这是我第一次试着翻译，翻译前担心自己英文太差，干不了，之后才发现其实是英文和中文都太差………。
总之请大家帮忙提提意见，不光是局部的，还有整体的。
如果觉得太差就骂吧，我会根据跟骂的贴数估计我的水平的。

            第27章 理明一切

     它呻吟似的吱吱的作响，震动的冲击与炙热的火焰将它从洞穴的顶端上融离开来。于是它开始下坠，像一只巨矛一样，尖啸着开始了它千尺的下降。
     那些黑暗精灵只能惊恐而无助的漂浮在附近看着它的下落。在穹顶的圣堂中，仪式不受干扰的继续进行着。
     一个女性士兵，班瑞家族的精英，但不知道是不是贵族，慌慌张张跑向中央讲台，近乎疯狂的尖叫起来，班瑞主母和其他人认为她一定是疯了，这在不受控制的黑暗精灵仪式中太常见了。逐渐的他们才开始明白这些尖叫是在报警。
     七位主母立刻转向班瑞主母，怀疑的注视着她，就连她的女儿们也不知道她想干什么。
     这时钟乳石落了下来。

     崔斯特在半空中接住了凯蒂布莉儿，然后他也飞了起来。着地时他翻过身来，将年轻女人置于他的保护下。
     他们都尖叫着，但除巨大的火球发出的雷霆般的咆哮外，什么也听不到。崔斯特甚至可以感到背后的温暖，当火风暴的最边缘波及他时，他的斗篷有几处被点燃了。

     开始的快，结束的也快。崔斯特离开凯蒂布莉儿，匆忙脱下他燃烧着的斗篷，就赶去看他仍躺在地上的同伴，担心她在爆炸中已经被撞的不醒人世，或更糟。
     凯蒂布莉儿睁开她蓝色的眼睛，脸上闪现出了渴望、淘气的笑容。
     “我敢打赌我们身后已经清理干净了，”她得意地笑了，崔斯特几乎大声的笑了出来。他将她拉入怀中，紧紧的拥抱了她，感到他们或许真的又一次获得了自由。他开始想象回到秘银之厅之后的光景，那些将在布鲁诺、瑞吉斯、关海法当然还有凯蒂布莉儿身边度过的时光。
     崔斯特几乎无法相信他已经几乎摆脱了的这一切。
     他让凯蒂布莉儿先走，然后他又回到转弯处，以确信那些追赶他们的黑暗精灵是否全都离开了。
     “喂，” 凯蒂布莉儿俯视着倒在地上的武技长身边那把华丽的剑，屏住呼吸轻声说道。她小心翼翼的拣起那把武器，疑惑着为什么一个邪恶的黑暗精灵贵族会挥舞着这样一把柄上雕刻着一只独角兽—善良的女神梅莉凯的标志—的剑。
     “你发现了什么？” 静悄悄的回来的崔斯特问道。
     “我想这把很适合你，” 凯蒂布莉儿评价道，拿起武器将那不寻常的标志指给了崔斯特。
     崔斯特好奇的看着这把剑，虽然他确实记得这把剑能够轻易的刺穿石墙，但在他与丹卓打斗的过程中他从未注意过剑柄。“你留着它吧，”他耸了耸肩。“我更喜欢用弯刀，而且如果那真是一把梅莉凯的武器，她将更高兴由你—发现它的实质的人拥有它。
     凯蒂布莉儿向崔斯特敬了个礼（太别扭了，但实在不知道saluted怎么翻好），高兴的将剑插入的腰带。这时听见恩崔立回来的声音，于是她转过身去，而崔斯特则弯下腰去轻轻的将护腕从丹卓的腕上脱了下来。
     “我们不能再耽搁了！”刺客看上去明显有些慌张。
     “现在整个魔索布莱城都知道我们了，而且即使我离开这个肮脏的城市1000英里也会觉得不够的。”
     崔斯特发现他第一次完全同意刺客的观点。
     哈兹得赫没有料到会被佩在人类女子的腰上。这把剑在丹卓被击败时，听到许多崔斯特·杜垩登的话，因而改变了它的魔法剑柄，希望能够被这个传说中的战士使用。
     虽然崔斯特没有上当，但这把剑公正的获得切割机这个名字的那一天指日可待了。


     一路平安，那天余下的时间直到晚上他们都没有明显的被追击。最终当他们不得不停下来休息时仍一直保持警惕的状态。
     就这样逃跑持续了三天，他们走过了很多英里。崔斯特领着路，由于担心将斯涅布力（地底侏儒）卷入这难以置信的危险之网，他使队伍一直保持着远离布灵登石城。他不明白黑暗精灵的蜥蜴骑士巡逻队为什么没有追上他们，几乎无法相信在这一路上竟然没有许多的黑暗精灵埋伏在走廊中或他们的侧面，准备偷袭他们。
     因而，当崔斯特看见那个个熟悉、可恶的黑暗精灵手中抓着宽边帽，站在走廊中间等着祝贺他和他正在逃跑的伙伴时，他一点也不感到惊讶。
     一直保持着战士的热情与警惕的凯蒂布莉儿，立刻取出陶玛里穿心弓“这次你逃不掉了，”她低声咕哝着，想起狡猾的贾拉索是如何在秘银之厅的战斗后成功逃走的。
     恩崔立在凯蒂布莉儿拉弓前抢走了箭，年轻女人看见崔斯特没有取武器也就停了下来。
     “请别这样，亲爱而美丽的女士，” 雇佣兵对她说。“我只是来道个别。”
     他的话粉碎了凯蒂布莉儿的紧张，同时她也无法否认贾拉索一直对她保持了礼貌，即使她无助的成为他的囚犯时也没有虐待她。
     “依我来看，事情似乎有点奇怪，”崔斯特说道，注意使他听起来保持平静。他可以感觉到袋子中的玛瑙雕像，但并不因为它的存在而感到舒服一点，因为他知道如果到了他不得不召唤关海法的时候，他们恐怕都会死在这儿。崔斯特与恩崔立都了解达耶特独立佣兵团的行事方式，也都警惕着它难以琢磨的首领，知道他们正被大量熟练的战士包围着。
     “也许我并不像你想的那样反对你的逃跑，崔斯特·杜垩登，” 贾拉索答复道，毫无疑问这些话其实是对阿提密斯·恩崔立说的。
     恩崔立似乎对此并不吃惊。现在他终于将一切联系起来了，凯蒂布莉儿的头环、可以定位崔斯特的小盒；蜘蛛面具；贾拉索的提及班瑞家族正在举行的仪式；甚至黑豹的雕像，都在贾拉索的桌子上等着他去拿。虽然不知道贾拉索这样安排有什么目的，但他确定这个雇佣兵预先安排了这一切。
     “你背叛了你的人，”刺客说道。
     “我的人？” 贾拉索拒绝道。“确定一下这个范围。” 贾拉索停顿了一会儿，没有等到答案，于是他笑了起来。“我没有与任何一个主母合作，”他纠正道。
“第一主母，” 恩崔立插道。
     “只是暂时的，”雇佣兵沉思着，笑了笑继续说道。“并不是魔索布莱城所有的黑暗精灵都愿意班瑞联盟能够组成的，即使班瑞家族内部也是如此。”
     “崔尔,” 恩崔立说道，更多是对崔斯特而非雇佣兵。
     “只是其中之一，” 贾拉索说道。
     “他们俩在说什么？” 凯蒂布莉儿悄悄对崔斯特说，崔斯特耸耸肩，也不明白整体的计划。
     “我们在讨论秘银之厅的命运，” 贾拉索对她解释道。“我很佩服你的计划，尊贵、美丽的女士”他优雅的鞠了一躬，不知为什么，这使得凯蒂布莉儿感到非常不舒服。
贾拉索看了看崔斯特。“当你可爱同伴的钟乳石之矛插入班瑞圣堂的顶部时，我有幸看了一眼那些身在其中的主母的表情！”
     崔斯特和恩崔立都转了过去，盯着凯蒂布莉儿，但她只是耸耸肩天真的笑了笑。
     “你们并没有杀死很多黑暗精灵，” 贾拉索很快补充道。“仅仅是圣堂中的一小部分，以及在你们逃跑过程中的不到两打。班瑞家族会恢复的，虽然他们会花一点时间去研究如何将你们的礼物从她们不再完美的天花板上移开！但班瑞家族会恢复的。”
     “但联盟，”崔斯特提到，开始明白为什么除了达耶特独立佣兵团没有任何别的黑暗精灵追到隧道里来。
     “是的，那个联盟，” 贾拉索未加任何解释的答道。“事实上，进攻秘银之厅的联盟在崔斯特·杜垩登被抓的那一刻起就已经解体了。
     “但是这些问题，如此之多需要回答的问题。这自然就是我出现在这里的原因了！” 贾拉索继续着。
     三个同伴互相望着，不知道这个雇佣兵到底想暗示什么。
     “你有一件我必须归还的东西，” 贾拉索看着恩崔立解释道。他伸出空着的手。“你该归还它了。”
     “如果我们不呢？”凯蒂布莉儿强硬的问道。
     贾拉索笑了起来。
     刺客立刻取出了那个蜘蛛面具。显然贾拉索需要将它放回术士学院，否则他将被牵连进这次逃脱。
     当贾拉索看见他谜题中的最后一环时，眼中闪过一丝亮光。虽然他怀疑崔尔·班瑞将恩崔立和凯蒂布莉儿去学院偷取它的过程尽收眼底，但他将刺客引向面具以使崔斯特·杜垩登逃脱完全符合了班瑞家大女儿的希望。他相信她不会将他出卖给她的母亲的。
     只要他能够在贡夫·班瑞发现它不见了之前，将它还回术士学院—这不是什么难事。
     恩崔立看了看沉默着的崔斯特，然后将面具掷给了贾拉索。雇佣兵也念念不舍的将一个红宝石饰坠从脖子上解了下来。
     “它对卓尔的贵族不怎么管用。”他冷淡的解释着，出乎意料的将它扔给了崔斯特。
     崔斯特突然伸出手来，太快了，以至那坠饰，Regis的坠饰撞在了游侠的前臂上。崔斯特又尽快的反过手来，在它仅仅下坠了半英寸时就抓住了它。
     “丹卓的护腕，” 当贾拉索注意到游侠的手腕时笑着说 。“我一直很想要它们。毫无疑问你会习惯它们的，崔斯特·杜垩登，真不知到时候你会变的多厉害了！”
     崔斯特什么也没说，但他并不怀疑雇佣兵所说的。
     仍未能从与崔斯特的竞争中解脱出来的恩崔立，以一种危险的眼光看着游侠，觉得很不高兴。
     “因此你击败了班瑞家族的计划，” 贾拉索欠了欠身，堂皇的总结道。“而你，刺客，获得了你的自由。但请看的更远一点，因为黑暗精灵的记忆是长远的，而他们的处事方法是狡诈的。
     突然一缕橙色的烟雾伴随着一声爆炸升起，当烟雾散去时贾拉索已经离去了。
     “同时也很高兴能摆脱你，” 凯蒂布莉儿喃喃道。
     “这也正是我们到地面后分别时我所要说的，” 恩崔立冷酷的承诺道。
     “这仅仅因为凯蒂布莉儿对你许下的诺言，”催斯特以同样低沉的声音回道。他与恩崔立互不相让的盯着对方，毫不掩饰眼中的恨意。使站在他们中间的凯蒂布莉儿感到非常的不舒服。
     当来自魔索布莱城的直接威胁显然被抛在身后时，看来这对夙敌又对上了。

            尾声

他们没有从Dead Orc通道回去。而是在关海法的带领下进入了秘银之厅深处的隧道，从那儿恩崔立已经能够将他们带回与底层矿场相连的隧道。刺客与游侠在他们曾经战斗过的同一片星空下的同一片悬崖边分了手。
恩崔立沿着悬崖走了一段距离，停了下来，回过头来注视着他所憎恨的对手。
“多长的一段回忆啊，”他评价道，谈起贾拉索临别时的话。“我的行事方法真的比那些黑暗精灵还狡诈吗？”
崔斯特没有自寻烦恼地去回答。
“现在我的确开始诅咒我的誓言了，”凯蒂布莉儿悄悄的对崔斯特说。“我现在只想在背后射他一箭！”
崔斯特搂住凯蒂布莉儿的肩膀将她拉回了隧道。他并不反对凯蒂布莉儿这样做，如果射了，这个世界将会变的更好，但他已不再惧怕阿提密斯·恩崔立了。
崔斯特知道恩崔立有许多东西要去思考。刺客并不喜欢他在魔索布莱城看到的东西，但那正是他黑暗灵魂的反映，他将会需要很长的时间才能从情感的考验中恢复，才能再顾的上远方的那个黑暗精灵游侠。
不到一个小时，两伙伴就来到了沃夫加战死的地方。他们手挽着手，静静地站了很久。
当他们准备离开时，二十个全副武装的矮人出现了，用战争机器布置着每一个出口。
“投降或被压烂！”其中一个大喊。随着两个入侵者被认出来，人群又发出一阵惊叫。矮人战士争相围住了两人，欢呼起来。
“带他们见巡逻队长！”有人提议，于是崔斯特和凯蒂布莉儿被带领着沿着弯道飞快的穿过了秘银之厅隧道的入口。没走多远他们就看到了之前提到的队长，两个伙伴惊讶的发现队长竟然是瑞吉斯，瑞吉斯也同样吃惊的看着他们。
“队长？” 凯蒂布莉儿再一次看了她的小朋友一眼吐出了第一个词。瑞吉斯一跃而起，扑入她的怀中，同时伸出一只胳膊钩住崔斯特的脖子。
“你们回来了！”他不停地重复着，天真的脸上挂满了愉快的笑容。
“队长？” 凯蒂布莉儿又充满怀疑的问道。
瑞吉斯耸耸肩解释道：“总得有人做吧。”
“我看他做的很好，”一个矮人说道。房子里其他胡子们也随声附和，羞得半身人带有小酒窝的脸都红了。
瑞吉斯微微的耸了耸肩，用力的吻了凯蒂布莉儿一下，以至在她的脸上留下了一道瘀痕。
布鲁诺像块石头一样坐着，接见厅中其他的矮人在热烈的欢迎了凯蒂布莉儿之后，明智的离开了。
“我把他带回来了，”当年轻女子和她的父亲独处时，开始担心起来，想试着让事情听起来没什么严重的。“并且你肯定会乐于见到魔索布莱城的！”
布鲁诺哆嗦了一下，眼泪涌入他那灰蓝色的眼睛。“该死的蠢蛋，”他大声道，让凯蒂布莉儿不敢再保持随便的姿态。她记事起就了解布鲁诺，但现在却不能确定矮人是想拥抱她还是想掐死她。
“你自己才蠢呢，”她以天生特有的短促声音回复道。
布鲁诺跳了起来，举起了手。他从未打过他的养女，但这一次直到最后才控制住自己。
“你自己才蠢呢！” 凯蒂布莉儿重复了一遍，仿佛故意要激怒布鲁诺。“当许多重要的事情等着你去做时，你却一直坐在这儿，沉浸在那些无法补救的事情中！”
布鲁诺转过身去。
“你认为我对沃夫加的思念比你少？” 凯蒂布莉儿抓住他的肩膀继续说道（虽然她一点也无法将僵直的矮人转过来）。“你认为崔斯特的难过就少一点？”
“他也是个傻瓜！” 布鲁诺咆哮道，扭头直盯着她。在那一瞬间，凯蒂布莉儿看见矮人湿润的眼中又闪现出往日的火花。
“他将会第一个赞同你，” 凯蒂布莉儿答道，笑容展现在她美丽的脸上。“所以我们总是这样。但朋友的职责不就是当我们干傻事时提供帮助吗。”
布鲁诺退让了，给了他所珍视的女儿最需要的拥抱。“而且崔斯特再也找不到比凯蒂布莉儿更好的朋友了，”他承认，老矮人不知该说什么，他的眼泪沾湿了年轻女子的颈子。
在秘银之厅外面，崔斯特·杜垩登坐在一块石头上，毫不在意那预示着冬天即将到来的刺骨寒风，沐浴在他本以为再也见不到的曙光中。

            Chapter 27
SORTING IT OUT

     It creaked and groaned in protest, shock waves and sear
I ing 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 out
rageous 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 actu
ally 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, hold
ing 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 drow’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 Bling
denstone, fearful of involving the svirfnebli in any of this incredible
and dangerous web. He could not understand why lizard riding
drow 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 his 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 refer
ences to the yulnerability 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 mer
cenary had anticipated what might come to pass.
     “You 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
     “You didn’t kill many drow, ” Jarlaxle quickly added. “Only a
handful in the chapel, and no more than two dozen throughout
your entire escape. House Baenre will recover, though it may take a
while to figure out how to extract your handiwork from their no
longer perfectly domed ceiling! House Baenre will recover.”
     “But the alliance, ” Drizzt remarked, beginning to understand
why no drow other than Bregan D’aerthe had come into the tunnels
in pursuit.
     “Yes, the alliance, ” Jarlaxle replied, offering no explanation. “In
truth, the alliance to go after Mithril Hall was dead the minute that
Drizzt Do’Urden was taken captive.
     “But the questions!” Jarlaxle continued. “So many to be answered.
That is why I have come out, of course.”
     The three companions looked to each other, not understanding
what the mercenary might be hinting at.
     “You have something that I must return, ” Jarlaxle explained,
looking directly at Entreri. He held out his empty hand. “You will
turn it over.”
     “And if we don’t?” Catti-brie demanded fiercely
     Jarlaxle laughed.
     The assassin immediately produced the spider mask. Of course
Jarlaxle would need to put it back in Sorcere, else he would be
implicated in the escape.
     Jarlaxle’s eyes gleamed when he saw the item, the one piece left
to put into his completed puzzle. He suspected that Triel Baenre had
watched Entreri and Catti-brie’s every step when they had gone
into Sorcere to pilfer the thing. Jarlaxle’s actions in guiding the
assassin to the mask, though, in precipitating the escape of Drizzt
Do’Urden, were perfectly in line with the eldest Baenre daughter’s
desires. He took faith that she would not betray him to her mother.
     If he could just get that mask back into Sorcere, no difficult
feat, before Gromph Baenre realized that it was missing.
     Entreri looked to Drizzt, who had no answers, then tossed the
mask to Jarlaxle. Almost as an afterthought, the mercenary reached
up and took a ruby pendant off his neck.
     “It is not so effective against drow nobles, ” he explained dryly,
and threw it unexpectedly to Drizzt.
     Drizzt’s hand snapped out, too soon, and the pendant, Regis’s
pendant, slapped against the ranger’s forearm. Quick as could be,
Drizzt snapped his hand back in, catching the thing before it had
fallen half an inch.
     “Dantrag’s bracers, ” Jarlaxle said with a laugh as he noticed the
ranger’s covered wrist. “I had suspected as much of them. Fear not,
for you will get used to them, Drizzt Do’Urden, and then how much
more formidable you will be!”
     Drizzt said nothing, but didn’t doubt the mercenary’s words.
     Entreri, not yet free of his rivalry with Drizzt, eyed the ranger
dangerously, not the least bit pleased.
     “And so you have defeated Matron Baenre’s plans, ” Jarlaxle
went on grandly, sweeping into another bow. “And you, assassin,
have earned your freedom. But look ever over your shoulders, dar
ing friends, for the memories of dark elves are long and the methods
of dark elves are devious.”
     There came an explosion, a blast of orange smoke, and when it
cleared, Jarlaxle was gone.
     “And good riddance to ye, ” Catti-brie muttered.
     “As I will say to you when we part company on the surface, ”
Entreri promised grimly
     “Only because Catti-brie gave you her word, ” Drizzt replied,
his tone equally grave. He and Entreri locked uncompromising
stares, looks of pure hatred, and Catti-brie, standing between them,
felt uncomfortable indeed.
     With the immediate threat of Menzoberranzan apparently
behind them, it seemed as though the old enemies had become ene
mies again.

            The companions did not go back to the cave beyond
Dead Orc Pass. With Guenhwyvar’s guidance, they
came into the tunnels far beneath Mithril Hall, and
Entreri knew the way well enough from there to guide
them back to the tunnels connecting to the lower mines. The assas
sin and the ranger parted company on the same ledge where they
had once battled, under the same starry sky they had seen the night
of their duel.
     Entreri walked off along the ledge, pausing a short distance
away to turn and regard his hated rival.
     “Long, too, is my own memory, ” he remarked, referring to Jar
laxle’s parting words. “And are my methods less devious than those
of the drow?”
     Drizzt did not bother to respond.
     “Suren I’m cursing me own words, ” Catti-brie whispered to
Drizzt. “I’d be liking nothing better than to put an arrow through
that one’s back!”
     Drizzt hooked his arm over the young woman’s shoulder and
led her back into the tunnels. He would not disagree that Catti
brie’s shot, if taken, would have made the world a better place, but
he was not afraid of Artemis Entreri anymore.
     Entreri had a lot on his mind, Drizzt knew. The assassin hadn’t
liked what he had seen in Menzoberranzan, such a clear mirror to
his own dark soul, and he would be long in recovering from his
emotional trials, long in turning his thoughts back to a drow ranger
so very far away
     Less than an hour later, the two friends came upon the site of
Wulfgar’s death. They paused and stood before it for a long while,
silently, arm in arm.
     By the time they turned to leave, a score of armed and armored
dwarves had appeared, blocking every exit with engines of war.
     “Surrender or be squished!” came the cry, followed by howls of
surprise when the two intruders were recognized. In rushed the
dwarven soldiers, surrounding, mobbing the pair.
     “Take them to the watch commander!” came a call, and Drizzt
and Catti-brie were shuffled off at breakneck speed, along the wind
ing ways and through the formal entrance to the tunnels of Mithril
Hall. A short distance from there, they found the aforementioned
commander, and the two friends were as startled to see him in that
position as Regis was to see them.
     “The commander?” was Catti-brie’s first words as she looked
again at her little friend. Regis bounded over and leaped into her
arms, at the same time throwing an arm about Drizzt’s neck.
     “You’re back!” he cried repeatedly, his cherubic features beam
ing brightly
     “Commander?” Catti-brie asked again, no less incredulously
     Regis gave a little shrug. “Somebody had to do it, ” he explained.
     “And he’s been doing it fine by me own eyes, ” said one dwarf.
The other bearded folk in the room promptly agreed, putting a
blush on the halfling’s deceivingly dimpled face.
     Regis gave a little shrug, then kissed Catti-brie so hard that he
bruised her cheek.

     Bruenor sat as if turned to stone, and the other dwarves in his’
audience hall, after giving their hearty welcomes to Catti-brie,
wisely departed.
     “I bringed him back, ” the young woman began matter of factly
when she and her father were alone, trying to sound as if nothing
spectacular had occurred. “And suren yer eyes should feast on the
sights of Menzoberranzan!”
     Bruenor winced; tears welled in his blue gray eye. “Damned
fool girl, ” he uttered loudly, stealing Catti-brie’s cavalier attitude.
She had known Bruenor since her earliest recollections, but she
wasn’t sure if the dwarf was about to hug her or throttle her.
     “Damned fool yerself, ” she responded with characteristic stub
bornness.
     Bruenor leaped forward and lifted his hand. He had never
before hit his adopted daughter, but only managed to stop himself
at the last moment now.
     “Damned fool yerself!” Catti-brie said again, as if daring Brue
nor to strike her. “Sitting here wallowing in something that ye can
not change, when them things that are needing changing go merrily
along their way!”
     Bruenor turned away.
     “Do ye think I’m missing Wulfgar any less than yerself?” Catti
brie went on, grabbing his shoulder (though she could not begin to
turn the solid dwarf). “Do ye think Drizzt’s missing him less?”
     “And he’s a fool, too!” Bruenor roared, spinning about to eye
her squarely. For just a fleeting instant, Catti-brie saw that old spark,
that old fire, burning in the dwarf’s moist eye.
     “And he’d be the first to agree with ye, ” Catti-brie replied, and a
smile widened on her fair face. “And so are we all at times. But it’s a
friend’s duty to help when we’re being fools.”
     Bruenor gave in, offered the hug that his dear daughter
desperately needed. “And Drizzt could never be asking for a better
friend than Catti-brie, ” he admitted, burying his words in the young
woman’s neck, wet with an old dwarf’s tears.

     Outside Mithril Hall, Drizzt Do’Urden sat upon a stone, heed
less of the stinging wind heralding the onslaught of winter, basking
in the dawn he thought he would never see.

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