ch； rhythm and movement。
When the feeling came upon her； Halisstra stopped dancing。 The other priestesses took no notice of her。 They didn't even pause； let alone stop their joyous ritual。
Halisstra stumbled out of the circle and made her way quickly and with a sense of impending doom back to where she had left Ryld。 The weapons master wasn't included in the circles of priestesses； and she could tell that was wearing on him。 Halisstra was gone hours at a time； and returned to questions she couldn't always answer。 She had no way to be sure Ryld loved her…she wasn't entirely certain yet what 〃love〃 was； though she thought she was learning； but the warrior stayed。 He stayed there in the cold； light…ravaged forest with her； surrounded by worshipers of what to him must have still felt like a traitor goddess。
She staggered into the cool； dark chamber they shared； interrupting him in a meditative exercise she'd seen him do before。 He was standing on his hands； eyes closed； toes pointed； legs bent back at the knee。 The weapons master held that position for hours sometimes。 Halisstra couldn't do it for more than a second or two。
He opened his eyes when she came in and must have seen something in her expression。 He rolled forward in a single； smooth motion and was on his feet。 There was no sign he was dizzy or disoriented。
〃Halisstra；〃 he said； 〃what happened？〃
She opened her mouth to reply； but no words would e。
〃Something happened；〃 he said； and he looked around the room。
〃Ryld； I 。。。〃 she started to say； then watched as he began to arm himself。
He grabbed Splitter…his enormous greatsword…first then quickly buckled his sheathed short sword to his belt。 He had his armor in his hands when she touched his arm to stop him。 His skin felt warm； almost hot； but there was no sweat。 Deep black skin was stretched over muscles so hard he felt as if he were chiseled from stone。
〃No；〃 she said； shaking the cobwebs from her head finally； 〃stop it。〃
He stopped； and looked at her； waiting。 She could see the impatience in his eyes； impatience mixed with frustration。
〃What is it？〃 he asked； and she could see him prehending even as he spoke。
She smiled and he sighed。
〃It's Danifae；〃 she said finally。 〃I can't feel her anymore。 The Binding has been broken。〃
His eyes widened； and she could tell he was surprised。 Not surprised； necessarily； that the Binding had been broken； but it was as if he were expecting to hear something else。
〃What does that mean； exactly？〃 he asked； leaning his breastplate against the wall next to the bed they shared。
Halisstra shook her head。
〃She died？〃 he asked with no trace of emotion。
〃Yes；〃 Halisstra replied。 〃Maybe。〃
〃Why does that frighten you？〃
Halisstra stepped back…was literally taken aback by that question； though it was a logical one。
〃Why does that frighten me？〃 she repeated。 〃It frightens me 。。。 concerns me； that she's free of me。 One way or the other； I'm no longer her mistress； and she's no longer my battle…captive。〃
Ryld frowned； shrugged； and asked； 〃Why does that matter to you？〃
She opened her mouth to respond and again could form no words。
〃I mean；〃 the weapons master went on； 〃I'm not sure your new friends would approve anyway； would they？ Do these trait…I mean； other 。 。 。 these priestesses even take battle…captives？〃
She smiled； and he turned away； pretending to be deeply involved in returning Splitter to its ready position under their bed。
〃They aren't traitor priestesses； Ryld；〃 she said。
He hung his head briefly in response then sat down on the bed and looked at her。
〃Yes they are；〃 he said； his voice as flat and as beaten as his eyes。 〃They're traitors to their race； as surely as we are。 The question I keep asking myself now is； is it so bad to be a traitor？〃
Halisstra stepped to him and knelt。 Draping her hands on his knees。 He put out a hand and brushed her long white hair from her black cheek…the gesture seemed almost instinctive。
〃It's not；〃 she said； her voice barely audible even in the quiet of their little room。 〃It's not so bad。 We can really only be traitors to ourselves anyway； and I think we're both finally being true to ourselves 。 。 。 and each other。〃
Halisstra's heart sank when she saw the look on his face； his only response to those words。 He didn't believe her； but she couldn't help thinking he wanted to。
〃How does it feel？〃 he asked her。
She didn't understand and told him so with a twitch of her head。
〃Not being able to feel the Binding？〃 he said。
She shifted her weight onto her hip； sitting on the floor； and leaned her head against his strong leg。
〃I can feel everything about my old life being replaced piece by piece with something new。〃
He touched her again； one finger gently tracing the line of her shoulder。 Her flesh thrilled at his touch。
〃Lolth has been replaced by Eilistraee；〃 she said。 〃Dark has been replaced by light。 Suspicion has been replaced by acceptance。 Hate has been replaced by love。〃
An unfamiliar warmth and wetness filled her eyes。 She was crying。
〃Are you all right？〃 he asked； his voice a concerned whisper。
Halisstra wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded。
〃Hate；〃 she repeated； 〃has been replaced by love； and apparently slavery has been replaced by freedom。〃
〃Or was it that life was replaced by death？〃 Ryld asked。
Halisstra sighed。
〃Maybe it was；〃 she answered； 〃but either way； she's free。 She's gone to whatever afterlife awaits her。 For her sake； I hope it's not that empty； ruined shell of the Demonweb Pits。 Maybe she still wanders the Underdark； alive and strong。 Alive and free； or dead and free； she's free just the same。〃
〃Free。 。 。 。〃 Ryld repeated； as if he'd never spoken the word before and needed practice at it。
They sat like that for a long time until Halisstra's legs started to grow stiff and Ryld sensed her disfort。 He lifted her into the bed and drew her close to him as if she weighed nothing at all。 His embrace was like a shell around her； a life…sustaining cocoon。
〃We have to go back；〃 she whispered。
His embrace tightened。
〃It's not what you're thinking；〃 she whispered because she knew he wanted to go back underground and never e back。 〃The time has finally e to find Quenthel and her expedition。〃
〃And stop them？〃 he asked； the words touching her neck with each exhalation of his hot breath。
〃No；〃 she whispered。
〃Follow them？〃 he said into her hair； his hand pressed into the small of her back。
Halisstra moved into the warrior until she felt as if she were flattening herself against him； disappearing into his night…black skin。
〃Yes；〃 she said。 〃They'll take us with them； whether they want to or not。 They'll take us to Lolth； and we can end it。〃
Halisstra knew that he began to make love to her then because he didn't want to think about it； and she let him because she didn't want to think about it either。
Pharaun stood at the rail of the ship of chaos； staring into the empty darkness of the Lake of Shadows； because he couldn't think of anything else to do。 Valas and Danifae hadn't returned from their supply mission； he had fed the ship enough petty demons to satisfy it； the uridezu captain was cowed and quiet； and there was no sign of Aliisza。
The Master of Sorcere went over their conversation again in his mind and was still convinced that the alu…fiend had managed to tell him nothing but had gone away having learned nothing from him。 Still； she'd found him and had seen the ship。 She knew where they were going and what they hoped to acplish there…but anyone who'd been at the fall of Ched Nasad could figure that out easily enough。
He put the alu…fiend out of his mind and peered deeper into the darkness； though there was still nothing to see。 Pharaun didn't have to turn around to know that Quenthel was sitting against the rail； absently chatting in some kind of silent telepathy with the bound imps that gave her venomous whip its evil intelligence。 He couldn't imagine the substance of a conversation someone might have with a demon trapped in the body of a snake that was stuck to the end of a whip。
Whatever they talked about； it didn't seem to be helping Quenthel。 The high priestess； as far as Pharaun could tell； was going quietly mad。 She had always been sullen and temperamental； but recently she had bee 。 。 。 twitchy。
Her half…demon nephew grew angrier and angrier the more bored he became。 Jeggred sent a large portion of his hatred out through his eyes and into the uridezu。 Raashub did an admirable job of ignoring him。
Something caught Pharaun's attention； movement out of the corner of his eye； and he stepped back from the rail as an emaciated； soaking…wet rat scurried along the bone…and…cartilage rail in front of him。
Pharaun watched the rat run； absently wondering where it thought it was going。
Anywhere dry； he thought。
Noises echoed from behind him…Jeggred fidgeting。
Pharaun stepped back to the rail an