual abilities and attention for her entire life； was no more。 Not a day ago she had stood on the high balconies of House Nasadra and stared down in horror at burning stone and falling castles； witness to her city's catastrophic destruction。 Ched Nasad； with its wondrous webs of stone and darkly beautiful fairy…castles clinging to the chasm walls…Ched Nasad； with its awesome arrogance and hubris； its darkly beautiful noble houses and its ceaseless veneration of the Spider Queen herself…Ched Nasad； the center of Halisstra's existence； was no more。
With a sigh； Halisstra tore her gaze away from the sky overhead and stood。 She was tall for a drow； almost five and a half feet in height； and slender as a rapier。 While her features lacked the alluring； almost rapacious sensuality many highborn drow women possessed； she was beautiful in an austere and measured manner。 Even after hours of furious fighting and desperate struggle to escape fire； foe； and calamity； Halisstra moved with cold； absentminded gracefulness； the calm self…possession of a woman born to be a queen。
Sand pelted against the jet…black steel of her armor； while the wind caught at her cloak and tried to tug it away from her。 Halisstra knew well the damp； chill motions of air in vast spaces under the earth； but the desert city was scoured by a relentless； stinging blast that buffeted her from a different direction moment to moment。 She put the wind； the stars； and the ruins out of her mind； and silently drifted back to the others。 They huddled in the lee of a great wall in a small court studded with broken pillars。 At one end of the plaza the empty remnants of a lordly palace stood。 No furnishings had survived the centuries of sand and weathering that had scoured the city； but the colonnades and courts； high chambers and proud halls； indicated that the building had once been the residence of a family of some power in the city； perhaps even the rulers or lords of the place。 Not far away within the sand…blasted walls stood a blank stone portal； an archway of strange black stone； that housed a magical gate leading back to Ched Nasad。 Through that portal Halisstra and the others had made their escape from the sack of the drow city。
She paused and studied her six panions。 Danifae； her lady…in…waiting； knelt gracefully at one side； her perfect face posed； eyes closed serenely。 She might have been dozing lightly； or simply awaiting the next turn of events with equanimity。 Fifteen years before； Danifae； a captive priestess from the city of Eryndlyn； had been gifted to Halisstra as a maidservant。 Young； beautiful； and clever； Danifae had resigned herself to bondage with surprising grace。 She had no choice； really…a silver locket over Danifae's heart enslaved the girl with a powerful enchantment。 What passed behind those lustrous eyes and perfect features not even Halisstra could guess； but Danifae had served her as faithfully and as petently as her binding demanded； and perhaps even more than that。 Halisstra found herself forted to no small degree by the simple fact that Danifae was still with her。
Her remaining five panions did not fort her in the least。 The events of Ched Nasad's last days had thrown Halisstra in with a party of travelers from distant Menzoberranzan； a city that had in the course of time been Ched Nasad's enemy； rival； trading partner； and master。 Quenthel Baenre sat wrapped in her own thoughts； her cloak pulled close against the chill。