in silence with the draegloth never far from her side； apparently unfazed by her surroundings。 〃So was Vhaeraun。〃
Valas nodded and said； 〃There are other pieces； though； and there are things that don't look like armor。〃
〃The mechanical bits；〃 Pharaun interjected。 〃I've noticed those too。〃
〃Mechanical bits？〃 the young priestess asked。
Pharaun continued walking as he said； 〃The odd moving part。 I've seen hinges and things that seem to act almost like a joint； like a shoulder or knee joint in a drow's body but with wires or other contraptions in place of muscles。〃
〃Now that you mention it；〃 Valas said； 〃some of them did look like legs or arms。〃
〃Who cares？〃 the draegloth grumbled。 〃Are you two really wasting your time examining the garbage？ Do you have no understanding of what's happened here？〃
〃I think we have at least a rudimentary understanding of what's gone on here； Jeggred； yes；〃 Pharaun said。 〃By 'examining the garbage；' as you so eloquently put it； we might gain some understanding beyond the point where it can still be described as rudimentary。 Alas； that's not a state of mind with which you tend to be familiar with yourself； but those of us with higher…〃
The air was forced out of Pharaun's lungs in a single painful grunt。 The draegloth was on top of him； smashing him into a crumbling pile of bricks that had once been part of a soaring cathedral。 The wizard brought to mind a spell that didn't require speech but stopped himself from casting it when Danifae's voice echoed across the temple grounds。
〃Jeggred；〃 she manded； 〃leave it。〃
It was a mand someone might give a pet rat distracted by a cave beetle。 As the draegloth withdrew and Pharaun struggled to his feet； he wondered which was a greater insult； Jeggred smashing him to the ground or Danifae's rude remark。 The Master of Sorcere brushed off his piwafwi； did his best with the wild mop his hair had bee； and cleared his throat。
〃Ah； Jeggred； my boy；〃 the wizard said； letting the sarcasm drip freely； 〃was it something I said？〃
〃Next time you talk to me like that； mage；〃 he draegloth growled； 〃your heart will follow Ryld Argith's through my bowels。〃
Pharaun tried not to laugh and said； 〃Charming as always。〃
〃e； Jeggred；〃 Danifae said； waving the draegloth into step behind her。
Pharaun finished assembling himself； and as he was about to move on he stopped and turned； having caught someone looking at him from the corner of his eye。 Quenthel Baenre stood partially blocked by another huge； jagged hunk of steel。 The look the wizard saw on her face was ice cold； and if they had been back in Menzoberranzan it would surely have presaged Danifae's death。
After the echoes from Dyrr's last； barely…coherent shout finally died away； came a moment of almost plete silence。 The lich hung in the still air； trembling with rage。 Gromph took a moment to survey the ruined Bazaar。
The fires had burned themselves out； and the smoke slowly dissipated。 Dozens of stalls； tents； and carts were ruined…burned or shattered。 Great cracks and pits had been dug into the stone floor； which was scorched in large swaths of dusty black。
A few whispered words drifted across the otherwise quiet space； and Gromph saw a few inquisitive…and unwise…drow beginning to wander into the edges of the ruined marketplace。 They had sensed that the duel had e to an end； but Gromph knew how wrong they were。 Something； and it wasn't only Gromph's ability to outthink him； had scared Nimor off； had given the Anointed Blade the impression that he had lost。
Why did Nimor abandon the fight； Archmage？ Nauzhror asked。 What does he know？
Find out； Gromph ordered then turned his attention to Dyrr。
〃We can finish this now； if you like；〃 Gromph said。
The lich took a deep； shuddering breath and shook his head。
〃It's as it should be；〃 the archmage added。
〃I suppose it is； my young friend；〃 the lich answered； his voice steady。 〃You； the highest ranking wizard in Menzoberranzan； and me； the most powerful。 It's only symmetrical that we eventually face each other。 Power abhors that sort of imbalance。〃
〃I don't know；〃 Gromph answered with a shrug。 〃I don't consider balance。 I worship a demon。 I serve chaos。〃
Dyrr's answer was to begin casting a spell。 Gromph stepped back and used his staff to levitate； hopping a dozen feet up into the air and hovering there。 He looked down and could see a small group of drow…fifteen or twenty and mostly older males…begin sifting through the ruined stalls。 They must have been the merchants themselves； finally unable to stay away； not knowing the fate of their livelihoods。
Gromph thought to warn them off but didn't。 He didn't want to。
Dyrr finished his spell； and at first it looked as if the lich burst。 He grew； ballooning up to twice； then three； then four times his normal size and bigger。 He changed in every conceivable physical way and dropped from the air with a resounding crash that made the merchants scatter back past the edges of the Bazaar。 Gromph watched the bystanders gape in awe and fear at what Dyrr had bee。
It's a gigant； Nauzhror said。 A blackstone gigant。
Gromph sighed。 He knew what it was that Dyrr had turned himself into。
Under normal circumstances； a blackstone gigant was a construct； created by priestesses of any number of dark faiths to be used as servants； guardians； assassins； or instruments of war。 Carved from solid blocks of stone； they were formidable creatures that could destroy a whole city if left unchecked。 What Dyrr had done was change his form from his normally thin； aged drow frame to the form of a gigant。 In the process he had bee； for all intents and purposes； that new creature。
The gigant was easily forty feet long from the top of its massive； drowlike head to the tip of its curling； wormlike tail。 It had four sets of long arms with drowlike hands big enough to close over Gromph entirely； though the hands were oddly twisted with three multi…jointed fingers ending in black talons not unlike Nimor's。 The lich had opted to retain his black coloration； but the creature's eyes blazed a bright blue。 Shafts of light extended from them； cutting through the haze of smoke that still hung in the air。 It opened its mouth and revealed fangs the size of short swords； set in rows。 Slime dripped from its twisted lower lip。 It was in constant motion； twitching and squirming like a maggot。 The weight of it dragged ragged scars in the floor； and the sound of grinding； cracking stone overwhelmed all other sounds。
The creature started to destroy everything it could reach； and it could reach a lot。 What merchants' stalls were still intact and unburned were ground to splinters under the colossal beast's raw tonnage。 The once curious merchants ran for their lives； but as the gigant writhed across the Bazaar； it rolled over one fleeing drow after another。 When it rolled on to reveal them once again； instead of the mass of unrecognizable paste Gromph expected to see； there was left behind an array of what looked at first like statues。 The petrified forms of a score of drow lay perfectly still； scattered across the ruined Bazaar。 The touch of the gigant had turned them to stone。
Its fit of destructive rage finished； the gigant turned its attention to Gromph。 The shafts of light from its eyes fell on the archmage； illuminating him where he hovered a dozen yards above the floor of the Bazaar。
Gromph cast a spell as the gigant came at him； gnashing its massive fangs and petrifying a handful more of the careless drow merchants。 The spell made Gromph difficult to see。 His form became cloudy； indistinct； and he dropped quickly to the ground。 The boots he was wearing would help him run faster than any drow。 Difficult to see and moving fast； Gromph managed to stay out of the raging gigant's way。
〃Can you hear me； Dyrr？〃 Gromph called out。
The lich didn't answer。 Gromph wasn't sure if he could in his current state。 The gigant growled and gnashed its teeth and came at him again。 Gromph literally ran in circles in an effort to contain the dangerous beast in the Bazaar。 Any living thing it touched turned to stone； and too many Menzoberranyr had perished already。 If the siege truly was ing to an end； it was time for the wasteful killing to stop too。
〃Dyrr； answer me；〃 Gromph tried again； but again there was no response。
Instead； the gigant glanced down at the petrified drow left in its wake。 When the beam of light from its eyes played on their stone forms； the rock…hard drow lurched into motion。 The petrified merchants drew themselves up； staggering slowly like zombies； and each one turned its head up to regard the gigant as if listening for orders。 Dust fell from them in gently wafting clouds。
The gigant hissed at each of them； and as it did so one after another of the animated statues turned to face Gromph and began to stagger slowly toward him。
Gromph could move many times faster than the petrified drow； but there were a lot of them： a dozen； then more； and he knew that eventually he would have to do something about the blackstone gigant