〃I will not；〃 Jeggred snapped。 〃We're not your prisoners； to be dragged before your master in chains。 Why should we do for you what you lack the strength to make us do？〃
〃You came to us； half…breed；〃 the captain said。
〃Mistress？〃 Danifae whispered。
Without taking her eyes from the captain's face； Quenthel drew out her whip。 Weighing it in one hand； she seemed to struggle with herself； then she tossed it to the corner of the chamber。
〃Yngoth； watch over our arms；〃 she said to one of the hissing vipers。 〃Strike dead any who would tamper with our belongings in our absence。 Jeggred； you will permit yourself to be bound。 Pharaun； you as well。〃
Ryld sighed and set Splitter on the floor； kicking the blade to within striking distance of Quenthel's vipers。 Valas discarded his kukris as well。 With a grimace of distaste； Pharaun stepped up and held out his hands。 A Jaelre drow tied his thumbs together with stout cord； a measure that would make it very difficult for the mage to make the plex gestures and passes needed for many of his spells。 Jeggred's large upper arms； the long ones with the wicked claws； were chained together； but his smaller humanoid arms were left free。
The draegloth rumbled。
〃Be still； nephew；〃 Quenthel said； then she turned to the Jaelre captain。 〃Take us to the priest。〃
The watch captain nodded to her soldiers； who formed up in a tight phalanx around the Menzoberranyr； swords drawn。 They marched the pany out of the guardroom and into the depths of the keep。 The pany was shown into a large hall or gallery appointed as a shrine to Vhaeraun； the Masked Lord。 Ryld studied the temple with some interest。 He'd never set foot in a place dedicated to any deity but Lolth。 At the upper end of the hall； across from the entrance； a great half…mask the size of a tower shield hung from the wall； overlooking the shrine。 The symbol was made of beaten copper； with two black disks to mark the eyes。
Two males waited for them。 The first was young； dressed in black leather armor that showed off a well…muscled chest。 A curved kukri was thrust through his belt； and a small green asp was coiled around his arm。 His left leg was encased in an awkward harness of iron and leather； and he moved stiffly。 The second was unusually short and stocky； with brawny shoulders and a bald pate； dressed in a breastplate of black mithral and masked with a ceremonial veil of black silk。
〃The visitors； my lords；〃 the watch captain said。
The veiled priest studied them。 His expression was virtually unreadable behind the veil。
〃Valas Hune； as I live and breathe；〃 he said at last。 〃Well； this is a surprise。 I haven't seen you in more than fifty years。〃 He hesitated a moment longer； then strode forward boldly and clapped the Bregan D'aerthe scout on the shoulders。 〃It has been too long； old friend。 How are things with you？〃
〃Tzirik；〃 Valas said。 He smiled back； his dour face stretching with unaccustomed enjoyment； and he took the priest's hand in a firm grip。 He glanced around the chamber。 〃I see you have finally achieved the Return you were always talking about。 As far as how things go with me； well； that will take some explaining。〃
Tzirik studied the pany carefully。
〃A Master of Sorcere；〃 the priest said； 〃and another of Melee…Magthere。〃
〃Master Pharaun Mizzrym； an acplished wizard；〃 Valas replied； 〃and Master Ryld Argith； a weapons master of no small skill。〃
〃Gentlemen； if Valas vouches for you； you are wele guests in Minauthkeep；〃 the priest said。 When he looked at the others； his face hardened； geniality fading into sharp appraisal。
〃The draegloth is Jeggred；〃 Valas said； 〃a scion of House Baenre。 The lesser priestess is Danifae Yauntyrr； a highborn lady of Eryndlyn； late a battle captive。 The leader of our pany is…〃
〃High Priestess Quenthel Baenre；〃 Quenthel interrupted； 〃Mistress of Arach…Tinilith； Mistress of the Academy； Mistress of Tier Breche； First Sister of House Baenre of Menzoberranzan。〃
〃Ah；〃 Tzirik said。 〃We rarely have dealings with those of your persuasion； let alone a priestess possessed of so many impressive titles。〃
〃You will find me possessed of more than titles； priest；〃 Quenthel replied。
Tzirik's face went cold。
〃Lolth may rule in your buried cities；〃 he said； 〃but here in the night of the surface world； Vhaeraun is the master。〃 He turned and gestured to the crippled male behind him。 〃In the interest of mon courtesy； may I present my cousin； Jezz of House Jaelre。〃
The younger male limped forward。
〃You are a long way from home； Menzoberranyr；〃 he said in a rasping voice。 〃That； more than anything； spared you。 The spider…kissers we feud with e up from Maerimydra； a few miles south of here； but we have not met folk from Menzoberranzan in quite some time。〃
He laughed softly； finding humor in some private joke。 Tzirik smiled as well； but the smile did not reach his eyes。
〃Jezz refers to the ironic fact that we are Menzoberranyr ourselves； or at least were； once upon a time。 Almost five hundred years ago the wise and beneficent Matron Baenre ordered our House destroyed for the twin perversions of being governed by males and following the Masked Lord。 Many of my kin died screaming in the dungeons of Castle Baenre。 Of those who escaped； many more died in the long； hard years of exile in the lonely places of the Underdark。 You must understand how ironic it is for a Baenre daughter to place herself in our power。 If nothing else es of whatever business you bring before me； Valas； you will have my gratitude for this。〃 He moved closer and folded his powerful arms。 〃So； why do you seek me； Baenre？〃
Quenthel kept her face impassive。
〃We need you to mune with Vhaeraun；〃 she said； 〃and ask your god a few questions on our behalf。 We are willing to pay and pay well for your trouble。〃
Tzirik's eyebrows rose。
〃Really？ And why would Vhaeraun want me to do this for you？〃
〃You will； of course； discover what it is that brings us here； and what your god knows of it。〃
〃I could torture you for a few years and discover as much；〃 the priest said。 〃Or； for that matter； having agreed to ask the Masked Lord your questions； I might not see fit to share the answers。〃
〃True； perhaps；〃 Quenthel said； 〃though I think you might find that we are far from helpless； even with our weapons back in our chambers。 Before we make a trial of that； let us see if we can reach an agreement of sorts。〃
〃She's bluffing；〃 Jezz remarked。 〃Why deal with these venomous creatures？ Spare your friend if you like； but slay the priestesses at once。〃
〃Patience； young Jezz。 There is always time for that later；〃 Tzirik said。 He paced away； then looked back to Quenthel。 〃What is it you wish to learn？〃
Quenthel squared her shoulders and met the priest's gaze evenly。
〃We wish to know what has bee of Lolth；〃 she said。 〃The goddess refuses us our spells； and has done so for many months now。 Since we do not have access to the magic she normally grants us； we have no way to ask her ourselves。〃
〃Your fickle goddess is testing you；〃 Tzirik said with a laugh。 〃She's withholding your spells simply to see how long you remain loyal。〃
〃So we thought at first；〃 Quenthel said； 〃but it has been nearly four months now； and we can only conclude that it is her will that we should seek the answer for ourselves。〃
〃Why ask a priest of Vhaeraun？〃 Jezz asked。 〃Surely the priestesses of a neighboring city could be persuaded to intervene on your behalf。〃
〃They have lost contact with the goddess； too；〃 Danifae answered。 〃I came from Ched Nasad； where we had experienced the same silence as the priestesses of Menzoberranzan。 We have reason to believe that all the drow cities throughout the Underdark are in the same situation。 Lolth is speaking to no one； drow and lesser races alike。〃
〃That would explain the retreat of Maerimydra；〃 Jezz said quietly to Tzirik。 〃If their priestesses are powerless； they might be too busy with their own difficulties to cause any trouble for us。〃
〃The facts would seem to fit；〃 Tzirik replied。 He turned his