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h； she would have to endorse the fiction that Triel was in no way responsible for any of her misfortunes。 For after all； the sovereign of Menzoberranzan was a pernotfect being； whom the Spider Queen herself had exalted above all others。 How； then； could she possibly make a mistake？ It rankled a little； but Faeryl was more than willing to embrace the lie to avoid a return to the dungeon。
〃Thank you； Matron；〃 she said。 〃Thank you with all my heart。〃 Triel waved her hand； and a servant brought wine。 〃Do you still want to go home？〃 the Baenre asked。
Pharaun had been summoned to a good many audiences in the course of his checkered career； and it had been his experience that no matter how urgent the occasion； one generally wound up parked in an antechamber for a while。 Matron Baenre's waiting area was considerably more lavish than most； and in ordinary circumstances； he would have amused himself by passing esthetic judgment on the decor。 Instead he had to address annotother matter； for when he arrived； Ryld was sitting on a chair in the corner； half hidden behind a marble statue。
The carving depicted a beautiful female doing something unpleasant to a deep gnome； for the greater glory of the Dread Queen of Spiders； one assumed。
The Mizzrym hadn't spoken to his friend since the slaughter of the renenotgades。 He supposed the time had e。 But first he paid his respects to Quenthel； who； much to her annoyance； was being kept waiting as well。 The mage then bowed to a stern…faced drow male； looking ill at ease and out of place in rough outdoorsman's clothes and ugly trinkets。 Pharaun didn't know him。
〃Valas Hune；〃 the warrior said； 〃of Bregan D'aerthe。〃
Pharaun introduced himself； then strolled toward the Master of Melee…Magthere。
〃Ryld！〃 the wizard said。 〃Good afternoon！ Have you any idea why the Council summoned us？〃
The burly swordsman rose and said； 〃No。〃
〃To shower us with honors； one assumes。 How are you？〃
〃Alive。〃
〃I rejoice to hear it。 I was concerned because I could tell that warrior's trance strained even your constitution。〃
For a moment； the two masters regarded one another in silence。
〃My friend；〃 Pharaun said； having lowered his voice。 〃I truly regret what happened。〃
〃What you did was tactically sound；〃 said Ryld。 〃It was what any sennotsible drow would have done。 1 hold no grudge。〃
The wizard looked into weapons master's eyes and realized that for the first time； he couldn't read him。
Perhaps Ryld meant what he was saying； but it was just as likely he was lying； lulling his betrayer's suspicions to facilitate some eventual revenge。 Thus； while Pharaun might continue to observe the forms of their long friendship； he could never trust his fellow master again。
For a moment he felt a pang of loss； but he quashed the sensation。 Friendship and trust were for lesser races。 They weakened a dark elf； and he was better off without them。
Pharaun gave Ryld an affectionate clap on the shoulder； just as he had a thousand times before。
When the tall doors opened； all eight Matrons of the Council sat ennotthroned and illuminated on an eight…tiered pyramid of a dais； with Triel of course set higher than the others； and a span of radiant marble webbing arching overhead。 Quenthel stalked in proudly； ahead of Pharaun and the other males； and why not？ She was Mistress of Arach…Tinilith and a Baenre。
Truth to tell； a miniscule part of her； a part she loathed and repudiated； hadn't wanted to e in； because her unknown enemy was very likely in the room
The matriarchs weren't the only folk in the vicinity of the platform。 A symbol of the goddess's favor and a source of pra