war of the spider queen 3 condemnation-第45部分

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　　　〃Find　a　surface　dweller　and　pry　information　from　him；〃　Ryld　said。　〃Assuming；　of　course；　that　any　are　nearby；　and　that　they　know　anything　of　the　whereabouts　of　House　Jaelre。〃
　　　〃Again；　we　would　have　to　march　off　in　order　to　locate　a　surface　dweller；　as　none　conveniently　present　themselves　here；〃　Pharaun　observed。　〃Your　plan　differs　in　no　significant　respects　from　Master　Hune's。〃
　　　〃Then　what　would　you　propose？〃　asked　Quenthel；　her　voice　icy。
　　　〃Allow　me　to　rest　and　study　my　spellbooks。　In　the　morning；　I　can　prepare　a　spell　that　may　reveal　the　location　of　our　missing　House　of　heretical　outcasts。〃　He　raised　his　hand　to　forestall　the　Baenre's　protests　and　added；　〃I　know；　I　know；　you　would　like　to　continue　this　very　moment；　but　if　I　can　successfully　divine　the　goal　of　our　search；　it　is　likely　to　save　us　many　hours　of　marching　in　the　wrong　direction。　The　delay　will　also　give　the　lovely　Lady　Melarn　a　chance　to　regain　her　own　magical　strength；　and　perhaps　heal　us　of　the　worst　of　our　wounds。〃
　　　〃You　may　learn　nothing　from　your　spells；〃　Quenthel　said。　〃Magic　of　that　sort　is　notoriously　fickle。〃
　　　Pharaun　simply　looked　at　her。
　　　Quenthel　looked　up　at　the　sky；　blinking　in　the　merciless　gray　light　that　permeated　the　clouds　above。　She　sighed　and　looked　back　down　at　the　others；　her　eyes　lingering　overlong　on　Danifae。　The　battle　captive　tilted　her　head　down　in　a　single；　almost　imperceptible　nod　that　Halisstra　wasn't　even　certain　she　saw。
　　　〃Very　well；〃　the　Mistress　of　Arach…Tinilith　said　finally。　〃It　would　be　wise　for　us　to　wait　for　the　cover　of　darkness　in　any　event；　so　we　will　set　up　camp　in　the　cave　below；　where　this　accursed　sunlight　will　not　trouble　us　so　much。　Master　Hune；　you　will　stay　close　by　me　until　we　find　this　Tzirik　of　yours。〃
　　　
　　　Nimor　Imphraezl　made　his　way　swiftly　along　the　wide　ledge；　passing　a　long　line　of　marching　duergar　on　his　right　hand　while　skirting　the　edge　of　a　black　abyss　on　his　left。　Moving　an　army　of　several　thousand　through　the　dark　and　lightless　ways　of　the　Underdark　was　a　formidable　challenge；　and　many　of　the　smaller；　more　direct　routes　were　simply　impassable　to　a　body　of　so　many　soldiers。　That　left　only　the　most　capacious　caverns　and　tunnels；　and　those　routes　frequently　passed　through　dangers　that　the　stealthier　ways　avoided。
　　　The　road　clung　to　the　shoulder　of　a　great　subterranean　canyon；　winding　in　a　northerly　direction　forty　miles　from　Gracklstugh。　The　day's　march　was　not　more　than　two　hours　old；　and　the　gray　dwarf　army　had　already　lost　a　fully　laden　pack　lizard…and　five　soldiers　unlucky　enough　to　be　close　to　the　beast…to　a　flight　of　hungry　yrthaks；　raking　the　high　trail　with　their　sonic　blasts。
　　　No　tremendous　loss；　Nimor　reflected；　but　every　day　brought　its　own　mishap　or　accident；　and　so　the　army's　attrition　began。　In　all　truthfulness；　the　Jaezred　Chaulssin　assassin　had　not　really　grasped　the　enormous　effort　required　to　move　a　large；　well…equipped　army　a　hundred　miles　through　the　Underdark。　He　was　quite　familiar　with　journeying　the　dark　ways　by　himself　or　in　the　pany　of　a　small　band　of　merchants　or　scouts；　traveling　light；　making　use　of　the　secret　byways　and　known　refuges　that　lay　hidden　along　the　main　routes　of　travel。　Having　marched　several　days　alongside　an　army；　with　ample　opportunity　to　observe　minor　setbacks；　difficulties；　and　challenges　he　hadn't　even　imagined；　Nimor　appreciated　the　scope　of　the　expedition。　The　duergar　were　anxious　indeed　to　strike　a　mortal　blow　at　a　neighbor　in　distress；　if　they　were　willing　to　tolerate　the　vast　expense　in　beasts；　soldiers；　and　materiel　required　to　put　an　army　in　the　field。
　　　The　assassin　rounded　a　precarious　bend；　and　came　upon　the　crown　prince's　diligence：　a　floating　hull　of　iron；　perhaps　thirty　feet　long　and　ten　wide；　ensorcelled　not　only　to　levitate　itself　above　the　ground　but　also　to　move　as　directed　by　the　gray　dwarves　controlling　the　thing。　Its　ugly　black　form　bristled　with　spikes　to　repel　attackers　and　armored　slits　through　which　the　occupants　could　fire　missiles　or　work　deadly　spells　on　anyone　outside。　The　diligence　was　pierced　with　several　large；　shuttered　windows　that　were　propped　open；　and　through　these　Nimor　glimpsed　the　quiet　and　orderly　bustle　of　the　duergar　leaders　and　their　chief　assistants。　The　whole　construct　functioned　as　mand　post；　throne；　and　bedchamber　for　the　crown　prince　while　in　the　field　with　his　army。　It　was　the　perfect　embodiment　of　the　dwarf　approach　to　things；　Nimor　reflected；　a　device　displaying　skillful　craftsmanship　and　powerful　magic；　but　no　grace　or　beauty。
　　　With　a　light　bound　he　hopped　up　onto　the　running　board　of　the　diligence　and　ducked　through　a　thick　iron　door。　Inside；　dim　lights　gleamed　from　blue　globes；　illuminating　a　great　table　that　held　a　representation　of　the　tunnels　and　caverns　between　Gracklstugh　and　Menzoberranzan。　There　the　lords　and　captains　of　the　gray　dwarves　studied　their　army's　march　and　planned　for　the　battles　to　e。　The　assassin　took　in　the　various　officers　and　servants　with　one　quick　glance　then　turned　to　the　elevated　center　portion　of　the　diligence。　The　lord　of　the　City　of　Blades　sat　at　a　high　table　with　his　most　important　advisors　and　watched　over　the　planning　below。
　　　〃Good　news；　my　lord　prince；〃　Nimor　said；　sweeping　into　the　circle　of　captains　and　guards　surrounding　Horgar　Steelshadow。　〃I　have　been　advised　that　the　Archmage　of　Menzoberranzan；　old　Gromph　Baenre　himself；　has　been　removed　from　the　sava　board　of　our　little　game。　The　matron　mothers　do　not　yet　suspect　our　advance　into　their　territory。〃
　　　〃If　you　say　so；〃　the　duergar　lord　replied　gruffly。　〃In　dealing　with　the　dark　elves　I　have　found　it　prudent　not　to　rule　out　the　presence　of　an　archmage　until　I　see　him　dead　under　my　own　hammer。〃
　　　The　assembled　gray　dwarves　around　Horgar　nodded；　and　glared　at　Nimor　with　undisguised　suspicion。　A　drow　turncoat　might　have　been　a　useful　ally　in　a　war　against　Menzoberranzan；　but　that　did　not　mean　they　considered　Nimor　a　reliable　partner。
　　　Nimor　spied　a　gold　pitcher　standing　by　the　high　table　and　poured　himself　a　great　goblet　of　dark　wine。
　　　〃Gromph　Baenre　is　not　the　only　skilled　wizard　in　Menzoberranzan；〃　growled　Borwald　Firehand。　Short　and　stocky　even　for　a　gray　dwarf；　the　marshal　gripped　the　table　with　his　huge；　powerful　hands　and　leaned　forward　to　glare　at　the　assassin。　〃That　cursed　wizard　school　of　theirs　is　full　of　talented　mages。　Your　allies　played　their　hand　too　quickly；　drow。　We're　still　fifteen　days　from　Menzoberranzan；　and　Gromph's　death　will　provoke　alarm。〃
　　　〃A　sensible　notion；　but　not　entirely　correct；〃　Nimor　said。　He　drained　off　a　large　gulp　from　his　goblet；　savoring　the　moment。　〃Gromph　will　be　missed　soon；　I'm　sure；　but　instead　of　casting　their　arcane　gaze　out　into　the　Underdark　to　search　for　approaching　foes；　every　Master　of　Sorcere　will　be　searching　fruitlessly　for　the　archmage　and　scheming　against　his　colleagues。　While　the　crown　prince's　army　approaches；　the　most　powerful　wizards　in　the　city　will　have　their　eyes　firmly　fixed　on　each　other；　and　more　than　a　few　will　seek　to　murder　their　colleagues　to　win　the　archmage's　vacant　seat。〃
　　　〃The　Masters　of　Sorcere　will　surely　set　aside　their　ambitions　once　they　e　to　realize　their　peril；〃　the　crown　prince　said。　He　cut　off　Nimor　with　a　curt　gesture　and　added；　〃Yes；　I　know　you　say　they　may　not；　but　we　would　be　wise　to　plan　on　meeting　an　organized　and　well…directed　magical　defense　of　the　city。　Still；　that　was　a　well…struck　blow；　well…struck　indeed。〃
　　　He　rose；　and　shouldered　his　way　past　the　clan　lairds　and　guards　to　approach　the　map　table；　beckoning　Nimor　to　follow。　The　assassin　circled　to　the　other　side　of　the　table　to　attend　the　duergar　ruler's　words。　Horgar　traced　their　route　with　one　thick　finger。
　　　〃If　the　wizards　of　Menzoberranzan　do　not　note　our　approach；〃　Horgar　said；　〃then　the　question　bees；　at　what　point　will　they　perceive　their　danger？〃
　　　The　clan　laird　Borwald　thrust　his　way　to　the　tableside　and　indicated　a　cavern　intersection。
　　　〃Presuming　we　don't　encounter　any　drow　patrols；　the　first　place　we'll　meet　the　enemy　is　here；　at　the　cavern　called　Rhazzt's　Dilemma。　The　Menzoberranyr　have　long　maintained　a　small　outpost　there　to　wat