war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第33部分

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y's　representative　in　Menzoberranzan；　the　task　is　my　responsibility。〃
〃No　one　has　charged　you　with　it。〃
〃Then　I　take　it　upon　myself。　Yet　I'm　reluctant　to　venture　across　the　Underdark　with　merely　my　own　little　entourage　for　protection。　Traders　guard　their　caravans　very　well。　Anything　that　could　destroy　all　those　mernotchant　trains　would　likely　put　a　quick　end　to　me；　too；　in　which　case；　Matron　Mother；　the　priestesses　of　Menzoberranzan　would　know　no　more　about　the　new　menace　beyond　their　borders　than　they　do　now。　Accordnotingly；　I　ask　you　to　provide　me　with　a　sizable　escort。　I'll　march　it　to　Ched　Nasad　and　back　again　and　see　what　befalls　me　along　the　way。〃
〃You　have　an　enterprising　nature；〃　said　Triel　〃It　does　you　credit。　Alas；　Menzoberranzan　can't　spare　any　troops。　Not　at　this　time。　Our　forces　are　engaged　in　training　exercises。〃
Faeryl　fancied　she　knew　the　real　reason　the　Baenre　was　at　present　relucnottant　to　divest　herself　of　any　portion　of　her　military　strength。　Her　caution　made　perfect　sense　on　its　own　terms；　but　surely　it　must　yield　to　the　gravnotity　of　the　envoy's　concerns！
〃Matron　Mother；　if　trade　with　Ched　Nasad　does　not　resume；　the　people　of　Menzoberranzan　will　find　themselves　bereft　of　countless　amenities。　Some　of　your　craftsmen　will　lack　the　raw　materials　they　need　for　their　work。　Your　own　merchant　clans　will　endeavor　to　send　caravans　to　my　city；　and　those　expeditions　will　probably　not　return。〃
〃I　imagine　some　clever　male　will　import　the　same　goods　via　a　different　route　if　he　can　reap　a　profit　thereby。〃
Faeryl　was　beginning　to　feel　as　if　she　were　mired　in　some　lunatic　dream。
〃Matron；　you　can't　be　serious。　Ched　Nasad　is　the　single　greatest　source　of　wealth　your　people　possess。〃
Demons　of　the　Web；　it　was　in　fact　half　again　as　populous　as　Menzoberranzan　itself。　The　two　realms　had　long　been　equals；　and　it　was　only　a　notparatively　recent　happenstance　that　had　reduced　the　once　independent　City　of　Shimmering　Webs　to　vassalage。
Triel　spread　her　dainty；　obsidian　hands　in　a　gesture　of　helpless　resignanottion　and　said；　〃Wealth　that　is　as　much　ours　when　stored　in　our　trading　costers　in　Ched　Nasad　as　in　our　own　vaults　here。〃
Faeryl　didn't　know　what　else　to　say。　No　argument；　however　cogent；　seemed　capable　of　piercing　Triel's　shield　of　bland；　almost　mocking　placency。
〃Very　well；〃　the　ambassador　said　through　gritted　teeth；　struggling　to　keep　a　grip　on　her　temper。　〃If　I　must；　I'll　manage　without　your　help。　It　will　exhaust　my　purse；　but　perhaps　I　can　hire　some　of　the　sell　swords　of　Bregan　D'aerthe。〃
Triel　smiled。　〃No；　my　dear；　that　won't　be　necessary。〃
〃I　don't　understand。〃
〃I　cannot　give　you　leave　to　depart　so　precipitously。　Who　then　would　speak　on　behalf　of　your　people？　Even　more　importantly；　I　believe　you　may　be　right。　Some　new　peril　may　be　lurking　in　the　Underdark　and　massacring　drow　left　and　right。　I　don't　want　it　to　kill　you　as　well。　I　hold　you　in　too　high　an　esteem；　and　I　certainly　wouldn't　want　the　other　nobles　of　Ched　Nasad　to　think　that　I　blithely　sent　you　to　your　doom。　They　might　infer　that　I　have　little　regard　for　even　the　most　exalted　officers　of　your　splendid　city；　when　of　course；　nothing　could　be　farther　from　the　truth。〃
〃You　honor　me。　Yet　considering　what's　at　stake…〃
〃Nothing　is　more　important　than　your　safety。　Anything　could　happen　if　you　attempt　to　traverse　the　tunnels　at　this　unsettled　time。　You　might　not　even　make　it　out　of　Bauthwaf。　Why；　one　of　Menzoberranzan's　own　patrols；　weary　from　too　much　duty；　imagining　a　dwarf　crouched　behind　every　stalagmite；　might　mistake　your　band　for　a　hostile　force　and　loose　a　volley　of　poison　darts　at　you。　You　might　die　an　agonizing　death　at　the　hands　of　your　own　friends；　in　which　case　I　would　never　forgive　myself。〃
A　chill　crept　up　Faeryl's　spine；　because　she　understood　what　Triel　had　really　said。　The　matron　mother　had　just　forbidden　her　to　leave　the　city；　on　pain　of　death。
But　why？　What　accounted　for　Matron　Baenre's　sudden　hostility？　Faeryl　had　no　idea　until　she　happened　to　glance　up　at　the　draegloth's　face。　Somenothow　the　half…fiend's　leer　suggested　an　explanation。
Triel　had　decided　Faeryl　was　less　diplomat　than　spy；　an　agent　for　some　power　inimical　to　Menzoberranzan；　who'd　concocted　this　business　of　missnoting　traders　to　provide　herself　with　a　good　excuse　to　leave　the　city　and　report　to　her　superiors。
Matron　Baenre　couldn't　allow　it；　couldn't　permit　a　spy　to　pass　along　the　tale　of　Menzoberranzan's　newfound　weakness。　She　didn't　dare；　because　it　was　entirely　possible　that　not　all　dark　elf　enclaves　had　suffered　the　same　calamity；　and　even　if　they　had；　perhaps　the　dwarves；　duergar；　deep　gnomes；　and　illithids　h