o side； while dark gore spurted and streamed from the awful wound。
The beholder gave one great shudder； its jaws snapped shut； and its waving eyestalks…those that remained…went limp。 It sank slowly toward the floor。
Ryld glanced up and saw another devil closing on him； apparently having discerned his true form through the illusion； and he snatched out his short sword to gut the fiend as it threw itself on him。 The devil knocked him to the floor； its foul blood pouring out all over him。 Ryld gagged in revulsion and shouldered the jerking corpse aside； wrenching his sword out of the creature's midsection with his right hand while he dragged Splitter clear of the beholder mage's eye with the left。 He shook his head to clear his eyes of the blood of his foes。
By the chamber's entrance； Jeggred sprawled to the ground beneath another terrible spell from the pit fiend； a roaring column of fire that blackened the draegloth's fur and might have incinerated him outright if not for the half…demon's native resistance to fire。
Jeggred screeched and rolled across the floor； trying to smother the burning embers； but as the pit fiend followed to strike at him again； Danifae appeared in front of it and dealt the monster a mighty blow that cracked its kneecap。 The devil staggered and flared its wings for balance…and Valas buried three arrows in its back； sinking each shaft feather…deep between the fiend's shoulder blades。
Ryld started forward cautiously； preparing to engage the devil lord in his own turn； but Pharaun； blistered and smoking； rose from the spot where the devil's fireball had blasted him； and lashed out with a brilliant spray of iridescent colors that caught the pit fiend as it turned to confront the archer。 A green ray carved a deep； black； boiling wound in the center of the pit fiend's torso； while a virulent yellow ray exploded with crackling arcs of electricity as it grazed the devil's hip。 The monster staggered back two steps； and toppled； a smoking corpse。 The chamber fell silent as the echoes of its thunderous fall died away。
Pharaun picked himself up gingerly； cradling one arm close to his body。 One hand and part of his face were mottled and pink； abraded horribly by the fleeting touch of the beholder's disintegration ray； while his robes smoked with the fading effects of the dark fireball the pit fiend had conjured。 The other dark elves slowly relaxed their guard； glancing around in some surprise to find no more foes on the field； and no life…threatening injuries among their number。 Quenthel fumbled at her belt and produced Halisstra's healing wand； which she began to use to repair her own injuries； murmuring quiet prayers as she wielded the device。
〃That；〃 said Pharaun； 〃was not easy。 We should have demanded something more from the Jaelre for our services。〃
〃You came to us； spider…kisser；〃 Jezz said。
He limped up to study the beholder's corpse where it sprawled on the steps of the ancient dais。 Valas and Danifae followed； both keeping an eye on the stairwell behind them。
〃Spread out and search for the book；〃 said the Jaelre。 〃We must locate the Geildirion and withdraw before all the devils in Myth Drannor descend upon us。〃
Jezz followed his own advice at once； ransacking a set of dusty workbenches and cluttered scroll racks along the far side of the beholder's room。
Ryld sat down on a step and started to scrape the blood from Splitter's blade。 He was exhausted。 Jeggred； on the other hand； threw himself into the search； hurling heavy pieces of disused furniture aside and pulling down bookshelves。 It occurred to Ryld that the draegloth was unlikely to find that the beholder had stashed a valuable book underneath the wreckage of a dusty old couch； but it seemed to keep the half…demon occupied。 Ryld settled for staying out of the draegloth's way。
〃Hold still； all of you！〃 Pharaun said sharply。
The wizard spoke a spell and menced to turn slowly in a circle； studying the whole room intently。 The rest of the pany； including Jezz； halted their hurried ransacking and watched him impatiently。 Pharaun continued past Jeggred； past Valas； and halted as he faced a blank wall。 He smiled in a predatory fashion； evidently pleased with himself。
〃I have defeated the defenses of our deceased adversary；〃 he said。 〃That wall is an illusion covering an antechamber。〃
He gestured again； and part of the wall not far from Ryld abruptly vanished； revealing a large alcove or niche filled with ramshackle bookshelves cluttered with various old tomes and scrolls。 Jezz hopped awkwardly to the bookshelf and started rifling through the titles； shoving each into a satchel at his hip。
〃Ryld； Jeggred； keep watch；〃 said Quenthel。 She stood straighter； and the dazed look in her eyes was gone； but she frowned as she replaced the healing wand in her pack。 〃Valas； tidy up the beholder's gold and jewels。 There's no point in leaving the loot here； and one never knows when it might be helpful。〃 She looked over at the Jaelre sorcerer； who stood holding a great tome covered in green scales。 〃Well； Master Jezz； is that the book you wished to recover？〃
Jezz blew dust from the cover and ran his slim fingers over the rough leather。 He smiled； his handsome face twisting with glee。
〃The Geildirion；〃 he breathed。 〃Yes； this is the tome。 I have what we came for。〃
〃Good；〃 said Quenthel。 〃Let's get out of here while we can。 I think I've had all I can stand of this place。〃
Halisstra sat in a window bench； alone in the apartment set aside for her； and plucked idly at the strings of her dragonbone lyre。 She'd been confined to the room for two days； and she found herself growing more than a little weary of incarceration。
Whatever I manage to find in this whole venture； she promised herself； I will not be locked up again。
She had expected torture； magical pulsion； or worse during her interrogation； but Tzirik seemed to have taken her at her word。 More than a few drow would have indulged themselves in the opportunity to torture a prisoner regardless of whether she was being truthful or not； leading Halisstra to wonder if Tzirik was waiting for word of Quenthel and the others before doing something that might anger them。 Halisstra didn't think the Mistress of Arach…Tinilith and her rades had managed to cow the entire House； but it was entirely possible that their petence had persuaded Tzirik not to look for trouble without good cause。
She looked out the narrow； barred window。 Dawn was fast approaching。 The sky was already growing painfully bright in the east； though the sun had not yet risen。 Halisstra could make out the endless green forest of Cormanthor； rolling away from her for mile after mile。
A knock at the door startled her； followed by the jingling of keys in the lock。 She looked around and stood as Tzirik entered the room； dressed in a resplendent high…collared coat of red and black。
〃Mistress Melarn；〃 he said； offering an indulgent bow； 〃your rades have returned。 If you'll e with me； we shall see whether they had some good reason for abandoning you in the wilds of the World Above。〃
Halisstra set down her lyre and asked； 〃Were they successful？〃
〃In fact； they were； which is why I intend to set you at your liberty now。 Had they failed； I'd planned to use you as a hostage to pel them to try again。〃
She snorted in amusement； and the priest escorted her from the room。 He led her through the elegant pale halls and corridors of Minauthkeep。 A pair of Jaelre warriors trailed them； dressed in cuirasses dyed a mottled green and brown； short swords at their hips。 They came to a small chapel； decorated in the colors of Vhaeraun； and there they found Quenthel； Danifae； and the rest of the pany waiting。
〃I see you have survived the rigors of Myth Drannor and returned to tell the tale；〃 Tzirik said by way of a greeting。 〃As you see； it seems I have found something of yours； just as you have found something of mine。〃
Halisstra studied the faces of her former panions as she appeared。 Most showed some degree or another of surprise…a raised eyebrow； an exchange of glances。 Ryld of