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siege； and many of the Houses refuse to join the fight…join it in any real way； at least。 All we have to do is keep pressing； keep pressing； keep pressing； and we will win the day。 I grant you that it is an inconvenience that Gromph escaped my little snare。 I do wonder how he managed it。 But I assure you it will be the last time I underestimate the Archmage of Menzoberranzan。〃
〃Did you underestimate him；〃 she asked； 〃or did he beat you？〃
There was a moment of silence between them as Yasraena stared up at the idol of Lolth； and Dyrr waited in mute protest。
〃This assassin。 。 。 。〃 she said at last。
〃Nimor；〃 Dyrr provided。
〃I know you don't trust him；〃 she said。
〃Of course not；〃 the lichdrow replied with a dry chuckle。 〃He is mitted to his cause； though。〃
〃And that cause？〃 asked the matron mother。 〃The downfall of Menzoberranzan？ The destruction of the matriarchy？ The wholesale abandonment of the worship of Lolth？〃
〃Lolth is gone； Yasraena；〃 Dyrr said。 〃The matriarchy has functioned； but as with all things past it too may not survive the Spider Queen's demise。 The city； of course； will endure。 It will endure under my steady； immortal hand。〃
〃Yours；〃 she asked； 〃or Nimor's？〃
〃Mine；〃 the lichdrow replied with perfect finality。
〃He should be in the city；〃 Yasraena added before there could be too significant a pause。 〃Nimor and his duergar friends should be here。 Every day that goes by； Baenre and Xorlarrin wear us down。 Little by little； granted； but little by little for long enough and 。 。 。〃
She let the thought hang there； and Dyrr only shrugged in response。
〃If you expected to do this without Gromph on their side；〃 Yasraena asked； 〃what now that he's back？〃
〃As I said；〃 the lichdrow replied； 〃I will kill him。 He will e for me； and I will be ready。 When the time es； I will meet him。〃
〃Alone？〃 she asked； concern plain in her voice。
The lichdrow didn't answer。 Neither of them moved； and the temple was silent for a long time。
He had e for a little food and a few minor incidentals。 They could drink the water from the Lake of Shadows but could use a few more skins to carry it in。 Under normal circumstances nothing could be easier for someone as well traveled as Valas Hune。
Normal circumstances。
The words had lost all meaning。
〃Hey；〃 the gnoll grumbled； hefting its heavy war…axe so Valas could see it。 〃You wait line； drow。〃
Valas looked the gnoll in the eyes； but it didn't back down。
〃Everybody wait line；〃 the guard growled。
Valas took a deep breath； left his hands at his side； and said； 〃Is Firritz here ？〃
The gnoll blinked at him； surprised。
Valas could feel other eyes on him。 Drow； duergar； and representatives of a few more lesser races looked his way。 Though they would be angry； impatient at having to wait in line while Valas presumed to bypass it； none of them spoke。
〃Firritz；〃 Valas repeated。 〃Is he here？〃
〃How you 。 。 。 ？〃 the gnoll muttered； eyes like slits。 〃How you know Firritz？〃
Valas waited for the gnoll to understand that he wasn't going to say any more。 It took seven heartbeats。
With a glance at the increasingly restless line； the gnoll said； 〃Follow。〃
Valas didn't smile； speak； or look at the others。 He followed the gnoll in silence the full length of the line then through a mildewed curtain into a very large room with an unfortably low ceiling。 The space was so crowded with sacks and crates and barrels that in the first few seconds after entering； Valas saw at least one of everything he'd e for。
A single； stooped old drow sat at a table in the center of the storehouse。 A dozen different types of coins were arranged in neat stacks on the table in front of him。 The gnoll nodded toward him； and Valas stepped closer to the merchant。
〃Firritz；〃 the scout said； his voice echoing。
The old drow didn't turn to look at him。 Instead； he slowly counted a stack of gold coins then wrote the total on a piece of parchment on the table in front of him。 Valas waited。
Perhaps ten minutes went by； and in that time the gnoll left the room and came back three times。 Each time he came back； he seemed a bit more perplexed。 Valas hadn't moved a muscle。
Finally； when the gnoll had left the room again； Firritz looked up from his counting and glanced at Valas。
〃That's about how long you would have waited in line；〃 the old drow said； his voice reedy and forced。 〃Now； what can I do for you？〃
〃Remember that you kept Bregan D'aerthe waiting；〃 Valas said。
〃Don't threaten me； Valas Hune；〃 Firritz said。 〃Menzo's reputation has bee a bit less impressive of late。 Gray dwarves； I heard。 Why aren't you there to defend the motherland？〃
〃I go where the coin leads me；〃 said the scout。 〃Just like you。〃
〃The coin doesn't lead to Menzoberranzan anymore； does it？〃
〃Bregan D'aerthe's credit is still good here；〃 Valas said。 〃I need supplies。〃
〃Credit？〃 said Firritz。 〃That word implies that your master at some point intends to pay his debt。 I run up a tab； more and more； year after year； and see nothing for it。 Maybe things have changed enough that that isn't necessary anymore； eh？〃
〃Take a deep breath；〃 Valas said。
The old drow looked up at him。 They stayed like that for a bit； but finally Firritz drew in a deep breath then exhaled slowly。
〃That's what you see for it；〃 Valas finished； 〃and its necessary I get a few supplies。〃
Firritz frowned and said； 〃Nothing magical。 Everyone's been buying up the magic bits…and for twice； even thrice the market value。〃
〃I need food；〃 the scout replied； 〃waterskins； a few odds and ends。〃
〃You have a pack lizard？〃
〃No；〃 Valas said with a smile and a tip of his head； 〃so I'll need something to carry it in。 Something magical。〃
Firritz swept his arm across the table； scattering the coins onto the floor with a thousand echoing clatters。
〃Food； Firritz；〃 Valas said。 〃Time has bee an issue for me。〃
Chapter Eight
Danifae could feel the Binding； and she could feel Halisstra。 No matter how many thousands of feet of rock separated them； they were connected。
Danifae's skin crawled。
The farther from the center of the city she walked； the higher the mix of non…drow she passed on the streets。 It was with no little relief； and after enduring lewd remarks from a trio of hobgoblins that she came to her destination。
She had never been to Sschindylryn before and had never seen that one particular structure； but she had gone straight to it。 She'd made no wrong turns and asked for no directions。
Danifae stood in front of a plex jumble of mud bricks and flagstones arranged into what looked like some kind of hive or termite hill。 Over the wide door…wide enough to acmodate a pack lizard and a decent…sized wagon…hung a slab of black stone into which was carved an elaborate sigil。 The symbol contained unmistakable traces of the Yauntyrr crest but somehow turned in on itself； imploded； perverted。
Danifae reminded herself that no matter what happened； House Y