You're certain they're not here to spy or to wage war? No quick strikes before vanishing into the wilds?»
Kaanyr was absently stroking one of her wings as he asked this, and the alu-fiend shivered in delight. He seemed not to notice her reaction.
«Fairly certain. They are apparently headed southeast, toward Ched Nasad. Each time we cut off their route, they seek out another. They seem intent on keeping to that path.»
«Yet, they are not a caravan,» he said. «They don't have goods or pack animals. In fact, they travel unreasonably lightly armed for drow. They are definitely up to something. The question is, what?»
Aliisza shivered again, though this time it was as much from the anticipation of the next bit of news as from Kaanyr's absentminded petting.
«Oh, definitely not a caravan,» she told him. «It's the strangest drow entourage I think I've seen wandering around the wilds. They have a draegloth with them.»
Kaanyr straightened, staring straight into Aliisza's eyes, and asked, «A draegloth? Are you sure?»
When the alu nodded, he pursed his lips.
«Interesting. This just gets more and more intriguing. First, we haven't seen a drow caravan of any sort in the last few tendays. Finally, when a party of drow do venture out, they come straight through here, something they would normally avoid like the stink on a dretch, and lastly, they have a draegloth accompanying them, which means drow noble Houses are somehow personally involved. What in the Nine Hells are they up to?»
Vhok resumed staring off into the dark distance, again absently caressing his consort, this time letting his fingers trail gently down her ribs, which were exposed through the lacing of her shiny black leather corset. She sighed in delight but forced herself to stay focused.
«There's more. I listened in on a conversation when they stopped to rest. One of them, definitely a mage of some sort, was taunting another, who looked like a priestess.»
«One of the males giving lip to a female? That can't last long.»
«Not just any female. He referred to her as 'the Mistress of the Academy.
Kaanyr sat upright, his stare deeply penetrating her own.
«Oh, really,» he said in a tone so intrigued, he never noticed that his move nearly made Aliisza fall to the floor at his feet.
She managed to maintain her balance, but she was forced to stand to avoid looking silly. She glared at the cambion.
He went on, oblivious, «Oh, this is just too good. One of the highest drow priestesses in all of Menzoberranzan is trying to sneak incognito through my tiny little domain. And she's letting a wizard run his mouth at her. No caravans for more than a month, and now this. This is too much fun!»
Kaanyr turned to face Aliisza once more, and upon seeing her glare, he cocked his head in confusion.
«What? What's wrong?»
The alu fumed, «You have no idea, do you?»
Kaanyr spread his hands helplessly and shook his head.
«Well, then I'm not going to tell you!» she snapped, and turned away from him.
«Aliisza.» Vhok's voice was deep and commanding, and it sent shivers down her spine. He was angry, just as she'd hoped. «Aliisza, look at me.»
She glanced back at him over her shoulder, letting one arched eyebrow rise questioningly He had risen from the throne and was standing with his hands on his hips.
«Aliisza, I don't have time for this. Look at me!»
She shivered in spite of herself and turned fully around to face her lover. His eyes smoldered and made her melt. She pouted just a little, to let him know that she didn't like being chastised, but she was finished playing the game.
Vhok nodded slightly in satisfaction.
His visage softened a bit, and he said, «Whatever I did, I'll make it up to you later. Right now, though, you have to get back over there and find out what's going on. See if you can get face to face with them and 'invite' them to pay us a visit. But be careful. I don't want this to explode in my face. If a high priestess and a draegloth are part of this group, then the rest of them are dangerous, too. Keep the Scourged close, to hem them in, but don't waste too many bodies on an all-out attack. But also don't make it too obvious that you're holding them back. Also, don't—»
Aliisza rolled her eyes, feeling a little insulted.
I've done this a time or two before, you know,» she interrupted, her voice thick with sarcasm. «I think I know what to do. But. .»
She stepped closer to Kaanyr—Into him, really—rising up on her tiptoes and wrapping her arms around his waist and curling one smooth, bare leg around the back of his calf. She drew herself close, let her body press against his, and continued.
«When I'm done with this little task,» she said, her voice smoky with desire, «you're going to tend to my needs for a while.» She leaned up and nibbled on his ear, then whispered, «Your teasing Is working too well, love.»
Triel didn't like brooding, but she caught herself doing it frequently of late. This time, when she realized she was at it again, she was suddenly aware of the faces of the other seven matrons, looking at her expectantly. She blinked and stared back at them for a moment, trying to recall the words of the conversation that had droned m the background of her thoughts. She could remember voices but nothing more.
«I asked,» Matron Miz'ri Mizzrym said, «what thoughts have you given to other courses of action, should your sister fail to return?»
When Triel still did not respond, the hard-faced matron mother added, «There are thoughts floating around somewhere in there today, aren't there, Mother?»
Triel blinked again, jolted fully back to the conversation at hand by the Mizzrym's biting words, focusing her attention where it ought to be instead of on the empty sensation she felt where the goddess's presence should have been. Other courses of action. .
«Of course,» she replied at last. «I've been giving that considerable thought, but before we delve too deeply into alternatives, I think we must exercise some patience.»
Matron Mez'Barris Armgo snorted. «Have you been listening to a word we've said in the last five minutes, Mother? Patience is a luxury we no longer have. We exhausted so much of our reserves of magic quelling the uprising we might—might, I say—be able to withstand another major insurrection, should one occur. As much as I love a good battle, putting down another slave rebellion would be wasteful, when it's only a matter of time before Gracklstugh or the survivors of Blingdenstone determine that we are powerless, without. .»
The hulking, brutish matron mother faltered, unwilling, even as forward and tactless as she usually was, to put words to the crisis they all faced.
«If they aren't already aware,» Zeerith Q'Xorlarrin interjected, glossing over Mez'Barris's unfinished thought. «Even now, one or more of the other nations could be amassing an army to drive to our gates. New voices could be whispering poison into the ears of the lesser creatures down in the Braeryn or the Bazaar, voices belonging to those clever enough to mask their true identities, their true intent. Its something we must consider and discuss.»
«Oh, yes,» Yasraena Dyrr said contemptuously. «Yes, let's sit here and discuss; not act, never act. We are afraid to venture forth into our own city!»
«Bite your tongue!» Triel snapped, growing more and more incensed.
She was angry not only at the direction of the conversation— suggestions of cowardice from the High Council! — but also at the ridicule, the unusually open vitriolic nature, of the other matrons' words. Ridicule directed at her.
«If there is one among us afraid to walk our own streets, she need no longer sit on this Council. Are you one such, Yasraena?»
The matron mother from House Agrach Dyrr grimaced at the chastisement she was receiving, and Triel realized it was not merely because Yasraena knew she had overstepped herself. It was the matron of House Baenre, supposedly an ally to Yasraena's house, that was administering this stern lecture. Triel intended it as such. It was time to send a message, to remind the other matron mothers that she still sat at the top of the power structure and she would not tolerate such insubordination from any of those sitting around her, ally or not.