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thout ties to House Mizzrym； but she thought better of it。 Many of the newers carried swords； and she could press the dolts into marnottial service if needed。
Occasionally someone collapsed； coughing feebly； poisoned by the stinging smoke。 The rest stepped over her and pressed on。
Someone gave a thin； high cry； as if at an unexpected pain。 Greyanna spun around。 The goblins weren't attacking。 Her client the canoe maker had simply seized his opportunity to knife another male in the back。
〃A petitor；〃 the craftsman explained。
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The labyrinthine fortress known as the Great Mound contained a number of magically sealed areas。 Unbelievably； the rebellious slave troops penetrated everywhere else。 The Baenre fought the goblinoids in the stanotlagmite towers； across the aerial bridges that connected them； and through the tunnels beneath them； even along the balconies and skywalks of the stalactite bastions； reclaiming their domain a bloody inch at a time。
The thralls made their final stand in the courtyard； a spacious area surnotrounded by a web like iron fence。 The barrier was a potent magical defense； and； as the Baenre had just discovered； of no use whatsoever if one's foe was already inside the pound。
Triel floated down from the battlements above to take a hand in the last of the fighting。 Jeggred； who'd stood beside her since the battle notmenced； drifted down as well。 Both mother and demi demon son wore a copious spattering of blood； none of it their own。
In truth； Triel could have left the task of clearing the yard to her warnotriors； but she was enjoying herself。 Partly； it was simple drow bloodlust； but she'd also found a directness； a simplicity； in slaughtering goblins that was sadly lacking in the plex task of ruling the city。 For the first time since ascending to her mother's throne； she felt she knew what she was doing。
Half a dozen minotaurs； formidable brutes she had often employed as her own personal guards； chanted； 〃Freedom！ Freedom！〃 as they swung their axes or crouched to gore an enemy with their horns。 Triel read the last line of runes from a scroll that； when the rebellion menced； had contained seven spells。
Dazzling flame blazed up from the ground beneath the minotaurs' hooves。 Four of the huge beasts fell down screaming and thrashing。 The other two leaped clear of the conflagration。 They didn't escape harm entirely。 The fire burned away patches of their shaggy fur and seared the flesh benotneath； but the injuries didn't slow them down。 They bellowed and charged。
A minotaur towered over a drow of normal stature； and made Triel look like a tiny sprite。 Still； she smiled as she stepped forward to meet the foe。 One of the slaves focused on her and the other； on Jeggred。
The matron mother knew a minotaur liked to overwhelm an opponent with the momentum of its initial rush。 She waited until the creature was nearly on top of her； then sidestepped。 He was lumbering too fast to stop or pensate； and she smashed his knee with her mace as he plunged by。
The slave fell on his face； and she robbed him of the use of his limbs with a bone…breaking strike to the spine。 Meanwhile； Jeggred simultanenotously chewed on his own opponent's neck and ripped at the brute's torso； hooking the guts out。
After that； Triel and the draegloth killed several gnolls before running out of foes。 Panting； the Baenre strode to the foot of a wall and floated upward again； high enough to peer beyond the eminence of Qu'ellarz'orl to the burning city beyond。 Jeggred followed。
Earlier； when she'd first discerned that slaves throughout Menzoberranzan were rebelling； she'd used a ce