Pharaun crept out a little way to watch his handiwork。 Jeggred stood beside him； unafraid of a stray missile； eyeing the cloud with delight。
〃Can any of them survive？〃 the fiend asked。
〃Not if you go dance among them；〃 the Master of Sorcere replied。 〃The fire can't hurt you； right？〃
〃That is correct；〃 the draegloth answered； and he bounded into the smoky fog。
The incendiary cloud had pushed across to the opposite side of the street。 Bodies of duergar were scattered across its surface； charred and smoking。 Several of them were openly burning。 Jeggred emerged from within the roiling smoke； which Pharaun redirected to flow down the street； in the direction opposite they wished to go。 It would continue of its own accord for some minutes before dissipating； ensuring that another horde of the enemy couldn't e up behind them。 The draegloth was dripping with blood but had a very satisfied look on his face。 He had an amputated arm in his hand and was chewing on it as he trotted back to where the three drow were crouched。
Pharaun studiously ignored the fiend's dining habits as Quenthel asked； 〃Are they all dead？〃
〃Either dead or running；〃 the draegloth answered。 〃The street is clear。〃
〃Then we should proceed。 The spider could return at any moment； and we have no time to waste。 Where did you say the others went？〃 the high priestess asked Pharaun。
The wizard pointed toward the alleyway where he had seen Ryld vanish moments before。
〃The weapons master went in there；〃 he said。 〃It's possible that one or both of the others joined him。〃
Before Pharaun could take more than a couple of steps； though； the street heaved and shook。
〃Damnation！〃 he heard Quenthel cry out； and the mage risked a glance back。
The spider had spotted them and was skittering along the street； easily stepping over the roiling cloud of flame Pharaun had sent in that direction。 The arachnid came toward them； and fast； its mandibles flexing eagerly。
Pharaun turned and fled from it。
***
〃I'm telling you； I want that thing killed； now！〃 Ssipriina Zauvirr screamed。 〃If you don't do it； we are all in a midden heap of trouble！〃
She loomed over Khorrl Xornbane as the two stood on the steps of an upscale fashion shop； abandoned in the fighting； situated in the interior of the gray dwarves' position on the plaza。 The shop was well back from the lines of battle； but Khorrl could plainly see the spider in the distance as the matron mother pointed at it。 The massive creature clambered over a building near where Clan Xornbane was locked in a pitched battle with a force of antagonistic drow。
〃And I'm telling you； I'm not sending my boys to fight that thing！〃 Khorrl snarled back； losing patience with this haughty dark elf。 〃You hired me to win you a seat on your blessed council by defeating your adversaries； not to clean up your mistakes。 You and your cronies brought it here； so you and your cronies can figure out how to stop it。 It's not my fault you can't control it！〃
〃My mistakes？ Let's talk about mistakes； Captain。 Let's talk about you and your mercenary rabble taking to the streets prematurely； ruining my well…laid plans for ascension to the Council in one foolish moment。 Mistakes； indeed！ We wouldn't even be in this position if you had followed simple orders。〃
Khorrl wanted to slice the offensive drow in half right then。 If she hadn't brought a retinue of bodyguards with her； he would have； but he was outnumbered； and he knew that even if he got in the killing blow he would be taken down shortly thereafter。 Instead； he squeezed his grip on his axe and sucked in a deep breath； trying to still the trembling rage that coursed through his body。
〃Prematurely？〃 he said through clenched teeth。 〃I received direct orders from your boy Zammzt。 If he didn't have the word from you； go talk to him。 Either way； stop wasting my timer he finished with a roar。 〃I am not sacrificing my lads needlessly to kill your spider。 In fact； we're done； here。
〃Forghel！〃 he called out； looking for his aide。 〃Forghel； sound the retreat。 We're pulling out。〃
Khorrl knew he played a dangerous game； turning his back on the dark elf； but he wanted to bait her； see if she would lose her temper。
〃Liar！〃 Ssipriina screamed once more。 〃Don't you blame your foolish gaffes on my House。 You will not abandon your…Don't you walk away from me！
〃To the Abyss with you。 Kill him？ she screamed。
Smiling to himself； Khorrl gave a shrill whistle； and instantly； a host of his boys banished their invisibility and magically appeared； surrounding him； axes and crossbows ready。 The captain turned back to face the advancing retinue of drow； looking specifically for Ssipriina。
The dark elf's bodyguards had begun to chase him down； but when the additional duergar materialized； the drow soldiers faltered a moment。 That was all the Clan Xornbane troops needed。 Charging forward； Khorrl's boys took the fight to the drow。
Of course； Ssipriina Zauvirr was not foolish enough to remain too close to the fighting； but she gave the captain one last baleful glare as she turned and retreated back down the steps in the opposite direction。
Grabbing up a crossbow from one of his gray dwarves who was standing close to him； Khorrl sighted down the weapon； taking aim at the withdrawing matron mother。 He fired； but the bolt clacked loudly off a stone column at the corner of the building as Ssipriina rounded it and disappeared。 She would be back； though； the captain knew； and she would bring more of her damnable soldiers with her。
''Sir； look；〃 Forghel said； running up beside Khorrl。
The captain turned and looked back the way his aide was pointing； and his heart sank。 The immense spider was positioned in the middle of the street； rearing up on its back legs； while its front appendages fluttered oddly in the air。 A bluish line appeared in the air； as tall as the spider itself； and widened into an odd…shaped field of blue light。 A second spider stepped through the magical opening； equally as large as the first。 It had somehow summoned a mate。
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Ryld was growing tired。 He didn't know how much longer he could defend himself and Halisstra from the crowd of gray dwarves that slowly； inexorably； pressed in at them from all sides。 He knew he was running out of room to retreat。 Soon； he would find his back against a wall； and there would be no more running。
Fire began to spill from above。 The clay pots exploded all around him； and he knew it was only a matter of time before one of them found him。
Well； this is a fine way to go； the weapons master thought； ducking beneath a badly overswung hammer strike and cutting the duergar across his midsection。 Backed into a corner in an alley； trapped like a rat in a cage； and burned to death。 Well； you wanted to get out of Menzoberranzan and find a little excitement； fool。 I guess this will have to do。
Surprisingly； the gray dwarves backed away from him； maintaining their guard as they retreated； and Ryld let them go。 He was breathing heavily； his lungs feeling scorched from the acrid smoke that was all around him。 A dozen or more insignificant gashes covered his arms and torso； burning like the stings of a viper。
If they don't want to fight； I'm not going to argue with them； he thought gratefully。
He kept his sword level as a threat but risked a quick glance up to the rooftops。
Sure enough； just as Halisstra had claimed； more of the foul dwarves had stretched netting across the way； preventing the two of them from escaping by that route。 Ryld was certain he could pick them off with his crossbow but not if he had to dodge ground troops and firepots at the same time。 He saw the duergar overhead hurl several more of the horrid things down； but instead of aiming at him； they threw wide； so that the bursts of flame erupted between Ryld and his foes on the ground。
They're trying to seal us in； the weapons master realized。 Trap us and kill us without risk to themselves。
He was judging the width of the flames； trying to determine if he could leap ac