Finally she opened her eyes to find her thoughts clear and vitality tinnotgling in her limbs。 The servants helped her don new raiment。 They said it was for a meeting with Triel。
Faeryl considered taking her war hammer along； then thought better of it。 If her rehabilitation was an elaborate prank； if the Baenre was sumnotmoning her to further torment； the weapon wouldn't save her。
Her legs still the least bit unsteady； she followed a male through the endnotless corridors of the Great Mound。 Eventually he opened the door to a small but lavishly decorated room。
Triel sat at the table in the center of the space； with two bodyguards standing against the wall behind her。 Faeryl inferred that this was a chamnotber the matron used when she wished to palaver away from the formal trappings of her court。
The Baenre rose and took her prisoner's hands。
〃My child；〃 Triel said； 〃I rejoice to see you。 Some folk said you wouldn't recover； but I never doubted it。 I knew you were strong； a true drow princess favored of Lolth。〃
〃Thank you； Matron；〃 said Faeryl； thoroughly perplexed。
Triel conducted her a chair。
〃You'll be glad to know we caught them；〃 the matron said。
〃Them？〃
〃The brigands who waylaid you and murdered your followers； who left you for dead in that place where my servant Valas found you。 I supervised the executions myself。〃
Faeryl was beginning to prehend her situation。 For some reason； Triel had forgiven her her disobedience。 The Zauvirr could go free； her honor and rank restored； but there was a catch。 Henceforth； she would have to endorse the fiction that Triel was in no way responsible for any of her misfortunes。 For after all； the sovereign of Menzoberranzan was a pernotfect being； whom the Spider Queen herself had exalted above all others。 How； then； could she possibly make a mistake？ It rankled a little； but Faeryl was more than willing to embrace the lie to avoid a return to the dungeon。
〃Thank you； Matron；〃 she said。 〃Thank you with all my heart。〃 Triel waved her hand； and a servant brought wine。 〃Do you still want to go home？〃 the Baenre asked。
Pharaun had been summoned to a good many audiences in the course of his checkered career； and it had been his experience that no matter how urgent the occasion； one generally wound up parked in an antechamber for a while。 Matron Baenre's waiting area was considerably more lavish than most； and in ordinary circumstances； he would have amused himself by passing esthetic judgment on the decor。 Instead he had to address annotother matter； for when he arrived； Ryld was sitting on a chair in the corner； half hidden behind a marble statue。
The carving depicted a beautiful female doing something unpleasant to a deep gnome； for the greater glory of the Dread Queen of Spiders； one assumed。
The Mizzrym hadn't spoken to his friend since the slaughter of the renenotgades。 He supposed the time had e。 But first he paid his respects to Quenthel； who； much to her annoyance； was being kept waiting as well。 The mage then bowed to a stern…faced drow male； looking ill at ease and out of place in rough outdoorsman's clothes and ugly trinkets。 Pharaun didn't know him。
〃Valas Hune；〃 the warrior said； 〃of Bregan D'aerthe。〃
Pharaun introduced himself； then strolled toward the Master of Melee…Magthere。
〃Ryld！〃 the wizard said。 〃Good afternoon！ Have you any idea why the Council summoned us？〃
The burly swordsman rose and said； 〃No。〃
〃To shower us with honors； one assumes。 How are you？〃
〃Alive。〃
〃I rejoice to hear it。 I was concerned because I could tell that warrior's trance strained even your constitution。〃
For a moment； the two masters regarded one another in silence。
〃My friend；〃 Pharaun said； having lowered his voice。 〃I truly regret what happened。〃
〃What you did was tactically sound；〃 said Ryld。 〃It was what any sennotsible drow would have done。 1 hold no grudge。〃
The wizard looked into weapons master's eyes and realized that for the first time； he couldn't read him。
Perhaps Ryld meant what he was saying； but it was just as likely he was lying； lulling his betrayer's suspicions to facilitate some eventual revenge。 Thus； while Pharaun might continue to observe the forms of their long friendship； he could never trust his fellow master again。
For a moment he felt a pang of loss； but he quashed the sensation。 Friendship and trust were for lesser races。 They weakened a dark elf； and he was better off without them。
Pharaun gave Ryld an affectionate clap on the shoulder； just as he had a thousand times before。
When the tall doors opened； all eight Matrons of the Council sat ennotthroned and illuminated on an eight…tiered pyrami