t not。 Either way； it will change you。〃
Pharaun sighed。 She was probably right。
He really didn't want to go。
Who is responsible？ Quenthel asked。
Oh； Mistress； Mistress； K'Sothra answered。 Of the five vipers in her scourge； K'Sothra was the least intelligent； but Quenthel listened anyway。 Mistress； it was you。 You are responsible。 It's all your fault。
Quenthel closed her eyes。 The skin on her face felt tight； stretched too thin on her skull。 Her head hurt。 She touched the viper just below its head； and K'Sothra writhed playfully under her touch。
Was it really my fault？ the high priestess asked。 Could it be？
She drew her finger away from K'Sothra； found the next viper； and cupped her head in two fingers。
I came back when she sent me back and I served her as best I could； Quenthel sent to all five snakes。 I became the Mistress of Arach…Tinilith； and the worship of Lolth was never stronger。 Isn't that what she sent me back to do？
There was no answer。
What will bee of us all？ she asked Zinda。
The black…and…red…speckled snake twitched； flicked her tongue at Quenthel； and said； That is also your responsibility； Mistress。 What happens as a result of your having driven Lolth away from us will be washed away if only you can bring her back。 If you can attract her good graces again； she will save us all。 If not； we will be destroyed。
Quenthel felt herself physically sag under the weight of that。 Though she tried hard to muster all her training and natural fortitude； she wasn't able to sit up straight。 What weighed most heavily on her was the feeling that the snakes were right。 It was her fault； and she was the only one who could fix it。
When will Lolth answer？ Quenthel asked； moving her fingers to Qorra。
The third viper had the most potent poison。 Quenthel only let her strike when she wanted to kill； when she wanted to show no mercy at all。
Never； Qorra hissed into the high priestess's mind。 Lolth will never answer。 Menzoberranzan； Arach…Tinilith； and your entire civilization are doomed without her； and she's never ing back。
Quenthel's head spun。 She was sitting on the deck of the ship of chaos but still felt as if she were about to fall over。
That isn't necessarily true； said Yngoth。
Quenthel had grown more and more dependent on Yngoth's limitless wisdom。 It was his voice that tended to reassure her； and to Quenthel he sounded most like a drow。
Why was I sent back？ she asked Yngoth。 Is this why？ To find her？
When you were sent back； the viper replied； Lolth didn't need to be found。 Haven't you thought all along that you were sent back to sit at the head of Arach…Tinilith？ To hold that post for House Baenre and preserve Lolth's faith and Lolth's favorite in the power structure of Menzoberranzan ？
I'm not sure now； the Mistress of the Academy admitted。
You were sent back for this； Yngoth said。 Of course you were。 You were sent back to bee Mistress of Arach…Tinilith so that you would be the one they sent to find Lolth when the goddess chose to turn away。 You were meant to be the savior of Menzoberranzan and perhaps even the savior of Lolth herself。
Quenthel sagged a little further at that。
How can you be sure？ she asked。
I'm not sure； replied Yngoth； but it seems reasonable。
Quenthel sighed。
It was Lolth's plan all along that I go back there； Quenthel asked； to find her？ How will I do that？
Get to the Abyss first； replied Hsiv。 The last of her vipers was never shy when it came to offering his mistress advice。 Go there first and you will be guided to Lolth by Lolth。 You will know what to do。
How do you know？ Quenthel asked。
I don't； Hsiv replied； but do you have any choice？
Quenthel shook her head。 She hadn't had any choice in a very long time。
Valas looked around at the ragged drow who made up the expedition to the Abyss。 They didn't look very good。 Aside from Danifae； who had more energy than Valas had ever seen； who seemed transformed by their trip to Sschindylryn； they were tired； ragged； temperamental； and unfocused。
〃May I ask a practical question？〃
Only Danifae looked at him。 Quenthel was in a world of her own； deep in her own obviously troubled thoughts。 The draegloth was pacing； almost pouting if such a thing could be possible from a creature that was half drow； half demon。 The wizard was nowhere to be found。
〃Where has the wizard gone？〃 the scour asked。
Danifae pointed upward； and Valas followed her finger to see Pharaun slowly descending from the darkness above。
〃Never fear； scout；〃 the wizard said as he finally settled on the deck； 〃I wouldn't dream of abandoning this great expedition to rescue our mighty civilization from the brink of annihilation。 We are nearly ready to begin； though there are a few more things I need to do。〃
Valas stopped himself from sighing。 The never…ending string of delays was wearing on them all…especially when they came with little or no explanation。
〃You're keeping us here；〃 the draegloth said； giving voice to what Valas was thinking…and what the others were likely thinking as well。 〃You don't want to go。〃
The Master of Sorcere turned on the draegloth and lifted an eyebrow。
〃Indeed？〃 said Pharaun。 〃Well； in that case perhaps you can attune the third resonant of the Blood Helm to the planar frequency of the Shadow Fringe。〃
There was a silence while the draegloth looked at him with narrowed eyes。
〃No？〃 Pharaun went on。 〃I didn't think so。 That means you're going to have to let me finish what I need to finish。〃
The wizard looked around at the rest of them； and Valas shrugged； casually meeting his eyes。
〃This is not some mushroom…stem raft；〃 Pharaun said to them all； 〃splashing about on Donigarten Lake。 This vessel； if you haven't noticed； is alive。 It is a being of pure chaos。 It has a certain intelligence。 It has the innate ability to shift between the planar walls from one reality to another。 You don't simply paddle something like this。 You have to make it a part of you and in turn make yourself a part of it。〃
He paused for effect then continued； 〃I am willing to do that…for the good of the expedition and for the pure curiosity of it。 It's a unique opportunity to explore some fabulously outre magic。 What you must all remember is that if I don't get it right； we could never make it out of this lake。 Worse yet； we could find ourselves scuttled in the Shadow Deep or lost forever in the endless Abyss。〃
The Master of Sorcere looked around as if he was waiting for an argument。 None came…even from Jeggred； but he went on anyway； 〃This time it will be different…the Abyss； the journey there； everything。 Last time we were projected across the Astral。 We were ghosts there。 This time we'll actually be there。 If we die in the Abyss； we don't snap back into our bodies。 There will be no silver cord。 We will be real there； and if we die 。 。 。〃
Valas wondered why the wizard stopped。 Perhaps Pharaun didn't know what would happen if they died there。 If you die in your own afterlife； is there an after…afterlife？ Thinking about it gave Valas the beginnings of a nagging headache。
〃Have any of you ever been to the Abyss before？〃 Pharaun asked。 〃Really been there； physically？ Even you； Jeggred？〃
The draegloth didn't answer； but his smoldering look was enough。 None of them had been there； none of them knew…
〃I've been there；〃 Quenthel said。 The sudden sound of her voice almost startled Valas。 〃I have been there as a ghost； as a visitor； and as a 。。。
Danifae took a few steps toward Quenthel then sank to her knees on the deck half a dozen paces away from her。
〃What as； Mistress？〃 the battle…captive asked。
〃I was killed；〃 the high priestess said； her voice sounding as if it were ing from a great distance。 Her vipers grew increasingly agitated as she went on。 〃My soul went to Lolth。 I served the goddess herself for a decade； then she sent me back。〃
Valas's flesh ran cold； and he found himself stepping slowly away from the high priestess。
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