war of the spider queen 2 insurrection-第37部分

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　public；　and　though　Aliisza　certainly　didn't　fear　for　her　own　well…being；　she　thought　it　best　to　draw　as　little　attention　to　herself　as　possible。
　　　Besides；　she　found　that　she　could　overhear　more　interesting　conversations　if　she　was　not　in　dark　elf　form。　The　other　beings　tended　to　stall　or　whisper　whenever　they　saw　any　drow　about；　but　they　were　not　so　mindful　of　their　words　when　it　was　just　an　ore；　beautiful　for　her　race　or　not。　Aliisza　could　certainly　understand　why。
　　　There　was　talk　of　rebellion　or　of　invasion　everywhere　she　went。　Half　the　inhabitants　seemed　to　think　the　crisis　in　the　City　of　Shimmering　Webs　was　an　opportunity　to　end　the　drow　reign　once　and　for　all；　while　the　other　half　believed　that　someone　else　was　already　in　the　process　of　doing　just　that　and　that　everyone　already　living　there　would　pay　the　price　for　it。　One　thing　was　constant；　whatever　other　opinions　were　revealed：　Everyone　blamed　the　dark　elves　for　their　problems。
　　　It　was　the　drow；　she　heard；　who　had　angered　Lolth。　She　had　turned　away　from　the　city；　leaving　it　to　fend　for　itself。　Others　said　that　Lolth　had　grown　weak　and　ineffectual　from　the　placency　of　her　worshipers；　and　this　had　allowed　other　deities　to　overwhelm　her　when　she　wasn't　expecting　or　prepared　for　it。　The　most　intriguing　rumor　of　all；　of　course；　was　the　tale　that　seemed　most　recent。　Spreading　like　wildfire；　it　claimed　that　the　matron　mothers　had　discovered　a　traitor　in　their　midst；　one　of　their　own　who　had　collaborated　with　a　high　priestess　from　beyond　the　city　to　bring　Ched　Nasad　low。
　　　There　were　a　dozen　variations　on　that　story。　The　traitors　consorted　with　demons；　the　traitors　were　actually　demons　in　disguise；　the　traitors　were　stealing　from　the　city；　the　traitors　were　preparing　to　attack　the　city。　。　。　。
　　　Aliisza　had　little　doubt　about　the　veracity　of　the　story；　for　she　suspected　that　the　high　priestess　must　be　Quenthel。　Somehow；　the　Menzoberranyr　had　been　apprehended　in　the　middle　of　her　little　scheme；　the　one　Pharaun　regretted　mentioning。　She　was　curious　about　Pharaun's　role　in　the　rumor；　or　the　portion　of　the　story　that　included　a　matron　mother。　The　alu…fiend　wondered　if　Pharaun　had　been　swept　up　in　the　events　or　if　spending　the　afternoon　with　her…　she　shivered　with　delight　at　the　memory　of　it…had　allowed　him　to　stay　clear。
　　　Even　if　he　hadn't　gotten　entangled　in　the　matron　mothers'　schemes　thus　far；　he　was　bound　to　eventually。　She　knew　this　with　a　certainty　born　of　having　seen　the　political　machinations　of　her　own　kind　drag　even　the　most　unwilling　creatures　into　its　webbing。　Pharaun　would　have　a　part　to　play　in　the　unfolding　events；　as　much　for　his　inquisitive；　forceful　nature　as　for　his　relationship　with　the　priestess　he　so　casually　followed。
　　　Regardless　of　what　the　wizard　wanted；　he　was　in　the　pany　of　a　stranger；　someone　obviously　of　a　noble　House　by　the　insignia　on　his　piwafwi；　and　he　didn't　seem　to　be　under　duress　or　coerced。　Perhaps　he　didn't　know　what　was　going　on。　Aliisza　would　have　to　puzzle　on　that　some　more。　One　thing　was　certain；　however：　The　effect　the　rumor　was　having　on　the　populace　was　not　good。
　　　Aliisza　knew　she　shouldn't　care　If　Pharaun　had　been　apprehended。　Theirs　had　been　a　relationship　of　mutual　satisfaction；　no　more；　no　less。　He　was　a　pleasant　diversion　from　Kaanyr　Vhok；　and　she　knew　she　would　return　to　the　cambion；　had　always　intended　to　do　so。　Pharaun　knew　this　as　well；　and　the　fact　that　he　wasn't　bothered　by　the　informal　nature　of　their　〃chance　meeting〃　in　the　streets　was　what　had　made　him　so　delicious。
　　　But　the　alu…fiend　did　care；　at　least　enough　to　consider　whether　or　not　she　should　figure　out　if　he　needed　her　help。　She　supposed　she　simply　wasn't　quite　ready　to　give　him　up。
　　　She　also　knew　that　that　wasn't　the　only　reason　she　hadn't　yet　re…turned　to　Ammarindar　to　report　to　Kaanyr　Vhok　all　she'd　discovered　thus　far。　Perhaps　it　was　the　multitude　of　sights　and　sounds　in　the　city　that　attracted　her　still。　Perhaps　it　was　the　exquisite　feeling　she　got　whenever　creatures　of　the　race　she　chose　for　her　disguise…whether　it　be　dark　elf；　ore；　or　yet　some　other　species…admired　her　form。　It　had　been　too　long　since　she'd　experienced　that。　She　also　wanted　to　see　events　unfold　in　the　city。　She　sensed　the　tension　in　the　air；　and　she　wanted　to　witness　the　violence；　the　chaos；　should　something　e　to　pass。　Ched　Nasad　was　more　than　ripe　for　such　a　thing。　The　place　was　literally　buzzing　with　energy；　with　anticipation。
　　　The　four　drow　she　followed　moved　casually；　yet　they　always　seemed　to　be　adjusting　their　course　to　avoid　the　largest　crowds；　and　they　never　tarried　near　side　web　streets　or　alleyways。　It　was　clear　to　Aliisza　that　they　were　moving　warily。　More　than　once；　they　magically　bypassed　the　worst　of　the　crowds；　levitating　or　using　the　magical　doorways　that　both　she　and　Pharaun　employed　from　time　to　time。　They　led　her　into　the　higher　sections　of　the　city；　and　soon　it　became　apparent　to　Aliisza　that　she　would　have　to　either　stop　or　change　shape　in　order　to　continue　unhindered。　There　were　going　to　be　few　ores　that　high　in　the　cavern；　and　she　would　draw　attention　to　herself　in　her　present　guise。
　　　Changing　back　to　the　drow　form　she'd　used　earlier；　she　followed　the　four　dark　elves　farther；　until　they　arrived　at　a　large　noble　House；　which　they　entered。
　　　Aliisza　found　a　quiet　spot　atop　a　building　on　the　opposite　side　of　the　street　and　settled　down　to　wait。
　　　
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　　　Khorrl　Xornbane　knew　that　his　fidgeting　was　a　bad　sign；　but　he　couldn't　help　it。　He　and　his　clan　had　been　hiding　and　waiting　for　so　long　he　could　hardly　stand　it　any　longer。　Hiding　several　thousand　duergar　was　never　easy；　but　trying　to　do　it　in　the　middle　of　a　city　full　of　drow　was　taking　its　toll　on　his　nerves。　He　was　thankful　that　the　waiting　was　almost　over。
　　　Until　then；　the　fighting　had　been　relatively　easy　and　pain…free。　Ambushing　the　matron　mother　and　her　retinue　in　the　storehouse　had　been　almost　too　simple。　She　obviously　trusted　the　other　matron　mother　far　too　much；　and　it　had　cost　her。　He　wondered　if　anyone　had　discovered　the　bodies　of　her　soldiers　and　advisors。　They　would；　soon；　he　knew。　The　smell　would　lead　someone　to　them。
　　　Khorrl　and　his　duergar　were　inside　the　manor　itself；　out　of　sight　in　an　unused　wing　of　the　place；　in　a　barracks　where　no　soldiers　were　currently　quartered。　It　was　driving　Khorrl　mad。　His　sentries　had　not　reported　anyone　even　ing　near　the　halls　where　he　and　his　boys　waited；　but　if　anyone　found　them；　the　plan　was　ruined。
　　　〃Captain。〃　An　all…too…familiar　voice　came　from　the　shadows　at　the　edges　of　the　storehouse。
　　　Khorrl　felt　his　heart　begin　to　race　with　anticipation。　Zammzt　stepped　from　the　shadows；　a　wry　smile　on　his　face。
　　　〃So？〃　the　duergar　asked。
　　　〃We've　gotten　the　word；〃　Zammzt　replied。　〃It's　time　for　you　to　go　to　work。〃
　　　Khorrl　rubbed　his　hands　together　in　delight。　At　last。　He　began　going　over　the　plan　in　his　head　once　more　as　he　issued　orders；　and　Zammzt　faded　back　into　the　shadow　from　which　he'd　emerged。
　　　The　real　fighting　was　about　to　begin。
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　　　Faeryl　was　fast　growing　bored　with　all　of　it。　She　wished　the　matron　mothers　would　simply　see　things　as　her　mother　had　laid　them　out　so　carefully；　declare　House　Melarn　treasonous　and　dissolved；　and　permit　House　Zauvirr　to　rise　to　a　position　of　prominence　so　that　Ssipriina　could　sit　on　the　Council。　But　of　course；　there　was　the　prerequisite　squabbling　that　had　to　take　place；　first。　Faeryl　supposed　she　would　care　a　whole　lot　more　if　she　stood　to　gain　more；　but　her　mother　would　still　be　ordering　her　around…and　getting　ordered　around　in　turn；　even　if　it　was　by　someone　other　than　Drisinil　Melarn。
　　　There's　always　someone　using　you　as　their　footstool；　Faeryl　thought；　no　matter　how　high　you　reach。　Even　Triel　Baenre　was　forced　to　nod　her　head　in　subservience　to　the　whims　of　Lolth；　and　it's　possible　that　the　Dark　Mother　herself　has　been　forced　to…
　　　〃Faeryl；　stop　wasting　our　time　with　your　idle　fancies；　and　pay　attention；〃　Ssipriina　Zauvirr　said；　snapping　Faeryl　out　of　her　thoughts。
　　　〃Sorry；　Mother；〃　the　younger　drow　answered；　chagrined。
　　　She　focused　her　attention　on　the　conversation　at