“Suitable,” he said.
Dahlia started to argue against breaking their march at that point, but Entreri moved right to the wall and leaped up, catching a hold and disappearing into the crawl tunnel without a glance back.
“He acts as if it’s his expedition, and we’re just minions to do his bidding,” Dahlia said to Drizzt.
“He has the largest stake in this journey,” the drow reminded.
Dahlia snorted and looked away.
“You wish to turn away, that he will not be killed,” Drizzt whispered.
“I wish to be done with this and be away from here.”
“Not true,” Drizzt replied. “You wish to be away, but now, before we confront the primordial, before we destroy the sword, and so, before the sword destroys this man who so intrigues you.”
Dahlia looked at him for a long while, quietly laughing, and shaking her head slowly, as if in disbelief. She spun around and leaped up along the wall, following Entreri into the crawl tunnel.
Drizzt leaped up right behind her and caught her by the ankle, forcing her to glance back. “I go to scout, before us and behind,” he whispered. “To ensure that we weren’t followed or seen.”
He dropped back down and started off, back the way they had come, intending to double back quickly many yards to search for any sign that they had been trailed. A few dozen paces back along the corridor, it occurred to him to climb up into the second tunnel, to crawl in silently that he could spy on these two.
Then he might know the extent of their bond, after all.
Then he might know of Dahlia’s deceit and infidelity.
Then he might kill Entreri, or kill them both, with a clear conscience.
The line of thinking jarred Drizzt as he hustled past that second opening to the upper chamber. He increased his pace even more, wanting to put this area far behind him, wanting to put those angry impulses far behind him.
Dahlia crawled into the low chamber at the apex of the two entry tunnels. Like the other tunnels and many of the Underdark corridors, this one was quietly lit by various lichens. She could see only half of Entreri, as he was standing up into the third opening, the tunnel climbing up from the chamber. He soon crouched back down and fell into a sitting position beneath the opening.
“Impassible,” he explained. “The way up is blocked by some rocks.”
“So if our enemies assemble around the two lower exits, we’re trapped,” Dahlia replied, and with much sarcasm, added, “Wonderful planning.” She made sure to reflect that sarcasm fully in her inflection, for she knew that Entreri couldn’t make out much of her features in this dark place.
“They won’t find us,” Entreri countered.
“Because there are so many places for us to hide in these few narrow tunnels?” Dahlia asked, her sarcasm unrelenting. And quite boring, she had to admit, even to herself.
Artemis Entreri shook his head and turned his gaze away from her. “Where’s Drizzt?”
“He backtracked to ensure that we weren’t followed,” she replied, and Entreri nodded his agreement with that course. “Perhaps he’s already been captured by the Shadovar and tortured into revealing our position, if it would take even that.”
Entreri swung his head back to regard the woman. She met his stare with a glower, but he didn’t give in to that apparent challenge, and merely continued to look at her, as if measuring her emotions.
“Have you hated for so long that you don’t know how to not hate?” he asked with a wry grin.
Dahlia stared at him, at first angrily, but then with a bit of confusion.
“You got your revenge on Herzgo Alegni,” Entreri pointed out. “Yet your mood is fouler now than before we met him on that Neverwinter bridge.”
Dahlia didn’t blink.
“Might it be that revenge tasted not as sweet as you expected?” Entreri posed. “Was the anticipation of revenge a more calming meal, perhaps?”
“And you’re the assassin-philosopher?” Dahlia asked.
“You’ve been running from it for all of your life,” he said.
“From it?”
“From whatever it was that Alegni did to you.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know that my words have you shifting in your seat.”
“Because it is a stupid seat in a stupid hold-out,” she spat back. “Were we to be found here, how would we even defend ourselves? You can’t even stand up in this hole unless you stick your head into the chimney! I thought I was traveling beside capable warriors, and I find myself put in this compromised position?”
She kept ranting, and Artemis Entreri kept grinning at her, which, of course, only had Dahlia growing more and more agitated.
“You killed your own excuse,” Entreri said.
Dahlia looked at him with obvious confusion. She tried to reply but sputtered, just staring at him.
“Your excuse for anger,” the assassin explained. “You got your revenge, yet your mood has soured. Because you’re lost now. You’ve lived your life acting out in your anger, and does dear Dahlia have anything to be angry about now?”
She looked away.
“Are you afraid to take responsibility for your actions?”
“Are you truly the assassin-philosopher?” she retorted, turning around to glare at him.
Entreri’s shrug was the only response he would offer, so Dahlia looked away once more.
An uncomfortable silence followed, for a long while.
“What about you?” Dahlia finally asked, her voice startling Entreri from private contemplations.
“What about me?” he echoed.
“What sustains your anger?”
“Who claims that I’m angry?”
“I know of your recent past,” Dahlia argued. “I fought against you. I witnessed your work against the Thayans. Those were not the actions of a contented man.”
“I was a slave,” Entreri replied. “Can you blame me?”
Dahlia tried to argue, but again fell short.
“How did you get past it?” Dahlia asked quietly many heartbeats later. “The anger, the betrayal? How did you find your calm?”
“I helped you kill Herzgo Alegni.”
“Not that betrayal,” Dahlia said bluntly.
Entreri rocked back against the wall. He glanced around, this way and that, and for many heartbeats seemed truly at a loss.
“By caring not a damn,” Entreri replied at length.
“I don’t believe that.”
“Believe it.”
“No,” she said quietly, staring at Entreri until he at last had to return the look.
“It was my uncle,” he admitted for the first time in his life, “and my mother.”
Dahlia’s expression revealed her confusion.
“He… he stole from me, and she sold me into slavery-to others who wished to… steal from me,” Entreri explained.
“Your mother?” Dahlia clearly seemed at a loss.
“You loved your mother, as I, once, loved mine,” Entreri reasoned.
“She was murdered, beheaded by Herzgo Alegni after…” Her voice trailed away and her gaze fell to the floor between her boots.
“After he stole from you,” Entreri said, and Dahlia looked at him sharply.
“You know nothing about it!”
“But you know that I do,” Entreri replied. “And you are the first person to whom I’ve ever admitted any of this.”
Her expression softened at that revelation.
Entreri laughed. “Perhaps I have to kill you now, to keep my secret.”
“Try it,” Dahlia replied, bringing a wider smile to Entreri’s face, for he knew by her tone that his trust in her had lifted a great weight from her shoulders. “I have enough anger left in me to defeat the likes of you.”
Artemis Entreri rolled up to his knees, to the side, so that his face was very near the woman. “Well, do it quickly,” he said, and pointed back down the tunnel Dahlia had climbed to get into this hide-out. “For that way lies Gauntlgrym, not so far, and there resides the beast of fire and the end of Charon’s Claw, and the end of Artemis Entreri.”
Dahlia slapped him across the face, surprising them both.