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Aglarel nodded without hesitation. "For now," he said, "it appears we are best equipped to assume that duty."

  When dragons kneel before halflings! scoffed Brian the Swordmaster. As one of the Masked Lords of Waterdeep, his words came to Piergeiron as a barely audible whisper. They're trying to take control of the war zone. Aglarel cast a brief glance in Brian's direction, then looked back to Piergeiron and said, "If the Lords of Waterdeep find our leadership uncomfortable, we would not be adverse to naming Lord Imesfor master of the council. It is, after all, his home that is in peril."

  Piergeiron was almost too astonished to reply. The discussions between the masked lords were shielded by the same magic that protected their identities, yet Aglarel had plainly heard what Brian had said.

  "The lords will discuss the council you propose later-in private," Piergeiron said, "but we do appreciate your suggestion."

  Many of the spectators in the hall would be mystified as to why he did not immediately agree to name Lord Imesfor the council leader, but they had not seen how the elf trembled at the slightest sound or heard the screams that echoed through the palace halls whenever he retired to his room to attempt the Reverie, Gervas Imesfor was in no condition to lead a horse, much less a political and military alliance of this magnitude. Piergeiron felt quite certain that Aglarel had known that when he proposed it.

  I'm sure our deliberations would be more meaningful if we knew more about the nature of the shadowshell, Deliah said, still pressing for details. Like nearly every respectable wizard on Faerыn, she seemed more alarmed by the Shadovar's mysterious magic than by the evil of the phaerimm. If the prince is concerned about spies, perhaps we could meet later "I am at liberty to reveal the nature of the shell only to our declared allies," Aglarel said, drawing an audible gasp from three of the lords who had not previously realized he was listening in on their private conversations. "However, it is difficult to predict how the phaerimm will respond. It really would be better to establish the coordinating council at once."

  "You have doubts that the shell will hold?" Lord Dyndaryl asked.

  "Not at all. The shell will hold." Aglarel deliberately looked at Imesfor and said, "It is Evereska we are concerned about. We do not understand the mythal well enough to know how long it can withstand a sustained assault."

  "It's still up?" The relief in Imesfor's voice was obvious. "You know that?"

  The phaerimm had enclosed the entire Sharaedim within a magic deadwall that prevented any sort of travel to or communication with Evereska, and he was not the only one in the room who had been wondering if the city was still in elf hands.

  Aglarel hesitated a moment, then gave a nod so slight it was barely perceptible. "Thank Corellon!" Imesfor gasped.

  "Then you are in contact with the city?" It was Laeral Silverhand who asked this. "Do you know if Khelben is there?"

  Aglarel looked away. "Unfortunately, I am not at liberty to answer your questions, Lady Silverhand." He managed to sound genuinely apologetic. "That information would be available only to our allies."

  "To your allies?" Laeral fumed. "Who do you think has been fighting at your side-"

  "Were the choice mine, Lady Silverhand, I would tell you," he said. "Your contributions have not gone unnoticed by our Most High, but your allegiance is obviously to Waterdeep, and Waterdeep has not declared itself our ally."

  Nor are we like to, said Brian. Waterdeep won't yield to strong-arm tactics. Never!

  Aglarel looked directly at Brian. "This isn't strong-arming. How many of its secrets would Waterdeep reveal to a city that refuses to call itself an ally?"

  "We are not asking for any of your secrets," Laeral said, straining to sound patient "Only the simple courtesy of-"

  "The Shadovar are showing you every courtesy, Lady Silverhand," Aglarel said. "That is what I'm doing here. It is Waterdeep that is being discourteous, that receives information given in good faith with suspicion, that rebukes our offer of friendship with high-handed accusations of coercion, that allows a visitor under its palace roof to call Shade Enclave a den of liars and vipers."

  Aglarel allowed his gaze to linger on Storm Silverhand for a moment, then looked back to Piergeiron. "You have been advised of the shadowshell's danger. It is not our intent to interfere with any of your own missions. Should any of your forces wish to pass through, we will be happy to send an escort along to make that possible."

  The arrogant devils! Brian ranted, either forgetting or ignoring the fact that the prince could obviously hear every word. They're claiming control of the war zone whether we like it or not!

  Aglarel shot a glance in Brian's direction but chose to ignore the outburst. "While we regret that it will not be possible to coordinate our efforts, Shade Enclave does thank you for this audience."

  The Shadovar bowed deeply, then turned toward the door to leave. Though Piergeiron could feel the gazes of the elves and the Silverhand sisters burning into his brow, it was what he knew his fellow lords were leaving unsaid that weighed most heavily on his mind. As usual, Brian the Swordmaster had cut straight to the heart of the matter. Whether Waterdeep and the elves liked it or not, the Shadovar had taken control of the war zone. What Piergeiron didn't understand was why they had bothered to send an envoy to announce an already obvious fact Were they really hoping to establish an alliance, or was there something more, something broader and more nefarious?

  There was only one way to find out. Piergeiron drew himself up to his full height, then called, "Prince Aglarel!"

  To his credit, Aglarel looked properly shocked as he stopped and turned. "Yes, Lord Paladinson?" "I did not dismiss you."

  The prince looked as though he were biting a smile back. "Of course." He inclined his head. "I apologize."

  Piergeiron resisted the temptation to let the Shadovar remain in the deferential position. The point had been made. "Prince Aglarel, Waterdeep has not rejected your offer."

  This seemed to catch the prince by surprise. "Then you have accepted it?" "As I said earlier, the lords will discuss the matter later."

  "That is the same as rejecting it," Aglarel said. "As 7 said earlier, the council needs to be established at once."

  "Then you must be expecting something to happen soon," Piergeiron said. "Perhaps Waterdeep and Evereska should withdraw our armies."

  Finally, Aglarel's silver eyes flashed in surprise. "Withdraw?"

  "At once," Piergeiron confirmed. "We certainly wouldn't want to interfere with your city's plans."

  Aglarel considered this for a moment, then lowered his gaze. "It is not our intention to drive you from the field," he said. "Let me consult with the enclave."

  Piergeiron smiled. "Of course." He dismissed the prince with a gracious wave. "Take all the time you need. We will." "Yes," Aglarel said, "I am quite sure you will."

  The prince returned the Open Lord's smile, then bowed again and, with a courteous flourish of his dark cape, turned to leave.

  CHAPTER THREE

  9 Mirtul, the Year of Wild Magic

  With so much of Shade Enclave, Villa Dusari struck Galaeron as a monument to the allure of darkness and beauty half-glimpsed. The gates opened into a round courtyard paved in gray pearl-not stone exactly, but not quite glass either. In the center, a small fountain stood bubbling water into a black pool. The colonnade ringing the enclosure was deep and shadowed, with nine arched doorways opening like cave mouths into the house interior. In front of each pillar lay one of the precious urns wealthy Shadovar used for decoration, a hole knocked in one side to let the magic shadow spray gurgle out in a formless knob.

  "A pity," rumbled Aris. The gate had no lintel, so the stone giant had no need to stoop as he stepped into the court. He kneeled and gingerly pinched one of the urns between his thumb and forefinger. "Who would do such a thing?"

  "A sign of mourning," explained their guide, Hadrhune. A slender man dressed in a flowing black robe, he was swaddled in so much shadow magic that at times he seemed to vanish into his own umbral aura. He used the b
lack staff in his hand to point at the half-completed statue beneath Aris's arm and said, "Your work is of suitable quality that no one would object if you replaced them with your own sculptures." The giant nodded. "It would be my privilege."

  "Indeed, it is always a guest's privilege to increase the wealth of his host with treasures of art," Malik said. He sat on the rim of the central basin and drew a disapproving frown from Hadrhune by using his hands to scoop water into his mouth. "May it please you to stay at my house sometime… when the One allows me the funds to purchase one."

  "Until then, it is the hope of the Most High that you will find this one adequate," Hadrhune said. He took the dipper from its hook and pointedly offered it to Malik. "Consider it your home."

  "Indeed?" Ignoring the dipper, Malik wiped his hands on his tunic and studied the courtyard with an appraising eye. "This is a little cramped for Kelda, but-"

  "I am afraid your horse must remain in the stables," Hadrhune sniffed. He turned to Aris and waved his staff around the courtyard. "This is to be Aris's quarters. Will it do? We can have a roof erected, but space so near the palace is at a premium. Outside of the Grand Hall itself, no building in the area is large enough for you."

  "I have no need for a roof, thank you." Aris studied the area with a growing look of discomfort, then tried to hide his disappointment and said, "There is room enough for me to sleep."

  "Do not fear, my large friend," Hadrhune said. "Sleep is all you need do here. The Most High has declared that you may keep your workshop in the goodshouse where you have been staying. He was quite taken with your depiction of Escanor's fight."

  This actually drew a smile from the grim giant. "Then he shall have it when I finish."

  "Arts will fill the city with his work, if you let him," Galaeron said, stepping to Hadrhune's side. "When am I to begin my lessons with the Most High?"

  Hadrhune ran a black thumbnail along a deeply worn groove near the head of his staff. "I thought you would first wish to make yourself comfortable in your new home."

  "It took you a tenday to find this place," Galaeron said. "I have no time to waste."

  "The Most High has been occupied with the war." Hadrhune's amber eyes were burning. "I'm sure you understand."

  "What I understand is that he said he would teach me to control my shadow," Galaeron said, "and that you turn me away every time I present myself."

  Hadrhune's staff rose as though he might strike Galaeron, who felt Vala's hand clamped around his forearm.

  "Galaeron, get a hold of yourself!" She dug her fingers into the underside of his wrist and twisted, forcing him to open his hand and release the hilt he had not realized he was grasping. "If he doesn't want you seeing the Most High, drawing your sword would be just the excuse he needs to see you never do."

  Hadrhune gave Vala a thin smile. "I do want him to learn from the Most High," he said. "We all do."

  Moving more slowly, he waved his staff over their heads and aimed the tip at the gate, where a dark-haired woman dressed in the robe and veil of the Bedine desert people was attempting to sneak into the courtyard. Judging by her kohl-rimmed eyes-all Galaeron could see of her-she was a little older than Vala and not quite as swarthy as the Shadovar.

  "You there," Hadrhune said. "Do you know what we do with thieves in this city?"

  The hint of a cringe flashed across the woman's eyes, then she drew herself up straight. "From all I can tell, you harbor them." She spoke Common without a trace of Bedine accent. She locked gazes with Hadrhune and crossed the courtyard, a silver harp-and-moon pinned to her collar growing visible as she drew near. "I am searching for one rumored to keep company with these people."

  She regarded Galaeron and Vala as though they did not deserve the honor of her gaze, then glanced past Aris's kneecap and into the shadowy depths of the colonnade. Galaeron was not ail that surprised to realize Malik had vanished. The little man had an astonishing capacity for stealth, and he had mentioned his troubles with a certain Harper often enough for Galaeron to guess who this was. Vala caught his eye and barely raised her brow. He flattened his fingers in a signal to wait, and the Bedine Harper looked away, pretending not to see.

  If Hadrhune noticed the woman's discretion, he hid it well. "How did you enter Shade Enclave?"

  Her dark brows arched. "In the usual way," she said. "I have been serving Princes Clariburnus and Brennus as a desert guide, a position arranged in Waterdeep through Laeral Silverhand and Prince Aglarel. If there are closed districts, they did not inform me when they brought me into the city."

  "The district is not closed," Hadrhune clarified, "but it is well guarded." "And you would know everyone who enters?" "Yes," Hadrhune answered.

  A twinkle came to the woman's eyes, and she said, "I think not." Galaeron liked her instantly.

  "Ruha," he said, "it is a waste of your time to look for Malik with us. He is hardly the sort a wise company welcomes for long."

  The witch turned her mocking gaze on Galaeron and said, "If you know who I am, then you must also know I am not so easily fooled. I found his horse in the stables." A small chain of gold dropped out of her sleeve into her cupped hand, though it was done so deftly that Galaeron doubted anyone else had noticed. "A pity-she was such a fine mount."

  "Harper shrew!" Malik screamed. "What have you done to my Kelda?"

  The little man came charging out of the shadows at her back, a stone loaded in his sling and his arm rising to attack. Ruha spun around deftly, holding the golden chain up before him and uttering a common imprisonment spell.

  Galaeron was already halfway through the reversal. He timed his incantation to finish in the same instant as Ruha's, and a bolt of shadow magic rushed up through his body, cold and jolting, raw enough to sting his bones. A cord of brown magic spiraled up Ruha's body, binding her knees to each other and her arms to her sides, then the golden chain vanished from her hands and appeared in Galaeron's.

  Malik loosed the stone in his sling. Galaeron gave the chain a quick tug and jerked Ruha out of the way. The rock sailed past, striking Hadrhune square in the chest The seneschal barely flinched, but Malik's eyes bugged out so far they looked like they might fall from their sockets.

  "Your Darkness, a thousand pardons!" he cried. "But surely a man has a right to defend-" "Enough!" Hadrhune lowered his staff at Malik.

  Galaeron cursed under his breath and raised a hand to cast another spell-only to have Vala slap it down. "Are you mad?"

  Hadrhune spoke a word, and a tiny sphere of shadow shot from the tip and struck the ground at Malik's feet. He cried out and tried to leap away, but the dark circle expanded beneath him. When he came down, he fell in as though it was a hole. The shadow circle drew in on itself and vanished from sight.

  Aris, who had been watching all this from far above, groaned and dropped to a knee, his big hand already reaching for Hadrhune. The seneschal raised his staff overhead and caught the middle of the giant's hand on its tip.

  "There is nothing to be angry about, Aris. Your friend will return shortly."

  "He better." Aris removed some of his hand's weight from the staff, but tried to sound threatening. "I owe him my life."

  "There is no need to pay today, my large friend," Hadrhune said, lowering his staff. "I just wanted time to sort matters out."

  He went to stand in the place Malik had vanished from, then motioned Galaeron to bring Ruha over. "Since you all seem to know of each other, perhaps you would be so kind as to enlighten me?"

  Ruha glared daggers at Galaeron, then, with her hands still bound by the brown cord of magic, said, "I have no business with the elf or his harlot-" "Harlot?" Vala stormed. "I've never taken a copper!"

  She reached for her darksword and started forward, but stopped at a warning dip of Hadrhune's black staff.

  "Let's finish this without bloodshed, shall we?" He turned back to Ruha and asked, "What do you want with Malik?"

  "To take him to Twilight Hall to answer for his crimes." "Which are?"

  "
More murders than I can count, but including that of Rinda and Gwydion, guardians of the evil Cyrinishad, and the theft of that same foul book," Ruha said. "If the Shadovar truly wish to be the good allies to the nations of Faerыn that they claim, you will release me and turn over this miscreant."

  "I assure you, our desire is sincere," Hadrhune said, "but I was not aware that the Harpers controlled so many nations."

  "We control none," Ruha admitted, "and influence many."

  "A distinction we Shadovar understand as well," Hadrhune said, smiling politely. Unlike the grins of the princes and most shadow lords, his did not reveal a mouthful of ceremonial fangs. "We also know there are two sides to every argument. Galaeron, what say you? How would you advise the Most High in this matter?"

  Galaeron considered Hadrhune, recalling his distaste for the little man, then said, "I know what you'd like to hear." "Is that so?" Hadrhune cocked his brow. "Tell me." "Do you think I'm that far into my shadow?" Vala grabbed his arm. "Galaeron…"

  "I know what's right," he said, shaking her off. "I won't betray a loyal companion for access to the palace."

  "Galaeron, Hadrhune's not asking you to betray anyone," Vala said.

  "I am only asking for the truth," Hadrhune said. "If you cannot see that, you are in the grasp of your shadow." Leaving Galaeron to fume, Hadrhune turned and craned his neck up at Aris. "What would you tell the Most High, my friend?"

  Kneeling beside the fountain, the giant still loomed over the Shadovar by half-again his height. "It's true that Malik serves an evil god," Aris said, "but I am lifedebted to him and honor bound to stand with him against any foe." Hadrhune looked to Vala. "And you?" "I wouldn't be here, were it not for him."

  Galaeron still found it difficult to believe that Hadrhune was truly interested in his opinion, but he had no choice except to trust Vala's judgment over his own. He did not feel as though he was in the grasp of his shadow, but neither had he at the Splicing-and he had just cast a spell. "Nor would I," Galaeron agreed. "He's saved us all."

  "For his own reasons," Ruha interjected. "He's been playing you for fools-just as the Shadovar are now."