Faeryl saved him the effort。 Because they might think we're here to spy on them；〃 she said。
Pharaun had to suppress a mild chuckle。 It was； after all； the exact reason Triel had claimed when she imprisoned the envoy back in Menzoberranzan。 It was a reasonable argument。
〃Not if we insist upon meeting with the matron mothers of the highest Houses…〃 Quenthel began。
〃With all due respect； Mistress；〃 Faeryl interjected； 〃do you think you would react well to a high…ranking noble arriving in Menzoberranzan and insisting upon seeing you？ During this time of crisis？〃
Quenthel scowled and said nothing。 Pharaun was relieved that the high priestess was at least willing to contemplate the idea。
〃Even if they didn't think we were spies； they certainly would consider our visit to be highly unusual and would strive to keep an eye on us；〃 the mage said。 〃We might be given the most luxurious acmodations and want for nothing； but we would also be absolutely unable to find out anything。 Once we determine the state of things here； if it's really your intention to lay claim to the goods stored in the Black Claw Mercantile storehouses and take them back to Menzoberranzan； why draw undue attention to yourself？ Were you planning to ask the matron mothers for them； first？〃
Quenthel scowled at Pharaun as if the very idea of asking permission to take what was rightfully hers was preposterous。 It was exactly the reaction he wanted。
〃Faeryl；〃 the wizard persisted； 〃even though the goods are rightfully the property of House Baenre and House Melarn； do you foresee Matron Mother Melarn…indeed； any of the other Houses…letting them out of the city？〃
Faeryl smirked。
〃Absolutely not；〃 she answered。 〃I'm not certain how happy my own mother will be to hear about your plan。〃 She smiled wanly and added； 〃I agree with the mage。 The less you tell； the better your chances are of succeeding。〃
〃Your arguments may have merit；〃 Quenthel said。 〃So what else do you suggest？ How do we enter unnoticed？〃
〃As traders； Mistress；〃 Faeryl suggested； 〃members of the Black Claw Mercantile pany。 Triel said herself that we were here to check on House Baenre's financial interests； as well as to discover how widespread the problem is； so it's the truth； from a certain point of view。〃
〃We don't look very much like traders；〃 Valas said； trotting a little in front of the rest of them。 〃Perhaps Pharaun should use a spell of illusion to mask our looks。〃
〃No；〃 Faeryl replied。 〃Ched Nasad's guards are equipped to watch for that。 They employ detection spells and devices to notice if you're trying sneak past them invisibly or under the guise of illusion。 It's not necessary； anyway。 You'd be surprised at what kind of bodyguards a wealthy trader would hire to protect her。 I am a member of a trading house。 If I tell the city guards that you're escorting me； and they get a good look at my house insignia； we shouldn't have any trouble； but you must remove your own insignia。 They're likely to be recognized。〃
〃Would you hire the likes of him？〃 Quenthel asked； pointing to Jeggred。
Faeryl frowned and said； 〃He could be a problem。〃
〃Leave that to me；〃 Pharaun said； 〃I have a couple of tricks up my sleeve that should aid us nicely。 I can use them to get the drae…gloth past the patrols and into the city without them noticing him。 As long as he cooperates； anyway。〃
Quenthel looked at Jeggred and asked； 〃Can you stay quiet and not try to tear the throat out of anyone？〃
Jeggred regarded the high priestess askance but nodded。
I am capable of subtlety when it is necessary； Mistress；〃 he rumbled。
Sure you are； Pharaun thought。
〃Very well；〃 Quenthel said after a moment's deliberation； 〃We will enter the city incognito。 Remove your insignia and try to look ？ … … mon。〃
Everyone except Faeryl doffed their House brooches and began to stow as many of their finer accoutrements as possible。
〃Pharaun；〃 Quenthel said； nodding at Jeggred； 〃do what you must。〃 First； I'm going to reduce you slightly in size； so that you aren't so； um 。 。 。 obvious；〃 the wizard said； looking up at the eight…foot…tall creature。 〃You don't mind； do you？〃
Jeggred grunted and glowered at the mage； but at a subtle gesture from Quenthel； he nodded acquiescence。
〃Good；〃 Pharaun continued。 〃Then； I'll cloak you with a spell designed to misdirect those divinations the patrols are likely to be using； and if you will don your piwafwi； pull the hood up； and stay in the back； we should get past them just fine。〃
〃Yes； that should do nicely；〃 Faeryl agreed。
〃All right； then； here we go；〃 Pharaun said； pulling a pinch of powdered iron from one of his many pockets and gesturing。
The draegloth began to shrink until he was no taller than any of the draw。
〃Good；〃 the wizard said； beginning the second spell。
When he was finished； he stepped back and said； 〃Now； draw that piwafwi around you to hide as much of you as possible。〃
〃Yes； and lean on Ryld as though you're injured；〃 Quenthel manded。 〃Keep your head down like you're tired。〃
〃Yes； good idea；〃 Pharaun agreed； genuinely impressed。 〃We're all just road…weary merchants； ready for a hot bath and fortable bed。〃
〃Not a moment too soon；〃 Valas said； his voice low。 〃I see a patrol up ahead。〃
Pharaun peered ahead into the distance and saw a large contingent of drow； some on foot； others riding lizards； moving down the road in their direction。 They were fanned out across the width of the road； so there would be no way to avoid them。
〃Just remain calm； and allow me to speak to them；〃 Faeryl whispered。
The group began walking toward the patrol； with Ryld in the back； pretending to support a limping Jeggred。 Pharaun could only guess at how much the warrior hated the scheme。
No matter； he thought。 We should have little difficulty getting past these sentries。 We're just drow； trying to reach a drow city。 Why would we be any trouble to them？
As the groups drew close to one another； the patrol loosened weapons and slowed down； obviously preparing for trouble。 One； the leader； Pharaun presumed； stepped forward a few more paces and held his hand outstretched before him； palm forward。
〃Hold；〃 he said； gesturing for the group to slow down。 〃State your name and business here。〃
Faeryl moved forward； past Valas； to e to a stop a few paces from the leader。
〃I am Faeryl Zauvirr of House Zauvirr； Executive Negotiator for the Black Claw Mercantile。〃 She removed her insignia and held it out for the patrol leader to get a good look and take it； if he wanted。 〃These are my caravan guards。〃
The sergeant or whatever he was stepped forward and took the insignia； then passed it back to an underling while he scrutinized Faeryl and the others； in turn。
〃Caravan？ What caravan？ No goods have entered or left the city in six tendays； at least。〃
Faeryl nodded and explained； 〃Yes； I know。 We are just recently from Menzoberranzan； but we lost what few goods we had in an attack along the way。〃 She tossed her head back toward Ryld and Jeggred as a way of indicating her wounded panions； but with the suggestion that they weren't really important。 The drow soldier in front of her peered over her shoulder for a brief moment； then nodded and returned his attention to her。 〃We wish to give our report and enjoy some civilization for a few days；〃 she concluded； letting weariness creep into her voice。
Good； Pharaun thought。 Tell them just enough of the truth to sound reasonable； without admitting anything。
〃Attacked by what？〃 the leader asked。
The second…in…mand handed the insignia back to him with a curt nod。 Apparently it had passed muster； for the patrolman handed it back to Faeryl。
What business is it of yours？〃 asked Quenthel sourly。 〃Do you always make it a practice of interrogating caravans this way？〃
Tanarukks；〃 Pharaun said； stepping forward and placing his hand on Quenthel's arm。 〃She hates tanarukks。 She's been in a bad mood ever since。 A good deepstroke will do her wonders。〃
The Master of Sorcere could feel her