war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第65部分

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〃Good　afternoon；　my　lady；〃　the　wizard　said；　bowing。　〃It　shames　me　beyond　measure　to　ignore　your　request。　Yet　should　this　gentleman　and　I　pass　through　your　door　a　second　time；　the　bugbears　and　their　ilk　will　rush　in；　and　that；　I　think；　is　the　very　eventuality　you　sought　to　forestall。〃
〃Who　are　you？　You　don't　talk　like　an　ore。〃
〃My　lady　is　a　marvel　of　perspicacity。　We　are　in　fact　drow　lords　e　to　consult　you　on　a　matter　of　some　importance。〃
〃Why　are　you　disguised？〃
〃The　usual　reason：　To　confound　our　enemies。　May　we　approach？　It's　tenotdious　trying　to　converse　across　the　length　of　the　room。〃
Smylla　hesitated；　then　said；　〃e。〃
Pharaun　and　Ryld　started　forward。　Behind　them；　the　bugbears　were　cursing；　shouting　threats　and　questions；　and　pounding　on　the　far　side　of　the　door。
After　four　paces；　the　wizard's　stomach　turned　at　yet　another　stench；　this　one　humid　and　gangrenous。　He'd　half　expected　something　of　the　sort；　but　that　didn't　make　it　any　easier　to　bear。　Even　the　phlegmatic　Ryld　looked　disnotfited　for　an　instant。
〃Close　enough；〃　Smylla　said；　and　Pharaun　supposed　it　was。
He　had　no　desire　to　e　any　nearer　to　that　wasted　form　with　its　boils　and　pustules；　even　though　the　enchantments　bound　into　his　mantle　and　Ryld's　cloak　and　dwarven　armor　would　probably　protect　them　from　infection。
〃Can　you　help　us？〃　asked　Ryld。
The　sick　woman　leered。　〃Will　you　pay　me　with　the　magnificent　great…sword　you　wear　across　your　back？〃
Pharaun　was　somewhat　impressed。　The　illusion　of　pig…faced　orcishness　shrouding　his　friend　made　Splitter　look　like　a　battle…axe；　but　Smylla's　rheumy；　sunken　eyes　had　pierced　that　aspect　of　the　deception。
When　he　recovered　from　his　surprise；　Ryld　shook　his　head。　〃No；　I　won't　give　you　the　sword。　I　worked　too　hard　to　get　it；　and　I　need　it　to　stay　alive；　but　if　you　want　I　can　use　it　to　clear　away　the　goblinoids　outside。　My　notrade　and　I　are　also　carrying　a　fair　amount　of　gold。〃
Her　dry　white　hair　spread　about　her　head；　Smylla　lay　propped　against　a　mound　of　stained；　musty　pillows。　She　struggled　to　hitch　herself　up　straighter；　then　abandoned　the　effort。　Apparently　it　was　beyond　her　strength。
〃Gold？〃　she　said。　〃Do　you　know　who　I　am；　swordsman？　Do　you　know　my　history？〃
〃I　do；〃　Pharaun　said。　〃The　gist　of　it；　anyway。　It　happened　after　I　more　or　less　withdrew　from　participation　in　the　affairs　of　the　great　Houses。〃
〃What　do　you　know？〃　she　asked。
〃An　expedition　from　House　Faen　Tlabbar；〃　the　wizard　replied；　〃vennottured　up　into　the　Lands　of　Light　to　hunt　and　plunder。　When　they　renotturned；　a　lovely　human　sorceress　and　clairvoyant　acpanied　them；　not　as　a　newly　captured　slave　but　as　their　guest。
〃Why　did　you　want　to　e？　Perhaps　you　were　fleeing　some　implacable　enemy；　or　were　fascinated　by　the　grace　and　sophistication　of　my　people　and　the　idea　of　living　in　the　exotic　Underdark。　My　hunch　is　that　you　wanted　to　learn　drow　magic；　but　it's　pure　speculation。　No　outsider　ever　knew。
〃For　that　matter；　why　did　the　Faen　Tlabbar　oblige　you？　That's　an　even　greater　mystery。　Conceivably　someone　harbored　amorous　feelings　for　you；　or　you；　too；　had　secrets　to　teach。〃
〃I　had　a　way　of　persuading　them；〃　Smylla　said。
〃Obviously。　Once　you　reached　Menzoberranzan；　you　made　yourself　useful　to　House　Faen　Tlabbar　as　countless　minions　from　the　lesser　races　had　done　before　you。　The　difference　being　that　you　were　accorded　a　cernottain　status；　even　a　degree　of　familiarity。　Matron　Ghenni　let　you　dine　with　the　family　and　attend　social　functions；　where　you　reportedly　acquitted　yourself　with　a　drowlike　poise　and　charm。〃
〃I　was　their　pet；〃　said　Smylla；　sneering　at　the　memory；　〃a　dog　dressed　in　a　gown　and　trained　to　dance　on　its　hind　legs。　I　just　didn't　know　it　at　the　time。〃
〃I'm　sure　many　saw　you　that　way。　Perhaps　some　saw　something　else。　From　all　accounts；　Matron　Ghenni　behaved　as　if　she　regarded　you　as　a　ward；　just　one　notch　down　from　a　daughter；　and　with　the　mistress　of　the　Fourth　House　indulging　you；　few　would　dare　challenge　your　right　to　notport　yourself　like　a　Menzoberranyr　noble。　Indeed；　no　one　did；　until　she　turned　against　you。〃
〃Until　I　fell　ill；〃　said　the　sorceress。
〃Quite。　Was　it　a　natural　disease；　bred；　perhaps；　by　the　lack　of　the　searnoting　sunlight　that　is　a　natural　condition　for　your　kind？　Or　did　an　enemy　infect　you　with　poison　or　magic？　If　so；　was　the　culprit　someone　inside　House　Faen　Tlabbar；　who　saw　you　as　a　rival　for　Ghenni's　favor；　or　the　agent　of　an　enemy　family；　depriving　their　foes　of　a　resource？〃
〃I　was　never　able　to　find　out。　That's　funny　ing　from　me；　isn't　it？〃
〃Ironic；　perhaps。　At　any　rate；　several　priestesses　tried　to　cure　you；　but　for　some　reason；　the　magic　failed；　whereupo