war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第3部分

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He　moved　to　one　of　the　plex　pentacles　inlaid　in　gold　on　the　marble　floor　and　traced　the　tip　of　the　black　staff　along　its　curves　and　angles；　sealnoting　it。　That　done；　he　swept　the　athame　in　ritual　passes　and　chanted　a　rhyme　that　returned　to　its　own　beginning　like　a　serpent　swallowing　its　tail。　The　cloying　sweetness　of　black　lotus　hung　in　the　air；　and　he　could　feel　the　narcotic　vapors　lifting　his　consciousness　into　a　state　of　almost　painful　connotcentration　and　lucidity。
He　lost　all　track　of　time；　had　no　idea　whether　he'd　been　reciting　for　ten　minutes　or　an　hour；　but　the　moment　finally　came　when　he'd　recited　long　enough。　The　nether　spirit　Beradax　appeared　in　the　center　of　the　pentacle；　seeming　to　jerk　up　out　of　the　floor　like　a　fish　at　the　end　of　an　angler's　line。
His　centuries　of　wizardry　had　rendered　Gromph　about　as　indifferent　to　ugliness　and　grotesquerie　as　a　member　of　his　callous　race　could　get；　yet　even　he　found　Beradax　an　unpleasant　spectacle。　The　creature　wore　the　apnotproximate　shape　of　a　dark　elf　female　or　perhaps　a　human　woman；　but　her　body　was　made　of　soft；　wet；　glistening　eyeballs　adhering　together。　About　half　of　them　had　the　crimson　irises　characteristic　of　the　drow；　while　the　rest　were　blue；　brown；　green；　gray…a　miscellany　of　the　colors　monly　found　in　lesser　races。
Her　body　flowing；　her　shape　warping；　Beradax　flung　herself　at　her　summoner。　Fortunately；　she　couldn't　pass　beyond　the　edge　of　the　pentacle。　She　slammed　into　an　unseen　barrier　with　a　wet；　slapping　sound；　then　renotbounded。
Undeterred；　she　lunged　a　second　time　with　the　same　lack　of　success。　Her　resentment　and　malice　infinite；　she　would　spring　a　million　times　if　left　to　her　own　devices。　Gromph　had　caught　her；　trapped　her；　but　something　more　was　needed　if　they　were　to　converse。　He　shoved　the　ritual　dagger　into　his　belly。
Beradax　reeled。　The　eyeballs　prising　her　own　stomach　churned　and　shuddered。　A　few　fell　away　from　the　central　mass　to　fade　and　vanish　in　the　air。
''Kill　you！〃　she　screamed；　her　shrill　voice　unnaturally　loud；　her　gaping　mouth　affording　a　shadowy　glimpse　of　the　eyeball　bumps　lining　the　intenotrior。　〃I'll　kill　you；　wizard！〃
〃No；　slave；　you　will　not；〃　Gromph　said。　He　realized　the　chanting　and　incense　had　parched　his　throat；　and　he　swallowed　the　dryness　away。　〃You'll　serve　me。　You'll　calm　yourself　and　submit；　unless　you　want　another　taste　of　the　blade。〃
〃Kill　you！〃
Beradax　sprang　at　him　again　and　kept　springing　while　he　pulled　the　athame　back　and　forth　through　his　abdomen。　Finally　she　collapsed　to　her　knees。
〃I　submit；〃　she　growled
〃Good。〃　Gromph　extracted　the　athame。　It　didn't　leave　a　tear　in　his　robes　or　in　his　flesh；　which　was　to　say；　the　knife's　enchantments　had　worked　prenotcisely　as　expected；　hurting　the　demon　rather　than　him。
Beradax's　belly　stopped　heaving　and　shaking。
〃What　do　you　want；　drow？〃　the　creature　asked。　〃Information？　Tell　me；　so　I　can　discharge　my　errand　and　depart。〃
〃Not　information；〃　the　dark　elf　said。　He'd　summoned　scores　of　nether…spirits　over　the　past　month；　and　none　had　been　able　to　tell　him　what　he　wished　to　know。　He　was　certain　Beradax　was　no　wiser　than　the　rest。　〃I　want　you　to　kill　my　sister　Quenthel。〃
Gromph　had　hated　Quenthel　for　a　long　time。　She　always　treated　him　like　some　retainer；　even　though　he　too　was　a　Baenre；　a　noble　of　the　First　House　of　Menzoberranzan；　and　the　city's　greatest　wizard　besides。　In　her　eyes；　he　thought；　only　high　priestesses　deserved　respect。
His　antipathy　only　intensified　as　the　two　of　them　attempted　to　advise　their　mother；　Matron　Mother　Baenre；　the　uncrowned　queen　of　Mennotzoberranzan。　Predictably；　they'd　disagreed　on　every　matter　of　policy　from　trade　to　war　to　mining　and　had　vexed　one　another　no　end。
Gromph's　animus　intensified　still　further　when　Quenthel　became　Misnottress　of　Arach…Tinilith；　the　school　for　priestesses。　The　mistress　governed　the　entire　Academy；　Sorcere　included；　and　thus　Gromph　had　found　himnotself　obliged　to　contend　with　her…indeed；　to　suffer　her　oversight…in　this　one…time　haven　as　well。
Still；　he　might　have　endured　Quenthel's　arrogance　and　meddling　indefnotinitely；　if　not　for　their　mother's　sudden　and　unexpected　death。
Counseling　the　former　matron　mother　had　been　more　an　honor　than　a　treat。　She　generally　ignored　advice；　and　her　deputies　were　lucky　if　she　let　it　go　at　that。　Often　enough；　she　responded　to　their　suggestions　with　a　tornotrent　of　abuse。
But　Triel；　Gromph's　other　sister　and　the　new　head　of　House　Baenre；　had；　over　time；　proved　to　be　a　different　sort　of　sovereign。　Indecisive；　overnotwhelmed　by　the　responsibilities　of　her　new　office；　she　relied　heavily　on　the　opinions　of　her　siblings。
That　meant　the　Archmage；　though　a　〃mere　male；〃　could　theoretically　rule　Menzoberranzan　from　behind　the　throne；　and　at　long　last　order　all　things　to　please　himself。　But　only　if　he　disposed　of　the　matron's　other　counselor；　the　damnably　persuasive　Quenthel；　who　continued　to　oppose　him　on　virtually　every　matter。　He'd　been　contemplating　her　assassination　for　a　long　time；　until　the　present　situation　afforded　him　an　irresistible　opnotportunity。
〃You　send　me　to　my　death！〃　Beradax　protested。
〃Your　life　or　death　are　of