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gic； then push。
Sluuguth did as instructed。 Previously invisible runes sparkled as light burst inside the diamond dust that had been used to inscribe them。 When the light vanished； Sluuguth pushed open the door； revealing Gromph's office。
The chamber was a mess…the aftermath of Gromph's battle with the lichdrow Dyrr。 The enormous desk at the center of the room was gouged in several places by the whirling blades the lichdrow had conjured； and the marble flagstone floor was cracked where Dyrr's staff had struck it。 One of the bookshelves was a smashed ruin； and the scrolls that had tumbled from it had been trampled。 As a sign of his disdain for the archmage's wizardry； the lichdrow had left them where they were after trapping Gromph in the sphere。
The perpetually burning red candles； set into wall sconces made from skeletal fists； still provided illumination； and a plushly upholstered chair behind the desk had survived relatively unscathed。 A harder wooden chair on the other side； where a visitor would sit； lay on one side； its legs splintered。 Beyond it was a door of black marble； incised with glowing silver runes。
As for the spiderstone golem that had fought in an effort to defend Gromph； the only thing left of it was a severed stone arm； lying forlornly in a corner。
Still hovering in the shaft； Sluuguth pointed and thrust the tip of one finger into the room。 Immediately； one of the office walls erupted in a triangle of flame as an invisible sigil released a fire elemental。 Sluuguth's magic； however； was swifter。 A bolt of energy leaped from his fingertip and struck the elemental； freezing it。 The fire elemental hung； trapped from the waist down in the wall； its arms extended over its head。 Only its eyes moved。 White…hot flames blazed at Sluuguth as the illithid at last stepped into the room。
You didn't warn me about that； the illithid said； tentacles waving as it nodded at the frozen elemental。
No need； obviously； Gromph answered。 Now let's get down to business。 Free me。 Place the sphere on the chair behind the desk。
Tentacles twitching as its face grimaced into what might have been a smile； Sluuguth laid the sphere on the chair cushion。 Then； without further ado； it began to cast a spell。 Its three…fingered hands began a series of gestures…Gromph thought he recognized a portion of the imprisonment…negating spell； but the somatic ponent seemed more plicated than it need have been…and sound crashed in on Gromph from all sides as the sphere broke apart。
For an instant he was twisting between dimensions； his body bursting free of the magic that had confined it； his ears ringing as if he were a clapper inside a bell…
…and he was sitting in his chair。 Eyes gleaming in triumph； he started to lift a finger in the minute gesture required to activate a second invisible sigil on the wall。 Interlocked ellipses would suck Sluuguth into a two…dimensional prison。
Stop。
Gromph's finger wouldn't move。 Nor could he even imagine moving it any longer。 Something had a vicelike grip on his mind and was crushing his will。 Gromph could sense Sluuguth's foul…feeling； tentacled presence。
Heart suddenly beating faster； the archmage realized what must have happened。 In casting the spell that gave Gromph his freedom； the illithid had woven in a second spell； one that had slowed Gromph's body。 It had given Sluuguth just enough time to cast the mind…dominating spell that held Gromph in thrall。
Gromph sat motionless in his chair； awaiting the illithid's next mand。 Had he been able to； he would have groaned in frustration。 He had been careful not to think about the sigils on the walls。 The first one was meant to give Sluuguth a false sense of security after the illithid so summarily defeated the fire elemental…as Gromph knew it would。 The second was meant to trap the mind flayer after Gromph was free。 But the archmage's careful plan lay in ruins； as broken as the remains of the sphere that littered the floor at his feet。
Sluuguth moved to a position behind Gromph and loomed over his shoulder。
Open the drawer。
Gromph bent； inserted his fingers in the skull's eye sockets； and pulled。 The drawer slid open； revealing the two thought bottles。
Take them out of the drawer； Sluuguth ordered。
Gromph did as he was told； placing both bottles on the desk in front of him。 He braced himself。 Surely the illithid would either end his life or at the very least imprison him； the desk's protective magic having been thwarted。
Instead Sluuguth gave him a further mand： Choose one。
Gromph's fingers closed around the bottle closest to him。 An instant later； at Sluuguth's mand； they sprang open again； and he picked up the second bottle instead。
Consume it； Sluuguth ordered。
With those words； Gromph knew the second part of his plan…which he had obviously been unsuccessful in not thinking about…had also failed。
Decades past； Gromph had created the thought bottles as a contingency； in case he ever became the captive of a creature who could read his mind。 He'd been telling the truth when he said he had no idea what was in the bottles； but he'd left one tiny sliver of information within his own mind： the memory that if such a situation arose； he should offer them to his captor。 But the sava board had been turned。 Whatever was in the bottle his traitorous hands were even then uncorking was about to be unleashed on Gromph himself。
A part of Gromph's mind screamed in protest； but the tiny； trapped voice went unheard。 Slowly； inexorably； the Archmage of Menzoberranzan raised the bottle to his lips； and drank。
Chapter Fifteen
Valas sculled just outside the turbulent swirl of water at the base of the waterfall； wondering how he was going to contact the others。 Fully transformed； he was no longer capable of breathing air。 His hands and feet had turned into webbed paws； and his tailbone had elongated into a fluked tail。 After the last of his hair had fallen out； a grayish…green membrane had grown over his skin； which secreted a slimy coating that kept out the water's chill。 Valas was trapped underwater； unable to climb back up to the tunnel where his panions waited。
At least he still had all of his equipment。 He touched the thick leather belt around his waist； with its steel buckle shaped in the form of a rothe's head。 Perhaps； with the aid of the magical strength it lent him； together with the increased nimbleness afforded by his enchanted chain mail； he could climb inside the waterfall； against its pounding force。 But when he swam to the surface to take a look； he remembered that the waterfall arced out of the cavern above。 For most of the climb； the falling water was a good three or four paces distant from the cliff…too far for him to duck his head into it while still holding on to the rock face。
Disappointed； he allowed himself to sink back under the surface of the lake。 There was no way out。
Then he remembered his enchanted backpack。
Shrugging it off his shoulders； he moved it to his chest； putting the shoulder straps on backward and cinching them tight。 He opened its main flap。