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ek…the gesture seemed almost instinctive。
〃It's not；〃 she said； her voice barely audible even in the quiet of their little room。 〃It's not so bad。 We can really only be traitors to ourselves anyway； and I think we're both finally being true to ourselves 。 。 。 and each other。〃
Halisstra's heart sank when she saw the look on his face； his only response to those words。 He didn't believe her； but she couldn't help thinking he wanted to。
〃How does it feel？〃 he asked her。
She didn't understand and told him so with a twitch of her head。
〃Not being able to feel the Binding？〃 he said。
She shifted her weight onto her hip； sitting on the floor； and leaned her head against his strong leg。
〃I can feel everything about my old life being replaced piece by piece with something new。〃
He touched her again； one finger gently tracing the line of her shoulder。 Her flesh thrilled at his touch。
〃Lolth has been replaced by Eilistraee；〃 she said。 〃Dark has been replaced by light。 Suspicion has been replaced by acceptance。 Hate has been replaced by love。〃
An unfamiliar warmth and wetness filled her eyes。 She was crying。
〃Are you all right？〃 he asked； his voice a concerned whisper。
Halisstra wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded。
〃Hate；〃 she repeated； 〃has been replaced by love； and apparently slavery has been replaced by freedom。〃
〃Or was it that life was replaced by death？〃 Ryld asked。
Halisstra sighed。
〃Maybe it was；〃 she answered； 〃but either way； she's free。 She's gone to whatever afterlife awaits her。 For her sake； I hope it's not that empty； ruined shell of the Demonweb Pits。 Maybe she still wanders the Underdark； alive and strong。 Alive and free； or dead and free； she's free just the same。〃
〃Free。 。 。 。〃 Ryld repeated； as if he'd never spoken the word before and needed practice at it。
They sat like that for a long time until Halisstra's legs started to grow stiff and Ryld sensed her disfort。 He lifted her into the bed and drew her close to him as if she weighed nothing at all。 His embrace was like a shell around her； a life…sustaining cocoon。
〃We have to go back；〃 she whispered。
His embrace tightened。
〃It's not what you're thinking；〃 she whispered because she knew he wanted to go back underground and never e back。 〃The time has finally e to find Quenthel and her expedition。〃
〃And stop them？〃 he asked； the words touching her neck with each exhalation of his hot breath。
〃No；〃 she whispered。
〃Follow them？〃 he said into her hair； his hand pressed into the small of her back。
Halisstra moved into the warrior until she felt as if she were flattening herself against him； disappearing into his night…black skin。
〃Yes；〃 she said。 〃They'll take us with them； whether they want to or not。 They'll take us to Lolth； and we can end it。〃
Halisstra knew that he began to make love to her then because he didn't want to think about it； and she let him because she didn't want to think about it either。
Pharaun stood at the rail of the ship of chaos； staring into the empty darkness of the Lake of Shadows； because he couldn't think of anything else to do。 Valas and Danifae hadn't returned from their supply mission； he had fed the ship enough petty demons to satisfy it； the uridezu captain was cowed and quiet； and there was no sign of Aliisza。
The Master of Sorcere went over their conversation again in his mind and was still convinced that the alu…fiend had managed to tell him nothing but had gone away having learned nothing from him。 Still； she'd found him and had seen the ship。 She knew where they were going and what they hoped to acplish there…but anyone who'd been at the fall of Ched Nasad could figure that out easily enough。
He put the alu…fiend out of his mind and peered deeper into the darkness； though there was still nothing to see。 Pharaun didn't have to turn around to know that Quenthel was sitting against the rail； absently chatting in some kind of silent telepathy with the bound imps that gave her venomous whip its evil intelligence。 He couldn't imagine the substance of a conversation someone might have with a demon trapped in the body of a snake that was stuck to the end of a whip。
Whatever they talked about； it didn't seem to be helping Quenthel。 The high priestess； as far as Pharaun could tell； was going quietly mad。 She had always been sullen and temperamental； but recently she had bee 。 。 。 twitchy。
Her half…demon nephew grew angrier and angrier the more bored he became。 Jeggred sent a large portion of his hatred out through his eyes and into the uridezu。 Raashub did an admirable job of ignoring him。
Something caught Pharaun's attention； movement out of the corner of his eye； and he stepped back from the rail as an emaciated； soaking…wet rat scurried along the bone…and…cartilage rail in front of him。
Pharaun watched the rat run； absently wondering where it thought it was going。
Anywhere dry； he thought。
Noises echoed from behind him…Jeggred fidgeting。
Pharaun stepped back to the rail and was about to let his eyes wander through the impenetrable darkness again when another rat crawled quickly past。
〃Damn it；〃 the Master of Sorcere whispered to himself。
He turned to voice some impotent plaint to Jeggred； but the words stuck in his throat。
There were more than the two rats that ran past him。 There were dozens of them； hundreds perhaps； and they swarmed over Jeggred。
Something's wrong； thought Pharaun； marveling even as the words formed in his head at how slowly his mind was working after days of tedium aboard the anchored ship。
The draegloth looked more annoyed than anything else。 The rats were crawling over him； tangling themselves in his hair； nibbling at any loose fold of skin； but they could not pierce the half…demon's hide。 More of them were climbing onto the deck。 Pharaun could hear splashing in the water on the other side of the demonic vessel。 It sounded as if dozens； even hundreds more rats were swimming up to the ship。
Pharaun started casting defensive spells on himself； watching as Quenthel finally looked up and over at her nephew。
The Mistress of the Academy's eyes widened； then narrowed as she watched Jeggred smash one rat after another in his bigger set of hands； while his smaller hands brushed others off his face。 Quenthel slowly rose to her feet； the vipers tangling loosely； affectionately around her legs。
〃Jeggred？〃 she asked。
〃Rats；〃 was the draegloth's grunted reply。
Pharaun layered more magical protections over himself as Quenthel started toward the draegloth。
〃Raashub；〃 Pharaun said； keeping his voice steely and cold。
The demon flinched at the sound of his name but didn't look up。
〃What are you doing； Raashub？〃 Pharaun asked between two more spells of protection。 〃Stop it。 Stop it now。〃
The demon looked up at him with smoldering eyes and hissed； 〃It's not me。 They're not my rats。〃
Pharaun couldn't shake the feeling that the uridezu was telling the truth…at least； a version