war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第43部分

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ny　more　such　fiends　did　appear；　the　renewed　wards　would　keep　them　out。　Plainly；　she'd　been　too　optimistic。
At　least　Arach…Tinilith　was　the　seat　of　her　power。　There；　she　could　deploy　a　small　army　of　retainers　and　a　hoard　of　magical　devices　in　her　own　defense；　but　those　resources　hadn't　helped　her　against　the　darkness；　and　she　couldn't　help　wondering　how　many　hostile　visitations　a　priestess　in　her　condition　could　hope　to　survive。






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Greyanna's　henchmen　came　floating　down　around　her。　Two　were　warriors；　one　a　wizard；　and　the　third　was　another　priestess。　All　wore　the　half　masks　of　true　seeing；　giving　them　the　deceptively　foolish　look　of　actors　in　a　pannottomime。
Pharaun　tried　to　levitate；　but　the　net　was　too　heavy。　He　willed　his　aninotmate　rapier　into　existence。　The　steel　ring　vanished　from　his　finger；　and　the　long；　slim　sword　materialized　outside　the　net。　The　blade　started　slicing　at　the　thick　ropes；　but　to　little　effect。　A　rapier　was　a　thrusting　weapon　and　not　suited　to　sawing。　Tensing　his　muscles　against　the　remorseless　pressure　of　the　tightening　web；　he　turned　the　floating　sword　around　to　threaten　his　fellow　representatives　of　House　Mizzrym。
Greyanna　laughed。　〃Is　that　one　little　bodkin　supposed　to　hold　us　all　at　bay？〃
〃Possibly　not；〃　said　Pharaun；　straining　to　work　his　fingers　closer　to　one　of　his　pockets。　〃That's　why　I　instructed　it　to　kill　you　first。〃
〃Did　you；　now？〃
His　sister　motioned　her　warriors　forward。　Twin　brothers　possessed　of　the　same　slightly　yellowish　hair　and　deeply　cleft　chin；　they　carried　pale　bone　longbows　slung　over　their　backs　in　preference　to　the　more　mon　crossbows。
Greyanna　herself　remained　on　her　mount　and　produced　a　scroll　from　within　her　piwafwi。　Thanks　to　his　remaining　ring；　Pharaun　could　see　from　the　plex　corona　of　magical　force　shining　around　the　rolled　parchment　that　it　contained；　among　others；　a　spell　to　disrupt　the　other　fellow's　magic。　Perhaps　she　intended　to　use　it　to　render　the　dancing　rapier　inert　long　enough　for　her　minions　to　break　or　immobilize　it。
The　wretched　ropes　were　digging　into　the　wizard's　flesh　like　knives。　He　would　hardly　have　been　surprised　if　they　drew　blood。　They　were　certainly　cutting　off　his　circulation　and　numbing　his　extremities。　Trembling　with　effort；　he　shifted　his　fingers　another　inch。
〃My　panion　is　Ryld　Argith；〃　he　said；　〃a　Master　of　Melee…Magthere。　He's　never　done　anything　to　you；　and　you　will　place　yourself　in　debt　to　the　warriors　of　the　pyramid　by　killing　him。〃
Entangled　as　he　was；　Pharaun　couldn't　even　turn　his　head　to　look　at　his　friend　anymore；　but　he　could　hear　Ryld　grunting　and　swearing　and　feel　him　shaking　the　net。　The　swordsman　was　plainly　trying　to　free　himself；　but　it　seemed　unlikely　that　even　his　extraordinary　strength　would　be　enough　if　he　was　unable　to　bring　one　of　his　blades　to　bear；　and　apparently　such　was　the　case。
〃I've　kept　tabs　on　you　through　the　years。〃　Greyanna　said。　〃I　know　Master　Argith　is　your　most　valued　rade。　I　don't　need　him　trying　to　libnoterate　or　avenge　you。　Our　mother　will　handle　Melee…Magthere。〃
On　further　inspection；　Pharaun　observed　that　the　subordinate　priestess　had　readied　a　scroll　as　well。　That　struck　him　as　vaguely　odd；　but　he　supnotposed　this　was　hardly　the　time　to　ponder　the　possible　significance。
The　warriors　were　approaching　steadily　but　warily；　and　not　merely；　he　suspected；　because　of　the　hovering　rapier。　Greyanna　could　neutralize　the　weapon；　but　they　feared　that　Pharaun　would　work　some　terrible　magic　that　only　required　speech；　not　gestures　or　a　focal　object。　He　was　sorry　to　disappoint　them。　He　did　have　one　or　two　such　spells　in　his　memory　but　none　that　could　annihilate　all　five　of　these　unpleasant　folk　at　a　single　stroke；　and　he　knew　that　once　he　conjured　some　devastating　attack；　they　would　abandon　any　intention　of　taking　him　alive　for　a　demise　by　torture。　They　would　strike　back　as　fast　and　murderously　as　possible；　and　immonotbilized　in　the　mesh；　he　would　have　little　hope　of　defending　against　their　efforts。
〃Actually；　you　ought　to　think　twice　about　harming　either　of　us；〃　he　said；　hoping　that　further　conversation　would　slow　the　fighters'　advance；　even　if　only　for　a　second。
Greyanna　chuckled。　〃Be　assured；　I've　thought　of　it　a　thousand　thousand　times。〃
〃The　archmage　won't　like　it。〃
〃I'm　acting　on　behalf　of　the　Council。　I　doubt　he'll　deem　it　politic　to　retaliate　。　。　。　any　more　than　Melee…Magthere　will。〃
〃Well；　Gromph　won't　sign　his　name　to　your　cadaver；　but　someday　。。。〃
Pharaun's　fingers　finally　jerked　into　the　pocket　and　closed　around　a　small　but　sturdy　leather　glove。　With　the　net　still　tightening　every　second；　it