n； a polished mace hanging from her belt and a hand crossbow strapped to the back of each wrist。 Five black spiders； embroidered into the shoulder of her silver tunic； proclaimed her rank。
〃How did he get inside； Captain 。 。 。 ？〃 Triel let the sentence trail off； an obvious invitation for a name。
〃Captain Maignith；〃 the woman answered； meeting Triel's eyes for precisely the amount of time that was appropriate。 〃He didn't get in through any of the lower doors。 I questioned the guards…thoroughly。 All were at their posts； and the wards are still in place。 He didn't slip past us。 He must have gotten in from above。〃
That said； Captain Maignith glanced at a second officer…a lieutenant of the lizard riders…who stood several paces farther back； as befitted a male。 He wore tight…fitting； padded leather breeches and a piwafwi trimmed in silver。 He held his plumed silver helmet in the crook of one arm and seemed to be having trouble looking Triel in the eye。
〃Matron Mother； I 。。。 My riders saw nothing on the outer wall；〃 he stammered。
Triel noted the shift of words with amusement。 A magic earring told her the lieutenant was speaking the truth…as he believed it to be。 She could hear none of the echoing quaver that acpanied a lie。
She toyed with the handle of the whip of fangs that hung from her belt； twin to the one carried by her sister Quenthel。 The vipers hissed softly in anticipation； sensing her desire。 The lieutenant deserved punishment…and would receive it； in due time。
Her hand fell away from the whip。
〃Go and fetch your lizard；〃 she said。
The lieutenant hesitated a moment too long； a mix of relief and puzzlement on his face。 Then； suddenly remembering his place； he bowed deeply and backed from the room。
The captive smirked； obviously pleased with the concern his intrusion had caused。
Not liking the look in his eye； Triel drew a wand of braided iron that hung beside her whip。 The tip of the wand was set with a tiny white feather； which she pointed at the captive as she spoke a mand word； No visible force came from the wand； but the effect was instantaneous。 The captive screamed…a sound of acute terror that filled the audience chamber…and drew his legs up to his chest。 Had his hands been free； he would no doubt have wrapped them around his legs。 He rocked back and forth； whimpering。 When Maignith nudged him with the toe of her boot he screamed anew and rolled away； leaving a stain of pungent urine among the blood spatters on the floor。
Triel sighed； hoping she wasn't wasting her time。 There were so many other matters in need of her attention。 On the outskirts of Menzoberranzan； an army of duergar； tanarukks and other； lesser races were preparing to assault the city proper。 Triel should have been in her war room； municating with the officers who would hold the invaders at bay； but there had been an assassination attempt on her…not nearly the first； of course…and she needed to know who was behind it。
Had one of her sisters decided that she could do a better job as matron mother？ Did Triel need to strengthen her defenses from within？ Or had the assassin been sent by one of the other noble Houses？ House Barrison Del'Armgo； perhaps？ That seemed unlikely； since the second…ranking House was just as badly off as House Baenre just then。 After the disastrous battle at the Pillars of Woe； Mez'Barris Armgo had e straggling back with what remained of her forces…and the sorry tale of how her troops had been driven up a side tunnel and lost one…quarter of their forces and all of their wagon trains。
As she waited for the lieutenant to return with his lizard； Triel walked to the thronelike chair that had once been her mother's。 Shaped like an enormous spider and forged from solid adamantine； it balanced on eight curved legs。 The chair had been imbued with powerful spells； not the least of which was a magical symbol that would instantly turn any attack directed at the matron mother back upon whomever had been foolish enough to initiate it。 The chair was a symbol of Lolth； but even though the goddess had fallen disturbingly silent； its magic still functioned； since it was powered by wizardry。
As Triel settled cross…legged onto the chair…her two personal guards shifting to stay on either side of her…she thought of Gromph； and wondered； once again； where the city's archmage had disappeared to。
The door to the audience chamber opened； and the musty smell of lizard wafted into the audience room。 The lieutenant walked in； leading his mount by the reins。 The lizard squeezed in through the door； the sticky pads on its feet making faint sucking noises as they were lifted from the stone floor。 With a body twice as long as a drow…three times as long； if the lashing tail was counted…it was a formidable sight。 Its leathery skin glowed with a sparkling blue luminescence that faintly illuminated the otherwise dark room。
As it scuttled past the captive； tongue flickering in and out； it twitched its head to the side； inhaling the man's scent。 The assassin； still feeling the effects of Triel's wand； whimpered and cringed away from it。
Triel drummed her fingers on the cold metal of the throne。
〃So；〃 she said； making her observations aloud。 〃The assassin couldn't have climbed the outside of the stalagmite。 If he had； the lizards would have picked up his spoor。〃
The lieutenant closed his eyes in relief。
〃Which begs the question；〃 Triel continued。 〃How did he get in？〃
Beside the lieutenant； the lizard's tongue continued to flicker in and out； licking at the blood smeared across the floor。 Its round； black eyes stared； unblinking； at the captive。
Triel smiled。
〃Your mount appears hungry； Lieutenant；〃 she observed。 〃Why don't you slip the muzzle and let it feed…on a non…essential part； of course。〃
Grinning； the lieutenant did as he was ordered。
The lizard twitched its tail in anticipation； its luminescent skin darkening momentarily to a。 deeper blue； but it waited tor its master's hand signal before it sprang forward。 Teeth cracked through bone with a loud crunch； severing the assassin's bound legs at the ankles。 The assassin screamed once as his feet disappeared down the lizard's throat； then he fainted。
Grabbing the lizard's reins； the lieutenant pulled it back。
Triel looked dispassionately at the blood that was pumping onto the floor。
〃Staunch those wounds；〃 she ordered。
Obediently； Maignith stepped forward and tapped each of the assassin's severed ankles with the head of her mace。 The magic possessed by the weapon caused the head to flare brightly； cauterizing the wounds。 When they stopped sizzling； Maignith grabbed what remained of the assassins hair and bent his head back。 She slapped him awake。
The assassin's one functional eyelid fluttered； then opened。 His burned face； once a throbbing red； had gone gray。
〃Do you want to live？〃 Triel asked。
The assassin seemed to have recovered； at last； from the effects of the wand。
〃You're going to kill me； no matter what；〃 he croaked。
〃Not necessarily；〃 Triel answered； 〃You obviously have some talent； to get as close to my quarters as you did。 Perhaps I'll recruit you for my House。〃
〃With no feet？〃
〃We have regenerative magic；〃 Triel answered。
〃Not any more；〃 the assassin said； wincing as he tried to smile。 〃Lolth is dead。〃
Triel shot to her feet； yanking out her whip； and shrieked； 〃Blasphemer！〃
For a heartbeat or two； the vipers in the whip lashed； hissing their fury。 How dare this male speak to her like that？ She； who had been first in Lolth's favor and who was Matron Mother of House Baenre。 A distant corner of her mind recognized that fear was driving her fury。 The lack of a report from Quenthel was filling her with worry； increasing as each cycle passed。 But if Lolth awoke from her silence and learned that Triel had not punished the male for his insolence。 。 。 。
Then Triel realized she was being goaded。 The assassin was trying to draw her closer to him。 She couldn't see what attack he could possibly mount； wounded and bound with magical rope as he w