war of the spider queen 3 condemnation-第47部分
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f snow shifted and fell as the weird wind increased to a wild； shrieking gale。 Halisstra raised a hand to shield her eyes from flying dust and grit。 Through it all； she heard Pharaun's voice growing deeper； more powerful； as the spell took on a life of its own and seemed to drag itself from his throat。 She lost her footing and slid awkwardly to one knee； her hair whipping around her head like something alive。
The magic of Pharaun's divination bore him aloft。 Arms still outstretched； he revolved in the air as the winds circled with him。 His eyes were blank and silver； cast upward to the heavens。 A nimbus of green energy began to coalesce around the wizard's body； and he gave out a great howl of anguish。 Bolts of emerald fire exploded from his halo to scour and blast at the boulders nearby。 Each green ray sliced into rock like a rapier into soft flesh； causing the stones to split and flake with deafening cracks。 Where each green bolt played； a black rune or pattern formed in the damaged stone； appearing as if etched by acid in the exposed rock。 The designs made Halisstra's eyes ache to look at them； and from the air in the center of the clearing； Pharaun began to mutter in a horrible voice that somehow carried through the wind and thunder。
〃Five days west lies a small river；〃 the wizard intoned。 〃Turn south and follow its dark swift waters upstream another day； to the gates of Minauthkeep。 The Masked Lord's servant dwells there。 He will aid you and betray you； though neither in the manner you expect。 Each of you save one will mit betrayal before your quest is done。〃
The spell concluded。 The wind died away； the green energy dissipated； and Pharaun came slumping down from his lofty perch as if he'd been dropped from a rooftop。 The wizard struck the hard earth awkwardly and crumpled； huddling with his face in the cold slush covering the ground。 As the reverberations of the spell's violence fell away in the snowy wood； the black…etched runes carved into rocks and boulders faded as well； flaking away in tiny bits of ebon dust that evaporated within the space of moments。
The rest of the pany straightened and exchanged dark looks。
〃I can see why he's slow to cast that spell；〃 Ryld remarked。
He moved forward and caught Pharaun by one feebly waving arm； turning him over and checking for any obvious signs of injury。 Pharaun looked up and managed a weak grin。
〃Good news and bad； I suppose；〃 he said。 〃Tzirik seems to be alive and well； at least。〃
〃The directions are clear；〃 Valas said with care。 〃I think I can keep us heading west easily enough。〃
〃What did you mean by that last bit？〃 Jeggred said to Pharaun； ignoring Valas。 〃About the betrayal？〃
The draegloth tightened his fists。
〃About each of us betraying someone？ Why； I couldn't begin to guess；〃 the wizard said。 He coughed and sat upright； waving away Ryld's help。 〃It's the nature of the magic to offer cryptic predictions like that； threatening little riddles that you have little hope of solving until it suddenly bees obvious that the event you feared has e to pass。〃 He offered a wry chuckle。 〃If only one of us doesn't have some shocking act of treachery to pull off in the near future； I must say I'd like to know who's sleeping on the job。 He'll tarnish our reputation if he's not careful。〃
Halisstra studied the rest of the pany； noting the impassive faces； the thoughtful eyes。 Danifae met her gaze with a slight smile and the merest flicker of her gray eyes toward Quenthel； a gesture so small and secret that no one save Halisstra could note it。
Despite the wizard's easy dismissal of the exact words of the divination； she wasn't pleased to learn that every one of her panions would at some point in the future mit some kind of treacherous act or another。 Or； more likely； all but one of her panions。 Just because Halisstra planned no immediate act of betrayal didn't mean she might not choose to take advantage of an opportunity arising later。 She had not held her rank as First Daughter of House Melarn without developing a certain ruthless instinct for such things。 If ruin had not e to Ched Nasad； Halisstra didn't doubt that at some point in the fullness of time she would have seriously plotted against her own mother to claim leadership of the house。 Matron Melarn had unseated Halisstra's grandmother in the same manner and for the same reasons many hundreds of years past。 It was no more or less than the Spider Queen's way。
〃Well；〃 Pharaun said as he pushed himself to his feet； still shivering。 The wizard accepted his pack from Ryld； moving gingerly。 〃It seems I have provided a destination。 So which way is west； Master Hune？〃
Valas nodded toward the near side of the clearing and said； 〃There are a couple of game trails leading more or less toward the setting sun。〃
〃e；〃 said Quenthel。 〃The sooner we set out； the sooner we arrive。 I have no wish to spend one hour more than we must in this light…seared land。 Master Hune； you will take your customary place as our guide。 Master Argith； you will acpany him。 Halisstra； you will bring up the rear and keep an eye behind us。〃
Halisstra frowned and shifted unfortably。 That struck her as a job suitable for a male。 In their travels over the past few days Jeggred had customarily brought up the rear。 It didn't escape Halisstra that changing the order of the march kept Jeggred close by Quenthel； where the draegloth could protect the Baenre priestess from any attack。 She likewise noted that Quenthel had referred to both Valas and Ryld as 〃master；〃 while calling her only Halisstra。
There was no point in protesting； of course； so she only waited as the rest of the pany filed off into the woods； following Valas's path。 She unslung her crossbow and made sure the weapon was ready for quick use。 After allowing the rest of the pany a lead of about fifty yards； Halisstra set off after them。
The surface woodland proved to be a strange and disquieting place。 As the party moved away from the clearing's edge； the tangled underbrush vanished； leaving only an endless green hall of round trunks rising to the forest roof above； like the pillars of some dark elven hall somewhere in the Lands Below。 Old； fallen logs lay scattered here and there； covered in bright green moss。 Some were so large that the pany had to detour hundreds of feet around them； or scramble awkwardly over or under。 A dusting of snow had filtered to the ground； and cold water dripped steadily from the branches above。 Unlike the lifeless desolation of Anauroch； the forest was filled not only with mighty trees and twining brambles； but all manner of small birds and animals。 After a dozen heart…stopping starts； Halisstra soon learned to identify a number of discrete birdcalls and animal sounds and relegate them to the realm of the insignificant。
She had at first feared that she would easily lose sight of the pany ahead； but away from the crowded foliage by the infrequent clearings； the underbrush consisted of ferns and other green plants rarely more than waist high。 As darkness fell over the forest floor； her vision improved； and Halisstra felt more and more fortable。
The drow marched on through the night； halting a little before daybreak to set up camp in an old ruined tower whose broken white stones were covered by moss。 Smooth and delicately veined； the place showed remarkable elegance of form； and the lintel of its long…vanished door was carved in a flowering vine design…clearly the work of surface elves。 After Pharaun checked the place for lingering spells that could be dangerous to drow； the pany made camp to pass the painful bright hours of the day。 Quenthel ordered Jeggred and Pharaun to keep watch； and the others enjoyed the shade and safety provided by the partial floors and graceful walls of the ruined tower。
At sundown they ate； broke camp； and set off again； in the same order as before； marching again through the night。 They passed the next two days and nights in much the same way； resting while the sun was out and traveling by night。 Valas even managed to shoot a small； hoofed animal a little before dawn at the end of their third night of travel； a
