Arvin sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Were you dreaming just now?"
"Yes." She frowned. "Why?"
"Was the dream…" He searched for the right word. He had found Zelia's memories foreign, disturbing-but perhaps Karrell wouldn't. She was a yuan-ti, after all, and female. "Did it seem to be a memory from someone else's life?"
"Ah. You are still worried about the mind seed. No, it was not Zelia's dream. It was one I have been having for many months. A troubling dream, in which I am bound tightly and cannot escape."
"Your own dream, then," Arvin said, feeling slightly relieved.
"No, not mine. Not mine alone."
"What do you mean?" Arvin asked sharply.
Karrell tilted her head and stared at the window. Pale winter sunlight shone through the stained glass, causing the blue-and-gold eye of Helm to glow. "I have talked to other yuan-ti. Many of us have been having troubling dreams. Dreams of someone who is embracing us who will not let go, or of being bound by ropes, or even-most strange, for a yuan-ti-of being a mouse, held tight by a serpent. No one knows what they mean. Not even Zelia."
Arvin nodded, completely at a loss. Whatever the dreams meant, they had little to do with their immediate problem. "If you start having strange thoughts while you're awake, tell me," he said. "Or strange dreams-stranger than the ones you've just described, I mean."
"I will," Karrell said with a grave nod. Then she said, "Tell me what happened. How did I come to be drugged?"
Arvin told her about the two rogues who hoped to sell "Glisena" to Chondath, about finding her unconscious in the room at the inn, and about trying to carry "Glisena" back to the palace, only to be confronted by Naneth. He also told her about their narrow escape, thanks to the cleric.
She listened, nodding.
Arvin paused. "So what were you doing, disguised as Glisena?"
"It was Zelia's idea," Karrell said.
Arvin waited, arms folded across his chest. He could tell, already, that he wasn't going to like the explanation. "Start from the beginning. Tell me all about your meeting. Don't leave out any details."
"I met with Zelia at the ambassador's residence," Karrell said. "I told her I was an agent of Yra nil Suzur, ssthaar of the Jennestas-a ruler who, like Dediana
Extaminos, is wary of Sibyl's rise to power. Zelia agreed to speak with me."
"She agreed to meet with a complete stranger?" Karrell's eyes lighted mischievously. "I think she found me charming."
Arvin's eyebrows rose. "You charmed Zelia? I'm impressed."
"We spoke about Sibyl-about how dangerous she is. And yes, Zelia does know where Sibyl is hiding," Karrell continued. "As you guessed, she in Hlondeth. Sibyl has denned in an ancient temple beneath the city-a temple that was erected at the peak of the Serpentes Empire to honor the beast lord Varae, an aspect of Sseth. The temple was abandoned and forgotten long before Hlondeth was even built, but nobles of House Extaminos rediscovered it two years after Lord Shevron's death. They briefly worshiped there, and it was abandoned again. Sibyl, together with her followers, has turned it into a fully fledged temple once more."
"How did Zelia discover this?" Arvin asked. Karrell gave a graceful shrug. "One of House Extaminos's spies learned it."
Arvin wondered if it had been another of Zelia's mind seeds. "Zelia might have been lying to you."
"She might have," Karrell agreed. "But to what end? She would have been foolish to throw away the opportunity I offered-an alliance with a group that is also working against Sibyl."
"Zelia breaks alliances as quickly as she makes them," Arvin countered. "Still, go on. You haven't explained why you were impersonating Glisena."
"To lure Naneth to me," Karrell said. "Zelia gave me the powder, and suggested I play the part of Glisena. She said she would contact Naneth and promise to deliver `Glisena' to her-and ensure that Naneth teleported me to the Extaminos palace in Hlondeth. There, House Extaminos's spellcasters would subdue Naneth. And I would use a second pinch of the powder to change my appearance to match Naneth's. Then I would infiltrate the temple where Sibyl lairs, and-"
"Did Zelia give you a second pinch of powder?" Arvin asked.
"No."
"You trusted her? After what she did to me?" Karrell winced. "I had to take the chance. The lives of thousands of people-"
"What about this person?" Arvin asked, thumping a hand against his chest. It felt hollow. "You were going to leave without even saying good-bye."
"There was no time," Karrell said, her dark eyes flashing. "And I would have returned. Once I had secured the Circled Serpent and carried it to a place of safety, I would have come back to you."
"If you'd lived," Arvin said bitterly. "And if you didn't, I'd never have known what had happened to you."
She lifted a hand to his face. "You would have contacted me," she said. Her fingers lightly touched the scab on his forehead. "With your stone. I would have told you, then, where I was."
Arvin turned away from her touch.
"Do you want the truth?" she asked.
Arvin glanced reluctantly back at her.
"I feared that you would try to talk me out of it," she said. She sighed. "And that you would succeed. I could not run that risk. Too much is at stake."
Arvin nodded. He stared at Helm's gauntlet for several long moments then turned to Karrell. "Zelia played you for a fool," he told her. "When she told you that you would be the one to infiltrate Sibyl's lair, she was lying."
Karrell tossed her head. "Of course you would say that."
"I'm not just saying that," Arvin told her. "I know that. I spied on Zelia, earlier tonight. Probably just after you met with her. When she was talking to Naneth." "And?" Karrell prompted.
"Zelia planted a mind seed in her."
Karrell absorbed this news without reacting. "I thought Zelia might do that," she said evenly. "And I knew it would anger you, if you found out. What I do not understand is why you feel any sympathy for the midwife. After what she did to the baron's daughter-"
"I don't feel sympathy for her," Arvin said. "Naneth deserves what's coming to her." He shuddered, remembering the terrible headaches, the nightmarish dreams, the impulses that were not his own-impulses that had, just before the mind seed was due to blossom, driven him to kill an innocent man. "The point is that Zelia was using you to further her own ends."
"Zelia no more used me than I used her," Karrell countered. "I sought her out. I asked her to help me get close to Sibyl, and that is what she did." She frowned. "Or rather, what she tried to do. Our plan would have worked, if the rogues had not interfered."
"You're lucky they did," Arvin said. "Zelia never would have let you impersonate Naneth."
Karrell's eyes narrowed. "Why are you so certain of that?"
"Zelia planted a mind seed in me-remember?" He tapped his temple. "I know how her mind works. Zelia doesn't delegate-she does the job herself. Or rather, her mind seeds do. She probably would have let Naneth teleport you to the House Extaminos compound-but that's as far as your part in it would go. She'd let Naneth report to Sibyl that `Glisena' had been delivered-thus ensuring that Naneth remained in Sibyl's good graces-then would have found a way, somehow, to stall the midwife for seven days, until the mind seed blossomed. You, meanwhile, would become superfluous-and would be disposed of."
"It is a convincing argument," Karrell said. "Except for one point. Why would Zelia kill me? Why throw away a valuable ally?"
"She wouldn't have thrown you away," Arvin said grimly. "She'd have seeded you."
"Ah." Karrell remained silent for several moments. She stared out through the chapel's stained-glass window. Outside, a light snow had begun to fall. "Thank you for risking your life to save me," she said at last. "If I had listened to your warnings…" A tear slid down her cheek. She brushed it angrily away. "It is just that so many lives are at stake. So much is resting on my shoulders. If Sibyl finds the second half of the Circled Serpent and uses it to unlock the door, the Night Serpent will escape."