蛛后之战(被遗忘的国度系列英文版)-第69章

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　crossbow　dangled　from　his　belt。
He　stopped　just　inside　the　doorway；　where　he　had　every　right　to　think　himself　safe。　The　cell　was　large　enough；　and　the　prisoners'　shackles　short　enough；　that　he　was　beyond　their　reach。　He　swung　the　door　shut　behind　him　but　didn't　permit　it　to　latch。
〃All　right；〃　he　said；　〃now　you　can　tell　me。〃
〃First；〃　said　Ryld；　〃unchain　me。〃
He　thought　he　had　to　keep　the　renegade　occupied　for　just　a　few　more　seconds；　long　enough　for　Pharaun　to　cast　his　spell。
The　guard　just　laughed　and　said；　〃Don't　be　absurd。〃
〃Why　not？〃
〃You　know　why　not。〃
〃But　you　might　just　listen　to　the　secrets　and　leave　me　imprisoned；〃　said　Ryld；　watching　Pharaun　from　the　corner　of　his　eye。
To　his　dismay；　the　wizard　wasn't　conjuring。　He　wasn't　moving　at　all。　Had　he　passed　out　again？
〃You're　caged；〃　said　the　renegade；　〃and　I'm　not。　Therefore；　you　will　have　to　trust　me；　not　the　other　way　around。〃
Ryld　scowled；　meanwhile　racking　his　brains　for　inspiration。　With　Pharaun　inert；　he　was　going　to　have　to　improvise　a　story　to　detain　the　rogue　and　pray　the　wizard　would　make　a　move　before　much　longer。
〃All　right；　I　suppose　I　have　no　choice。　Not　far　beyond　Bauthwaf　lies　the　entrance　to　a　tunnel　leading　to　the　deepest　reaches　of　the　Underdark；　where　even　our　people　do　not—〃
〃What's　this　got　to　do　with　weapons　masters　killing　slaves？〃　the　guard　demanded。
〃Listen；　and　you'll　find　out。　At　the　lower　end　of　the　passage　is　a　mineral　I've　never　seen　anywhere　else　。　。　。〃　At　last　Pharaun　moved　his　feet。　Now；　if　only　the　renegade　didn't　notice。　〃When　you　crush　the　rock　to　powder　。。。〃
〃T　T　　　1〃
Hey
Evidently　the　guard's　peripheral　vision　was　almost　as　good　as　Ryld's；　for　he　pivoted　toward　Pharaun；　but　not　in　time。　A　disembodied　hand　made　of　pale　yellow　light　appeared　beside　his　shoulder　and　gave　him　a　push。
The　impetus　sent　him　staggering　closer　to　Ryld。　The　weapons　master　grabbed　him　and　smashed　his　head　against　the　wall　until　it　left　a　sticky　mess　on　the　stone；　then　he　searched　the　corpse　and　found　a　ring　of　keys　clipped　to　its　belt。
He　discovered　the　one　that　opened　his　own　restraints；　and　Pharaun's。　The　wizard　flexed　his　fingers；　restoring　circulation；　produced　a　silken　handkerchief　from　his　sleeve；　and　dabbed　at　the　blood　on　the　sides　of　his　mouth。
〃I　think　I'll　establish　a　new　school　of　magic；〃　the　wizard　said。　〃Pedomancy—the　sorcery　of　the　feet。〃
〃Why　did　you　wait　so　long　to　throw　the　spell？〃　Ryld　asked。
〃I　was　looking　for　our　friend's　keys。　It　wouldn't　have　done　any　good　to　attack　him　had　he　not　been　carrying　the　means　to　release　us　from　our　fetters。　His　cape　was　hanging　over　them；　and　it　took　me　a　minute　to　spot　them。〃
〃I　was　certain　something　had　gone　wrong。　Are　you　ready　to　get　us　out　of　here？〃
〃Momentarily；〃　Pharaun　said　as　he　pulled　on　his　socks　and　boots。　〃I　think　everything's　going　splendidly；　don't　you？　We've　acquired　the　knowledge　we　came　for；　and　now　we'll　escape；　just　as　planned。〃
〃We　didn't　plan　on　having　to　do　it　without　our　gear。〃
〃Please；　don't　harp　on　the　obvious。　It　makes　for　a　dreary　conversation。　Where　exactly　are　we；　by　the　way？　Where's　the　nearest　exit？〃
〃I　don't　know。　They　gave　me　a　knock　on　the　head　before　they　carried　us　here。　I　think　we're　up　inside　the　cavern　ceiling。〃
〃So　we　won't　encounter　a　window　or　balcony　unless　we　descend　a　ways；　but　we　might　find　a　door　opening　on　a　tunnel。〃
Ryld　scavenged　the　dead　rogue's　weapons　and　piwafwi。　The　cloak　was　much　too　small　for　him；　but　would　provide　some　protection　nonetheless。　The　mail　shirt；　alas；　he　simply　couldn't　wear。
〃No　gear　for　me？〃　Pharaun　asked。
〃I'm　the　fighter；　and　I'll　be　standing　in　front。〃
〃Well；　when　you　put　it　that　way　。。。〃
〃Let's　go。〃
The　masters　stood　up。　Ryld　felt　dizzy；　swayed；　but　then　recovered　his　balance。　They　started　for　the　door；　and　something　happened。　It　was　like　the　blare　of　a　trumpet　and　a　white　light；　too；　but　it　was　neither。　The　weapons　master　didn't　know　what　it　was；　only　that　it　froze　him　in　place　until　it　faded　away。
〃What　just　happened？〃　he　asked。
〃The　Call；〃　Pharaun　replied。　〃This　close　to　the　source；　one　can　vaguely　sense　it　even　if　one　isn't　a　goblin。　The　slaves　are　rising。〃
　
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When　the　instructors　rounded　the　corner；　Pharaun　saw　a　rogue　about　five　yards　away。　Well　armed；　the　conspirator　was　striding　purposefully　along；　perhaps　to　join　one　of　the　assassination　squads　that　would　descend　on　the　city　once　the　goblin　rebellion　plunged　it　into　chaos。
He　had　good　reflexes。　As　soon　as　he　spotted　the　fugitives；　he　reached　for　the　wall；　no　doubt　to　conceal　himself　behind　a　curtain　of　darkness。
Pharaun　lifted　his　hands　to　cast　darts　of　force—he　had　two　such　spells　remaining；　neither　requiring　a　focal　object—but　Ryld　was　quicker。　He　shot　his　hand　crossbow。　The　quarrel　plunged　into　the　renegade's　eye；　and　he　fell。
The　masters　skulked　up　to　the　corpse　and　crouched　down　to　examine　it。　Pharaun　was　hardly　surprised　yet　disappointed　to　find　that　the　dead　warrior　hadn't　been　carrying　any　spell　ingredients。
The　Master　of　Sorcere　hadn't　lost　faith　in　himself；　but　he　realized　that　overconfidence　coupled　with　ambition　had　lured　him　and　Ryld　into　a　desperate　situation。　They　were　stuck　in　the　midst　of　their　enemies。　Without　the　proper　triggers；　most　of　the　wizard's　magic　was　unavailable　to　him；　and　the　weapons　master　was　feeling　the　effects　of　the　blow　on　the　head　and　Syrzan's　psionic　assault。　Most　people　wouldn't　have　noticed；　but　Pharaun；　who　knew　him　well；　could　see　subtle　indications　in　the　way　he　moved。
Well；　at　least　Ryld　wasn't　bored。
Pharaun　stole　the　dead　male's　hand　crossbow；　dirk；　and　piwafwi—including　the　insignia　of　a　lesser　House　Pharaun　assumed　was　enchanted　in　the　same　way　as　all　the　others。　The　mantle　wasn't　a　bad　fit　but　felt　strange　without　the　weight　of　the　hidden　pockets　to　which　he　was　accustomed。　At　least；　he　hoped；　he'd　be　able　to　levitate。　Ryld　exchanged　the　rapier　he'd　been　wearing　for　the　fallen　drow's　broadsword。
The　Master　of　MeleeMagthere　cocked　his　crossbow　and　loaded　a　fresh　shaft　in　the　channel。　The　fugitives　stalked　on　down　the　hallway；　and　the　walls　screamed。　Pharaun　and　Ryld　screwed　up　their　faces　at　the　painful　loudness。　Blue　sparks　of　discharged　magic　showered　from　the　walls　and　ceiling；　and　a　hot；　raw　stink　of　power　fouled　the　air。
The　screech　stopped　as　suddenly　as　it　had　started；　though　it　left　echoes　sobbing　through　the　citadel。
〃Alarm　spell？〃　said　Ryld；　trotting　onward。
〃Yes；〃　Pharaun　said；　racing　to　catch　up。　His　ears　were　ringing。　〃Had　I　seen　it；　I　would　have　dispelled　it；　but—〃
〃But　as　it　stands；　the　rogues　will　be　ing　for　us。〃　Pharaun　frowned。　〃Unless　they're　too　busy　getting　ready　to　murder　priestesses。〃
〃No；　they'll　realize　they　have　to　catch　us　at　any　cost。　If　a　spy　slipped　away　from　here　and　reported　their　plans　to　the　Council；　it　would　ruin　everything　for　them。〃
〃You're　right；　curse　it。〃
The　masters　had　been　moving　stealthily　and　therefore　slowly　ever　since　departing　their　cell；　and　they　would　have　to　sneak　along　even　more　warily；　backtracking　and　detouring　whenever　they　sensed　their　enemies　were　near。　That　would　make　it　easier　to　get　lost。　The　longdead　nobles　had　built　their　fortress　according　to　a　defensive　strategy　still　occasionally　employed　in　Menzoberranzan。　The　place　was　something　of　a　maze。　If　a　person　had　grown　up　there；　that　wouldn't　pose　a　problem。　He'd　know　every　turn　and　dead　end；　but　outsiders　had　a　difficult　time　moving　about。　Outsiders　like　Pharaun　and　Ryld；　who　had　yet　to　find　an　exit。　
Perhaps；　the　wizard　thought；　the　renegades　will　have　trouble　navigating　as　well。
Though　they'd　squatted　in　the　castle；　they　might　not　know　it　as　well　as　the　original　occupants　had。　It　was　possible　they'd　simply　familiarized　themselves　with　a　few　key　areas　and　primary　passageways　and　left　the　rest　of　the　allegedly　cursed　and　haunted　keep　pretty　much　alone。
Still；　Pharaun　knew　it　was　only　a　matter　of　time　until　the　hunters　stumbled　onto　their　prey；　and　he　was　correct。　He　and　Ryld　were　traversing　a　gallery　hung　with　musty　phosphorescent　tapestries　when　something　rustled　behind　them。　The　masters　pivoted。　Silent　in　their　drow　boots；　half　a　dozen　warriors　had　appeared　behind　them　and　were　leveling　their　crossbows。
Ryld　crouched　and