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h　you'll　still　feel　the　poison　speeding　your　heart　and　gnawing　at　your　nerves。　You'll　just　have　to　put　up　with　that。〃
〃All　right；〃　Drisinil　said。　〃Just　bring　the　antidote　with　you　when　you　e　to　Lirdnolu's　room。〃
The　mistress　arched　an　eyebrow；　and　Drisinil　added；　〃Please。〃
Quenthel　smiled。　Catching　her　mood；　the　whip　vipers　sighed　with　pleasure。
〃How　did　you　know　your　darkness　would　madden　the　beast？〃　asked　Pharaun；　lathering　his　narrow　chest。
The　night　before；　after　he　made　way　back　to　Pharaun；　the　two　of　them　had　found　they　had　enough　healing　potions　to　cure　all　the　wounds　that　either　had　sustained。　Still；　despite　their　restoration　to　full　vitality；　the　next　few　hours　proved　exhausting；　as　they　struggled　to　survive　the　madness　of　the　hunt　and　watch　out　for　Greyanna　at　the　same　time。　At　last　they'd　esnotcaped　the　Braeryn。
Claiming　that　while　Greyanna　was　seeking　them　in　the　Stenchstreets；　they'd　be　safe　in　pleasant；　prosperous　Narbondellyn；　Pharaun　had　insisted　that　he　and　Ryld　dispense　with　disguises　and　celebrate　their　sundry　discovnoteries　and　escapes　with　a　visit　to　one　of　Menzoberranzan's　finest　public　baths。　The　warrior　had　objected　to　what　he　saw　as　reckless　bravado；　but　not　too　vehemently。　Ryld　supposed　that　he　and　Pharaun　would　climb　beyond　their　foes'　reach　soon　enough。　The　prospect　made　him　feel　rather　wistful。
Over　the　course　of　the　past　few　minutes；　he'd　been　enjoying　the　luxury　of　scrubbing　off　the　sweat　and　grime　that　had　accumulated　on　his　person；　sitting　down；　and　thinking　about　nothing　in　particular。　He　should　have　known　the　peace　and　quiet　couldn't　last　for　long。　Pharaun　couldn't　go　long　without　craving　conversation。
〃How　did　you　know　that；　shrouded　in　darkness　or　no；　the　foulwing　wouldn't　just　keep　descending；　guided　by　its　other　senses？〃　the　wizard　persisted。
The　warrior　shrugged　and　said；　〃I　didn't　know；　but　it　seemed　like　a　good　guess。　The　thing's　an　animal；　isn't　it？〃
Pharaun　grinned。　〃Not　really。　It's　a　creature　from　another　plane。　Still；　your　instincts　were　sound。〃
Ryld　shrugged　and　replied；　〃I　was　lucky　to　get　away　from　there　with　my　life。　Very　lucky。〃
〃Fire　and　glare；　you're　a　master　of　Tier　Breche。　You're　not　supposed　to　be　modest。　Are　you　ready　to　move？〃
They　rose　from　an　octagonal　pool　set　in　the　black　marble　floor；　and；　having　pleted　the　quotidian　business　of　cleaning　themselves；　headed　for　a　larger　basin　where　they　would　luxuriate　in　steaming；　scented　mineral　water。　Later　in　the　day；　it　would　be　packed；　but　it　wasn't　fashionable　to　visit　the　baths　so　early　in　the　morning。　They　had　it　to　themselves；　which　was　convenient。　They　could　converse　without　fear　of　eavesdroppers。
Ryld　walked　straight　down　the　steps　and　sat　on　the　underwater　ledge。　The　warmth　felt　good　on　his　leg；　mended　but　still　a　little　sore；　and　he　sighed　with　contentment。　Pharaun　made　a　production　of　immersing　himnotself　in　stages；　an　inch　at　a　time；　as　if　the　heat　were　almost　more　than　he　could　bear。
〃I've　been　thinking　about　your　malaise；〃　the　wizard　said；　once　everynotthing　but　his　head　was　finally　submerged。　〃I　have　a　solution。〃
〃What　do　you　mean？〃
〃Resign　from　Melee…Magthere　and　bee　the　weapons　master　of　a　noble　House。　It　will　have　to　be　one　of　the　lesser　ones；　of　course；　you　being　a　moner；　but　that's　all　right。　You　may　see　more　excitement　that　way。〃
〃Why　would　I　do　that？　It's　not　a　move　up。　It　might　not　be　a　loss　of　rank；　depending　on　the　House；　but　still；　what　would　be　the　point？〃
〃You're　bored；　and　it　would　be　a　change。〃
〃One　that　would　put　me　under　the　thumb　of　any　number　of　high　priestesses。　I'd　have　less　autonomy　than　I　do　as　an　instructor。〃
〃I　managed　to　pursue　my　own　objectives　while　under　my　mother's　sunotpervision。　Still；　you　make　a　legitimate　point。　You　might　find　yourself　abnothorring　the　tug　of　the　reins。　What's　the　answer；　then？〃
〃Who　says　there　is　one？　Except；　perhaps；　further　lunatic　holidays　with　you。　I　admit；　this　one　broke　the　tedium。〃
A　diminutive　female　gnome　carried　a　pile　of　freshly　laundered　and　folded　towels　out　of　a　doorway　on　the　far　wall。　Ryld　wondered　if　she　was　one　of　the　Prophet's　followers；　and　if　she　had　any　of　the　rabble…rouser's　duergar　firepots　stashed　somewhere　in　the　bathhouse。　It　felt　strange　to　think　of　a　humble　undercreature　that　way…wielding　stone…burning　bombs　against　its　betters。
〃You　speak　of　our　errand　in　the　past　tense；〃　the　wizard　said。
〃Well；　once　you　tell　the　Archmage　the　runaways　are　in　the　Braeryn　fonotmenting　a　pitiful　little　goblin　uprising；　it'll　be　over；　won't　it？　Gromph　will　pardon　your　transgressions。　The　Council；　having　failed　to　stop　our　innotquiries；　will；　I　trust；　see　no　point　in　continuing　to　try　to　kill　us。　It'll　be　more　to　their　advantage　to　let　us　go　on　training　wizards　and　soldiers　to　serve　them。〃
〃You're　very　certain　the　insurrection　will　be　pitiful。　Is　it　because　Greyanna's　followers　exterminated　so　many　undercreatures　last　night？〃
Ryld　scooped　up　a　handful　of　hot　water　and　splashed　it　on　his　neck；　which　had　gotten　a　little　stiff　from　his　exertions。
〃No；〃　he　said。　〃The　hunters　killed　plenty　of　goblins；　but　they　were　only　a　fraction　of　a　fraction　of　the　creatures　jammed　into　every