war of the spider queen 2 insurrection-第31部分

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　　　〃I　knew　this　was　a　bad　idea；〃　he　said　at　last。　〃The　matron　mothers　of　this　city　are　the　one　big　thing　I'd　like　most　to　avoid；　and　here　you　are；　preparing　to　drop　in　on　one。　Somehow；　that　just　doesn't　bode　well　for　me。〃
　　　〃Oh；　stop　it；〃　Aliisza　said；　arching　one　of　her　eyebrows　at　the　mage。　〃I'm　not　about　to　tell　any　matron　mother　about　you。　I　wouldn't　want　word　getting　back　to…back　to　you…know…who〃…she　smiled　again　〃though　I　don't　see　how　you　can　avoid　the　matron　mothers；　given　the　pany　you're　traveling　with。〃
　　　〃What；　Quenthel？　No；　that's　not　a　problem。　She　knows　House　Melarn　won't　be　too　agreeable　to　her　plan　to　take　the　Black　Claw　goods　back　to　Menzoberranzan；　so…〃　The　wizard　stopped　in　midsentence。　〃I　shouldn't　be　telling　you　this。　I　am　a　sex…addled　idiot。〃
　　　He　stared　at　Aliisza　intently；　his　red　eyes　glittering。
　　　The　alu…fiend　stared　back；　but　she　couldn't　help　but　smile。
　　　〃What　are　you　doing；　considering　whether　to　try　to　kill　me　to　keep　your　secret　safe？〃　she　asked。　Arching　one　eyebrow　she　shimmied　back　away　from　the　wizard；　leaning　back　on　her　elbows　provocatively。　〃I　have　a　better　idea；〃　she　said；　feeling　her　voice　grow　husky　with　desire。　〃Teach　me　another　magic　trick　instead；〃
　　　Pharaun；　feeling　a　bination　of　exhilaration　and　dread；　left　Aliisza　in　the　little　house。　Exhilarated　from　the　satisfying　afternoon　he'd　spent　with　the　alu；　he　was　dreading　all　the　things　he'd　let　slip。　Though　he'd　repeatedly　told　himself　to　be　wary；　he'd　stumbled　several　times　thus　far。　Being　with　the　fiend　had　reduced　his　normally　sharp　instinct　for　caution　to　some　half…remembered　sense　of　danger　that　he　knew　he　ought　to　be　cognizant　of　but　wasn't。　It　was　just　an　accepted　practice　that　a　drow　never　opened　himself　up　to　a　fiend；　that　he　should　keep　his　dealings　strictly　business；　and　yet　here　he　was；　sharing　her　bed　and　spilling　his　best…kept　secrets。　Still；　if　he　had　to　pick　a　risky　diversion；　Aliisza　was　quite　the　prize。
　　　Whatever　his　apprehensions；　Pharaun　found　that　his　steps　were　light　as　he　made　his　way　back　to　the　Serpent　and　Flame。　He　had　useful　information　to　share　with　the　rest　of　the　Menzoberranyr；　and　he　also　had　a　couple　of　divinations　he　wanted　to　attempt　that　he　hoped　would　clarify　a　bit　just　exactly　what　was　going　on　in　the　Abyss。　Plus；　he　might　still　have　time　to　fulfill　that　request　of　Quenthel's。　All　in　all；　it　was　turning　out　to　be　a　truly　memorable　day。
　　　Despite　his　own　elation；　Pharaun　could　still　feel　the　tension　of　the　city　buzzing　in　the　air；　and　he　was　careful　to　avoid　the　worst　of　the　crowds。　After　the　experience　of　the　previous　day；　he　didn't　think　it　wise　to　get　caught　up　in　a　chest…thump　ing　petition　with　a　congregation　of　disgruntled　citizens。　He　made　certain　to　spend　most　of　his　time　floating　from　section　to　section；　avoiding　pletely　the　calcified　webbing　ladders　that　connected　different　levels。
　　　The　mage　stopped　along　the　way　at　a　dingy…looking　shop　called　Gauralt's　Spices；　a　place　that　purported　to　offer　hard…to…find　ponents　for　spellcasting。　Valas　had　mentioned　it　to　him　that　morning　before　they　set　out　on　their　separate　errands；　and　Pharaun　found　it　exactly　where　the　scout　had　said　it　would　be。　Of　course；　getting　what　he　needed　might　prove　to　be　another　matter；　but　Gauralt；　a　drow　…male　who　ran　the　place；　was　able　to　supply　him　with　the　four　strips　of　ivory　and　the　particular　incense　he　needed；　and　he　was　on　his　way　again　in　no　time。
　　　Back　at　the　inn；　none　of　the　rest　of　the　mage's　panions　had　returned。　He　supposed　that　Ryld　and　Valas　might　spend　most　of　the　day　attempting　to　round　up　the　needed　supplies　and　mounts　for　the　return　journey；　but　he　was　somewhat　surprised　that　Quenthel；　Faeryl；　and　Jeggred　had　not　e　back　from　the　storehouse。　He　couldn't　imagine　what　would　require　them　to　spend　that　much　time　there；　but　then　it　was　just　as　well。
　　　If　she　was　here；　he　told　himself；　she'd　simply　find　something　to　snipe　about；　anyway。
　　　He　began　to　make　a　mental　checklist　of　the　spells　he　wanted　to　cast。　First；　he　would　use　his　new　ponents　to　try　to　track　down　who　was　trying　to　kill　Quenthel。
　　　And　probably　offer　to　help；　he　added；　grinning。
　　　He　also　planned　to　try　again　to　take　a　peek　into　the　Demonweb　Pits。
　　　It　was　a　spell　he　had　tried　more　than　once　back　in　Menzober…ranzan；　with　no　luck　whatsoever；　but　he　hoped　it　would　yield　more　satisfying　results　away　from　the　City　of　Spiders。　The　Master　of　Sor…cere　had　no　basis　for　this　supposition；　but　he　thought　it　was　still　worth　an　attempt。
　　　Pharaun　retrieved　the　four　strips　of　ivory　he'd　acquired；　along　with　the　incense；　and　sat　down　to　perform　the　spell。　Casting　it　would　leave　him　weary　and　low　on　spells；　but　if　the　knowledge　he　gained　from　it　was　useful；　he　would　count　the　cost　worthwhile。
　　　The　mage　arranged　the　four　strips　of　ivory　into　a　rectangle　upon　the　carpeting；　lit　the　incense；　and　closed　his　eyes。　It　was　not　a　spell　he　cast　often；　and　it　required　a　careful　application　of　chanting　and　specific　questions。　He　couldn't　stumble　at　any　point；　for　he　didn't　know　when　the　next　opportunity　to　try　it　would　arise。
　　　With　the　incense　burning　and　the　spell　begun；　Pharaun　asked　his　question；　beseeching　the　elemental　forces　of　magic　and　the　planes　of　existence　to　grant　him　a　meaningful　answer。
　　　〃Reveal　to　me　the　enemy　of　Quenthel　Baenre　of　House　Baenre　in　Menzoberranzan；　the　enemy　who　seeks　to　destroy　her；　who　calls　forth　demons　to　slay　her　in　the　very　temple　where　she　reigns。〃
　　　The　burning　incense　flared；　and　smoke　filled　the　room。　After　a　moment；　a　message　formed　in　Pharaun's　mind；　words　uttered　by　the。　wind；　or　perhaps　the　Weave　itself。　However　it　was　delivered；　the　message　that　Pharaun　received　was　clear。
　　　The　one　who　seeks　the　high　priestess's　death　shares　her　blood　and　her　ambition。　Quenthels　enemy　sprang　from　the　same　womb　but　is　not　of　the　womb。
　　　Pharaun　blinked；　his　red　eyes　taking　in　the　darkened　room　as　the　last　remnants　of　the　incense　burned　out　and　turned　to　ash。
　　　Sprang　from　the　same　womb　but　not　of　the　womb。　A　sibling；　but　not　a　female。　A　male？　A　brother？　Gromph！　It　had　to　be。　。。。
　　　　　　　Pharaun　was　surprised；　not　so　much　that　the　Archmage　of　Menzoberranzan　would　wish　his　sister　dead　but　by　the　fact　that　he　hadn't　see　it　before　then。　Gromph　had　much　to　gain　by　eliminating　the　only　real　rival　for　Triel's　ear。　The　archmage　could　not　have　designs　on　the　throne　of　House　Baenre　itself；　but　he　could　be　the　puppet　master；　pulling　the　strings　behind　the　scenes。　Quenthel　disagreed　with　everything　her　brother　said；　and　vice　versa；　so　she　was　an　obvious　and　powerful　impediment　to　any　ambitions　he　might　have。
　　　Adding　to　that　was　the　fact　that　Gromph　had　the　knowledge　of　the　Academy's　defenses　and　had　the　capability　to　summon　forth　the　fiends　used　in　the　attacks。　It　was　a　talent　few　others　possessed；　at　least　few　others　with　the　interest　to　do　so。　There　were　other　powerful　wizards　within　the　halls　of　Sorcere；　and　Pharaun　supposed　that　some　of　them　would　like　to　see　someone　replace　Quenthel　as　the　Mistress　of　the　Academy；　but　Gromph　was　the　one　who　stood　to　gain　the　most。
　　　Though　he　knew　the　answer；　Pharaun　wasn't　sure　what　to　do　with　it。
　　　On　the　one　hand；　he　considered；　I'm　here　with　Quenthel。　Does　telling　her　aid　me　more？　Or　do　I　simply　seal　my　fate　upon　returning　to　Sorcere？　If　I　tell　Gromph　that　Quenthel　is　trying　to　find　out　who's　after　her；　even　do　him　a　favor　by　misleading　her…or　eliminating　her；　a　small　part　of　his　mind　suggested…does　my　standing　at　Sorcere　improve；　or　will　he　be　unable　to　protect　me　from　Triel's　wrath？
　　　Of　course；　Pharaun　knew　that　most　of　his　decisions　hinged　on　the　eventuality　of　returning　to　Menzoberranzan；　and　he　was　planning　to　argue　with　Quenthel　against　that　course　of　action。　There　were　still　too　many　variables；　too　many　possible　outes；　before　he　would　know　which　side　of　the　siblings'　conflict　to　join。　He　could　stall　Quenthel　for　a　while。　She　wouldn't　know　what　might　be　involved　in　his　quest　for　her　information。　For　all　she　knew；　he　could　be　working　through　a　spell　that　actually　took　days　to　plete　or　negotiating　with　an　elemental　of　some　sort；　making　a　bargain　to　exchange　some　modity　for　a