ve。 With the net still tightening every second； it was just as hard to withdraw the article as it had been to reach it。 He exnotperimented to see if he could possibly fumble it through the proper mysnottical pass。
Such a cramped； tiny motion was neither easy nor natural for him。 He was accustomed to conjure with a certain flair； making sweeping； dramatic gestures。 Yet he had on occasion practiced making the signs as small as posnotsible。 It was good for his control and had a few times allowed him to cast a spell without an adversary realizing what he was about。 So he had some hope of properly manipulating the glove。 If only the web wasn't so con…strictive or his hand so dead and awkward。
〃Excuse me；〃 Greyanna said； then suspended the conversation to read from her scroll。
It was of course divine magic； not arcane； and Pharaun didn't recognize all the words。 The effect； however； was unmistakable。 The rapier jerked and fell to the ground with a clank。 The masked wizard stepped forward and scooped it up。 Pharaun was content at least with the fact that the rapier's peculiar enchantment would make it impossible for Greyanna's henchman to turn the weapon on him…at least not for an hour or so。
Pharaun recognized the mage； whose high； wide forehead and small； pointed chin were unmistakable。 Pharaun had always thought they made the other mage's head look like an egg。 He was Relonor Vrinn； an able wizard and longtime Mizzrym retainer。 He was still wearing his silk sash with the spell foci tucked inside and an eight…pointed gold brooch securnoting it。
Scimitars in hand； the warriors approached the net。 Judging from their smiles； they'd decided there was nothing to fear and were looking forward to beating the two prisoners unconscious。
Pharaun was not yet satisfied with his employment of the glove； but he was rather clearly out of time。 He would just have to try the pass and see if it worked。 He shifted the focus one more time； meanwhile reciting an incantation under his breath。
A giant hand； radiant and translucent； appeared beneath the net。 The instantaneous addition of another object lodged inside jerked the mesh even tighter。 Pharaun knew the jolt was ing； but he cried out anyway。
The pain only intensified when； responding to the wizard's unspoken mand； the hand hurtled twenty…five feet into the air； carrying the net and its prisoners along。 For a moment； Pharaun feared he would black out； but the pressure eased。 As he'd hoped； and despite the best sliding； bunchnoting efforts of the web of ropes； his own weight was dragging him free。 He shoved and thrashed to speed the process along。
When he was able； he looked over at Ryld。 The hulking warrior was wrestling free of the net as well； though he lost hold of Splitter doing it。 The great sword fell point first； narrowly missed plunging through one of the Mizzrym warriors； and stuck pommel up in the smooth stone surface of the street。
〃We have to fall；〃 said Ryld。 〃If we just float here； they'll shoot and magic us to pieces。〃
〃Let's go；〃 Pharaun replied。
The masters released their holds and plummeted。 One of the soldiers hit Ryld with an arrow； but the missile failed to penetrate his armor。 A ball of flame exploded in the air； but Relonor had aimed too high； and the blast only made his targets flinch。 Pharaun used his House insignia to slow his descent just a little。 He thought that otherwise he'd break his legs。
As a result； he saw Ryld…who possessed a similar levitating talisman； his bearing the sigil of Melee…Magthere…reach the ground a moment ahead of him。 The Master of Melee…Magthere tucked into a ball； rolled； sprang up with short sword in hand； and lunged at the soldier who'd loosed the arrow。 The masked male leaped backward； dropped his bow； and whipped his scimitar out of its scabbard again。 While he was so ennotgaged； Ryld yanked Splitter out of the ground。
Pharaun landed。 Despite his attempt to cushion the impact； it slammed up his legs and sent him staggering。 As he fought to recover his balance； he noticed Relonor swirling his hands in a star…shaped pattern。
As the Master of Sorcere lurched upright； the other mage pleted his incantation。 A long； angular reptilian thing sprang from the palms of the older drow's outstretched hands as if they were the doorway to another world。 Wreathed in flowing blue flame； the monster charged Pharaun。
Relonor was a gifted mage but no marvel as a tactician。 In the excitenotment of the moment； he'd reflexively cast his favorite spell； and characternotistically for a Mizzrym retainer； it was an illusion。 He'd forgotten that his foe； born in the same House； might well recognize