Halisstra snorted； truly irritated； and shook her hands in her manacles。
〃If you can imagine the destruction of all your enemies at once；〃 Seyll pressed； 〃you can certainly imagine the faithfulness of a friend or a goddess pleased by your loyalty； not your sacrifice。〃
〃All gods demand sacrifice。 You delude yourself if you think Eilistraee is any different。 Perhaps you're simply too weak…minded to understand your bonds。〃 Halisstra looked away and added； 〃You have succeeded in boring me again。 You may leave now。〃
The priestess walked to the door。 She rapped once on the rusty iron and waited； turning back to face Halisstra。
〃What if I show you that you're wrong？〃 she said softly。 〃Tomorrow night we dance in the forest for Eilistraee's delight。 I will bring you there； and you will see for yourself what our goddess demands of us。〃
〃I will have no part of it；〃 Halisstra snapped； finally irritated enough to forget her resolve to feign a grudging conversion to the surface dwellers' vapid beliefs。
〃Your faith in your Spider Queen is so weak you can't bear to watch us dance？〃 Seyll asked。 〃Listen； watch； and judge for yourself。 That's all I ask。〃
The endless black gale that shrieked up through the vertical streets of ruined Chaulssin weled Nimor's return with a barrage of gusts so powerful that even he was momentarily rocked on his feet。 His white hair whipping around his head like a wild halo； the Anointed Blade paused a moment in his steps to allow the blast to die away。
He could not remain long in the City of Wyrmshadows； not while Menzoberranzan's army marched and the Agrach Dyrr contingent tramped along without him； but he wasn't in such a hurry that he couldn't tarry a moment in the hidden citadel of his secret House。 Nimor Imphraezl was a prince of Chaulssin； after all； and the magnificent ruin； the hell…carved citadel； was his domain。 He had not been born there； of course； nor had he spent his childhood years in the shadow…haunted city。 The place was too perilous for the young； so the Jaezred Chaulssin fostered their princes in a dozen minor Houses in as many cities throughout the Underdark。 From the time he reached adulthood and came into his ancient birthright； though； Nimor had regarded the windswept ruin as his own palace。
The gust passed； at least as much as any blast of wind ever did in the black chasm yawning around the city； and the assassin continued on his way。 Menzoberranzan was little more than an hour distant through the Plane of Shadow； and so it was fairly easy for Nimor to manufacture an excuse to absent himself from the marching column to tend to some 〃personal matters。〃 Even if Andzrel Baenre summoned the House captains to a sudden council of war during Nimor's absence； he took little risk in leaving for a short time。 The army moved quickly； as armies go； but no one would find it overly suspicious for a noble to tarry in the city for a short time before riding out to catch up to the column。
He reached the great； spiraling stair cut through the heart of Chaulssin's stone mountain and ascended quickly； taking the steps two at a time。 In the great hall at the top； he found the patron fathers assembled again； clustered together in twos and threes as they traded news and fomented plots to advance the House during their time of remarkable opportunity。 Grandfather Mauzzkyl turned to level his fearsome glare upon Nimor as the assassin entered。
〃Once again you keep us waiting；〃 he said。
〃I beg your forgiveness； Revered Grandfather；〃 Nimor replied。 He drew up into the circle with the others and made a small bow。 The winds outside the chamber moaned eerily in the distance。 〃I was summoned to a council of war that I did not think it wise to miss。〃
〃One might say the same of this gathering；〃 observed Patron Father Tomphael。
Nimor forced a smile and replied； 〃I have been working for some time to cultivate a particular identity and level of responsibility among Menzoberranzan's defenders； Tomphael。 That sort of effort is not to be lightly thrown aside。 Until the revered grandfather instructs me otherwise； I will keep you waiting when it is necessary to protect our plots against the Spider Queen's favored…〃
〃Enough； Nimor；〃 Mauzzkyl rumbled。 〃How do things proceed in Menzoberranzan？〃
〃Very well； Revered Grandfather。 Crown Prince Horgar Steelshadow of Gracklstugh marches an army of nearly five thousand duergar on Menzoberranzan。 The matron mothers have decided to meet the duergar in the field instead of awaiting a siege； since they fear the belligerence of other Underdark realms。 I have； however； arranged for the crown prince's army to steal a march on the Menzoberranyr； and I also have mand of a contingent of troops who can be turned at the right moment to help assure the oute we desire。 Finally； I have convinced the cambion warlord Kaanyr Vhok to bring his army of tanarukks against Menzoberranzan as well； though I am less certain of the Scoured Legion。 Vhok may or may not show； and if he does； he has little allegiance to our cause。〃
〃You intend to destroy the forces of Menzoberranzan in detail； then；〃 Patron Xorthaul observed。 The black…armored priest stroked his chin。 〃What if the Menzoberranyr prove more resilient than you expect； and defeat the duergar instead？ Or Kaanyr Vhok proves unfaithful？ It might have been better to lure a smaller force into your trap； Anointed Blade。 Your first play is too risky。〃
〃If I had presented the duergar as less of a threat； the matron mothers would have been sorely tempted to ignore them altogether。 As matters stand； one of three results may e of the battle between Gracklstugh and Menzoberranzan。 The duergar might win； it could be in effect a draw； or the drow could prevail。 We're doing what we can to deliver Menzoberranzan's army into the crown prince's hands； but even if he fails to destroy the Lolthites outright； there is an excellent chance the duergar will badly maul the Menzoberranyr…in which case； the duergar may weaken our enemies so badly we can overthrow them ourselves。 At the worst； if Gracklstugh is routed； well。 。 。 other than the failure of our plan； we lose little。〃
〃Remember； Patron Xorthaul； our strategy against Menzoberranzan is a strategy of attrition；〃 Mauzzkyl said。 〃The city is too strong to take in one stroke； so we must bleed it to death with a dozen cuts。〃
〃Menzoberranzan's wizards will certainly divine the existence of such a great army so close to their city；〃 Patron Tomphael； himself a wizard； observed。 〃The matron mothers will recall their force； or reverse your ambush on the duergar instead。〃
〃Our allies in Agrach Dyrr have helped us with this；〃 said Nimor。 〃Gromph Baenre has vanished。 The Masters of Sorcere are quite naturally testing each other's resolve and resources to determine who shall be the next archmage。〃
〃There are many powerful wizards serving the city's Houses； Nimor；〃 Tomphael replied。 〃They will not be distracted by an opportunity at Sorcere。〃
Nimor permitted himself a rueful nod and said； 〃True； but as we well know； House wizards tend to spend a lot of their time spying out the weaknesses of other Houses。 So far； no one seems to have e forward to dispute the version of events I advanced to the Council。〃
〃It would be no more than the better part of wisdom to set your plans with the assumption that your plots will be unmasked at the most inconvenient time possible；〃 Patron Xorthaul said。 〃What will you do if some raw apprentice in some second…rate House happens to scry the approach of the crown prince's army； and the matron mothers recall theirs？ They might stand a siege forever。〃
〃Now you understand；〃 Nimor said patiently； 〃why I went so far as to approach Agrach Dyrr with an open offer of alliance； and decided to risk bringing Kaanyr Vhok into the equation。 We need the Fifth House against that very possibility； to admit Horgar's army…or the Scoured Legion…into the city； if it es to that。〃
Mauzzkyl folded his arms and lowered his fiery gaze。
〃In either case； we shall have them；〃 the revered grandfather said； a smile of dark satisfaction twisting his feat