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."I did that to shut you up." Kalen's eyes were cold."What were you doing there?""I—" she said."You don't understand."Kalen scowled."Never mind," he said."You'd only lie anyway.Just.just shut up.""You could kiss me again," she thought of saying, but stopped with a shiver.Kalen's face was hard and his eyes were those of a warrior.Those of a killer.No use being ingratiating or alluring.She would just keep her mouth shut for now.s, A woman in armor ran past, and when they heard rhe muffled voices inside Lorien's chamber, rhey recognized Araezra Hondyl."Gods," the valabrar said."What happened?""Murder—gods above!" a man said."Lady Nathalan.oh, gods, her closest friend!""Did you see it? You saw the murder?""Nay, but.Vigilant Dren.He was here, you could.""Dren?" The valabrar sounded shocked."Kalen Dren, my aide?""Time to go," Cellica murmured.She'd wedged herself inro the alcove near Kalen's leg, and she darted out.Kalen, shoving Fayne roughly along, followed her around the balcony to look down into the chaotic courtyard.Cellica was looking for Myrin, Fayne realized.Kalen was just glowering."Are those yours?" Kalen demanded, waving at the intruders.Fayne could only shake her head, complerely at a loss.Whoever had sent these men to the temple, it hadn't been her.Near the entrance, Kalen saw a knot of guardsmen and Watchmen rallying around Bors Jarthay.The commander—whose drunkenness had been mostly an act—knocked one man out with his handflask pipe and drew a surprisingly long blade out of his billowing shirt.Commander Kleeandur was there too, barking orders to cut off exits and trap the chaos inside."I don't see her!" Cellica cried.The more Watch that arrived, the fewer rogues remained.But the nobles began dueling, and that perpetuated the brawl.Lady Wildfire, surrounded by a dozen noblemen fighting over the right to prorect her, tired of the commotion, brained one of the lordlings with her jeweled purse, and fled of her own power.Talantress Roaringhorn was conspicuously absent, and dozens of nobles cried out in search of one another amidst the din.Kalen saw black-garbed figures slipping out of the courtyard, hooded ladies in their grasp.They moved south into the temple plaza.Cellica followed his gaze and pointed at the kidnappers."What are you going to do?"Kalen pushed Fayne roughly at the halfling and took his helmet in his hands.He slid it over his head."Kalen, you have no sword," the halfling said."You can't—"He pulled the daggers from his belt.He looked across the courtyard as though judging the distance to one of the high windows."Wait, Kalen!" Fayne caught his hand, and he glared at her.His eyes burned.She swallowed a sudden rush of fear."You.saved my life," she said."You stupid girl!" Kalen slammed his fist, dagger and all, into the wall beside her head.The blade rang against the stone, deafening her."What the Hells did you think you were doing?"Fayne was stunned."Kalen, I—""Shut up.I'm tired of it," he said."You're a spoiled child playing games.Just a stupid fool who thinks there aren't consequences to your pranks—that people don't die.""Kalen," Cellica said, casting her eyes down, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.Fayne trembled."Please don't," she said."Please, Kalen—I'm sorry!But Kalen's eyes were cold."Begone," he said."I want nothing to do with you.Now, pardon," he said as he locked his helm in place, "but I have someone worthwhile to save."He ran for the opposite end of the courtyard, leaping from table to table around battles, his enchanted boots guiding him.Screams went up in the courtyatd from startled nobles, and a few wary Watchmen fired crossbows in his direction.The bolts cut through his cloak and one cut open his left arm, but he did not falter.When he gained the far window, he paused and looked back—his colorless gaze cut into Fayne.Then he turned, cloak swirling, and was gone.Fayne, shocked, pulled herself away from Cellica.She drew out her wand—the wand she could use to hide herself from the world, as she had always done—and glared."I'm sorry," Cellica said.The halfling rubbed her hands together."Kalen.he—wait!"The halfling staggered as Fayne turned her gaze on her and whispered a word of dark magic.Cellica pawed blearily at her face and seemed unable to see Fayne, who had pulled away and hurried down the stairs toward the brawl.Her longer legs meant Cellica could not catch her.As she went, she growled."Didn't warn me about this, Father."Avaereene paused when they had run two blocks, to see how many of her men followed.It didn't matter—she held the wealthiest prize in her own arms—but every noble lass taken prisoner was more coin for the Sightless.She was pleased to see that a dozen had escaped, carrying half that many girls among them.Not all of her men had made it, but desperate men were plentiful in Downshadow she could always hire more.The lead man stopped at her side.He carried an unconscious Hawkwinter in his arms, head hooded, moaning up a squall through her gag.Though the face was hidden, Avaereene knew all the nobles in Waterdeep by figure as well as face.She had an excellent memory."Where, mistress?" asked her lieutenant.They were panting from exertion.Avaereene wasn't breathing hard—she wasn't breathing at all, as she hadn't had to for almost a century."The sewers—keep a low cloak," she said."I shall follow with haste."The man nodded and directed the other stealthy kidnappers to follow him.Downshadow men, all of them, and useful enough, even if scarred and ugly."Hasn't the spellplague warped us all?" she murmured.She thought of the horror lurking inside her and grinned."Some more than others."Avaereene stepped into an alley, where she found her employerstepping out of a bank of shadows.His cowl hid most of his face, but she knew he was a half-elf.And while he was not dead, neither was he alive.He was something like her."Well accomplished," he said, indicating the girl in her arms."Give her to me.""The gold, first." The blue-headed girl started to moan in her arms as Avaereene began to draw the life from her like a sponge from a pool of water."Or she dies."His face held no emotion."Very well." He gestured, and a pouch appeared from his sleeve, heavy with coin.His black eyes never left the girl's face.Instinct told Avaereene to grasp the reward while it was there, but pragmatism stayed her."Such a curious thing," Avaereene said."To pay so much for a girl with no family or connections.I do not even know who she is, and I've spent more than a century in Waterdeep."Her employer reached out silently and stroked the girl's temple with his gloved hand.Then he looked up, over A^aereene's shoulder, and she swore she saw his face for half an instant.His lips had drawn back in a hideous grimace, and his teeth seemed very long."Shadowbane," he hissed, more like a serpent than a man [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]