war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第66部分

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ow　spectators　plainly　resented　their　shoving。　Ryld　had　to　toss　one　hobgoblin　down　onto　the　floor　of　the　sunken　arena；　but　no　one　seemed　to　think　it　odd　that　they　wanted　to　get　closer　to　the　charismatic　leader。　Others　were　doing　the　same。
The　Prophet　continued　his　oration。
〃I　thank　you　for　your　work　and　your　patience；　which　soon　will　reap　their　reward。　Word　of　our　revolt　has　reached　every　street　and　alley。　We　have　warriors　everywhere；　and　each　understands　what　he　is　to　do　when　he　hears　the　Call。　Meanwhile；　the　drow　suspect　nothing。　Their　arrogance　makes　them　placent。　They　won't　suspect　until　it's　too　late；　until　the　Call　es　and　we　rise　as　one…until　we　burn　them。〃
Ryld　and　Pharaun　had　forced　their　way　close　enough　to　see　the　Prophet　pick　up　a　sandstone　rod　and　anoint　the　end　with　an　oil　from　a　ceramic　bottle。　The　rod　burst　into　yellow；　crackling　flame　as　if　it　were　made　of　dry　wood；　that　exotic　bustible　product　of　the　World　Above。　The　master　of　Melee…Magthere　squinted　at　the　sudden　flare　of　light。
〃Eyes　of　the　Goddess！〃　Pharaun　exclaimed。
〃It's　a　neat　trick；〃　Ryld　said；　〃but　surely　nothing　special　by　your　stannotdards。〃
〃Not　the　fire；　those　two　bugbears　standing　behind　the　Prophet。〃
〃His　bodyguards；　I　imagine。　What　of　them？〃
〃They're　Tluth　Melarn　and　one　Alton　the　cobbler；　two　of　our　runaways。　They're　wearing　veils　of　illusion；　too；　but　of　a　simpler　nature。　I　can　see　past　theirs。〃
〃Are　you　serious？　What　are　drow；　even　rogues；　doing　aiding　the　instiganottor　of　a　slave　revolt？〃
〃Perhaps　we'll　find　out　when　we　tail　the　Prophet　and　his　entourage　away　from　here。〃
〃I　taught　you　how　to　use　the　fire　pots；〃　the　orator　continued；　〃and　my　friends　and　I　have　brought　plenty　of　them。〃　He　gestured　toward　several
hovering　floatchests。　〃Take　them　and　hide　them　until　the　day　of　reckoning。
The　bright　notes　of　a　brazen　glaur　horn　blared　through　the　air。　For　a　moment；　confused；　Ryld　thought　〃the　Call〃…whatever　that　was…had　arnotrived；　then　a　thrill　of　panic；　or　at　least　the　memory　of　it；　reminded　him　what　the　trumpet　truly　portended。　Judging　by　the　goblins'　babbling　and　frantic　peering　about；　they　knew；　too。
〃What　is　it？〃　Pharaun　asked。
〃You're　nobly　born；〃　said　Ryld；　hearing　a　trace　of　an　old　bitterness　in　his　voice。　〃Didn't　you　ever　go　hunting　through　the　Braeryn；　slaying　every　wretch　you　could　catch？〃
The　wizard　smiled　and　said；　〃Now　that　you　mention　it；　but　it's　been　a　long　time。　It　occurs　to　me　that　this　is　probably　Greyanna's　doing。　Not　a　bad　tactic；　really；　even　though　it　involves　a　lot　of　waste　motion。　Once　I　shielded　us　our　hunters　couldn't　pinpoint　our　location；　but　they　knew　our　mission　would　bring　us　to　the　Braeryn　so　they　organized　a　hunt　for　a　party　of　nobles。　The　idea　is　that　all　the　turmoil　is　likely　to　flush　us　out　and　send　us　scrambling　frantically　through　the　streets；　at　which　point　they'll　have　a　better　chance　of　spotting　us。〃
〃What's　more；〃　said　Ryld；　making　sure　his　swords　were　loose　in　their　scabbards；　〃your　sister　gives　us　the　choice　of　retaining　our　veils　of　illusion　and　being　harried　by　our　own　kind；　or　casting　them　off　and　facing　the　wrath　of　the　undercreatures。　Either　way；　someone　might　do　her　killing　for　her。〃
The　Prophet　raised　his　hands　for　calm；　and　the　undercreatures　quieted　a　little。
〃My　friends；　in　a　moment　we　will　scatter　as　we　must；　for　a　little　while　longer；　but　before　you　go；　take　the　fire　pots。　Once　the　danger　is　past；　share　the　weapons　and　news　of　our　gathering　with　all　those　who　were　unable　to　attend。　Remember　your　part　in　the　plan　and　wait　for　the　Call。　Now；　go！〃
Some　of　the　rebels　bolted　without　further　delay；　but　at　least　half　lingered　long　enough　to　take　a　jug　or　two　from　the　hovering　boxes。　One　ore　lost　his　footing　in　the　press；　then　screamed　as　other　goblinoids　trampled　him　in　their　haste。　Meanwhile；　the　Prophet　and　his　bodyguards　slipped　out　a　door　in　the　back　wall。
〃Shall　we？〃　said　Pharaun；　striding　after　them。
〃What　of　Greyanna　and　all　the　hunters？〃　asked　Ryld。
〃We'll　contend　with　them　as　necessary；　but　I'll　be　damned　if　I　hide　in　a　hole　while　two　of　the　boys　we　worked　so　hard　to　find　vanish　into　the　night。〃
The　masters　stalked　out　onto　the　street。　The　Braeryn　already　echoed　with　more　trumpeting；　the　sporting　cries　of　dark　elves；　and　the　screams　of　undercreatures。
The　teachers　shadowed　the　Prophet　and　the　rogues　for　half　a　block。　The　trio　moved　briskly　but　without　any　trace　of　panic。　Evidently　they　were　confident　of　their　ability　to　elude　the　hunters。　Ryld　wondered　why。
Then　the　night　gave　him　other　things　to　think　about。
He　and　Pharaun　skulked　by　a　house　where　several　shouting　goblins　pounded　on　the　granite　front　door。　As　was　the　mon　practice　during　a　hunt；　the　inhabitants　refused　to　admit　them。　They　wouldn't　let　in　anyone　but　folk　who　actually　lived　there。　Otherwise；　a　rush　of　terrified　refugees　flooding　into　the　already　crowded　warren　might　trample　or　crush　some　of　the　residents…or　the　influx　might　make　the　house　a　more　provocative　target。　It　had　happened　before。
Finally　Ryld　heard　the　small；　long…armed　creatures　turn　away　from　the　structure。　They　cried　out；　then　broke　into　a　run；　their　rapid　footsteps　drumming　on　t