he time； Pharaun might have studied that point much more closely； tried to determine the degree to which Gromph was aware of their actions； but there was work to do。
A manes demon was hardly the most daunting creature to either summon or control； but it was a demon nonetheless。 He would have to use powerful spells to summon and bind them； all the while maintaining some measure of control over the uridezu captain who gave his name as Raashub。 It had been two long； difficult； and tiring days for Pharaun。 He had taken only enough Reverie to replenish his spells and was doing everything his considerable training allowed him to push his casting to its limit。 The parade of hideous； groveling； snapping sub…demons he brought to the ship's deck began to amaze even himself； and Pharaun hoped that Quenthel and the others were taking note。 Those among them capable of gauging such abilities would have to be impressed； and if they were impressed they would be scared。 So long as they were scared； he would be safe。
As he led a string of the vile…smelling fiends into the gnashing jaws of the demonic ship's hold； Pharaun let his mind wander back to the rest of that sending。 Ryld hadn't made it to Menzoberranzan； but that could mean anything。 He could be dead anywhere between that cave on the World Above and the City of Spiders； or he could still be on his way。 There was no straight line between any two points in the Underdark； and he could be only a few miles as the worm bored from Menzoberranzan and still have a tenday's travel ahead of him。
Ryld might still hold a grudge for Pharaun's having abandoned him all those days before； back in the city； but Pharaun knew he still had a powerful ally in the Master of Melee…Magthere。 The warrior might have fallen under the spell of the First Daughter of House Melarn； but if Halisstra herself still lived； surely she would be on her way to Menzoberranzan herself。 Pharaun couldn't imagine the homeless priestess had anywhere else to go。
Without Ryld at his side； Pharaun had given Quenthel and her draegloth nephew Jeggred as much room as the cramped deck allowed。 They hadn't appreciated Pharaun leaving them to spin while he'd gone to pick up Valas and Danifae first。 Even Valas and Danifae had been surprised by that one； but Pharaun had long ago learned that whenever possible a cautious drow lets his enemies twist for a while； if only to remind them that he can。
Still； the Mistress of Arach…Tinilith had been more than a little displeased； and Jeggred had made another serious attempt at a physical assault。 Quenthel had held him back； if reluctantly； and charged the draegloth with guarding the uridezu。 They were two of the same： demons on the wrong plane； pressed into the service of drow who were ready to take them back to the Abyss that spawned them。 Pharaun let himself sigh at that thought。 He knew it was a bad idea on its surface； going to the Abyss； but they had passed up the acceptable a long time before。 They were in new territory。 They were headed for the Spider Queen herself； and right when Lolth seemed least inclined to greet them。
Pharaun was sure he wasn't the only one who had second thoughts about the expedition； even as strenuously as he'd argued for their going forward。 For a Master of Sorcere； it was a mission that could make him Archmage of Menzoberranzan。 For her part； Quenthel had already achieved the highest post she could hope for。 As Mistress of Arach…Tinilith； Quenthel was the spiritual leader of all Menzoberranzan and the second most powerful female in the city。 Some would argue that she was indeed more powerful than her sister Triel。
Of all drow under Faerun； she would surely be weled into Lolth's domain…assuming there was either a Lolth or a Demonweb Pits at all anymore…but still the high priestess was on edge。 Her normally stern countenance had gone nearly rigid； and her movements were jerky and twitching。 Any talk of the journey ahead made her pace around the deck； all but oblivious to the lesser demons that often snapped at her or reached out to grab her。
Even Pharaun； cynical as he was； didn't want to believe that the Mistress of Arach…Tinilith might be losing her faith。
The fact that Jeggred also noticed Quenthel's unease didn't make the wizard feel any better。 The draegloth's expressions weren't always easy to read； though the half…demon was the least intellectually capable of the party； but since ing to the Lake of Shadows…perhaps even before…Jeggred had looked at his aunt quite differently。 He could see her agitation； though he might have thought it fear； and he didn't like it。 He didn't like it at all。
Pharaun closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the last of the day's manes went down the ship's gullet。 He felt tired enough to sleep like a human。 Without even bothering to cross the deck to the place where he'd set his pack； Pharaun sank to the fleshy planks and sat。
〃Before you slip into Reverie；〃 Valas Hune said from behind him； 〃we should discuss practical concerns。〃
Pharaun turned to look at the Bregan D'aerthe scout and offered him a twisted smile。
〃Practical concerns？〃 the wizard asked。 〃At this point I'm too tired for any kind of concerns 。 。 。 other than 。 。 。 the 。 。 。 ones that are 。 。 。〃
Pharaun closed his eyes and shook his head。
〃Are you all right？〃 the scout asked； his tone fortably devoid of real concern。
〃My wit has failed me；〃 Pharaun replied。 〃I must be tired indeed。〃
The scout nodded。
〃We'll need supplies；〃 he said； addressing all four of them。
Quenthel didn't look up； and Jeggred only glanced away from the chained demon for a second。
The draegloth shrugged and said； 〃I can eat the captain。〃
Pharaun didn't bother to look at the uridezu for a response； and the demon； sensibly； didn't offer one。
〃Well； I can't；〃 Valas replied。 〃Neither can the rest of us。〃
〃There will be no opportunity to stop along the way？〃 Danifae asked。
Pharaun regarded the beautiful； enigmatic battle…captive with a smile and said； 〃We'll travel from this lake across the Fringe and into the Shadow Deep。 From there to the endless Astral。 From there to the Abyss。 Any roadhouses along the way will be 。。。 unreliable to say the least。〃
〃Which is to say；〃 Valas cut in； 〃that there won't be any。〃
〃What did you have in mind； Valas？〃 Pharaun asked。 〃How much are we talking about？〃
The scout made a show of shrugging and turned to Quenthel to ask； 〃How long will we be away？〃
Quenthel almost recoiled from the question； and Jeggred turned to stare daggers at her back for a heartbeat or two before returning his attention to the captured uridezu。
〃One month；〃 Pharaun answered for her； 〃sixteen days； three hours； and forty…four minutes 。 。 。 give or take sixteen days； three hours； and forty…four minutes。〃
Quenthel stared hard at Pharaun； her face blank。
〃I thought your wit had abandoned you； Master of Sorcere；〃 Danifae said。 She turned to Quenthel。 〃An impossible question to answer precisely； I understand； Mistress； but I assume an educated guess will do？〃
She looked at Valas； her white eyebrows arched high on her smooth black forehead。 Valas nodded； still looking at Quenthel。
〃The simple fact is that I have no idea；〃 the Mistress of Arach…Tinilith said finally。
The rest of the drow raised eyebrows。 Jeggred's eyes narrowed。 It wasn't what any of them expected her to say。
None of us do；〃 she went on； ignoring the reaction； 〃which is precisely why we're going in the first place。 Lolth will do with us as she pleases once we are in the Demonweb Pits。 If we must be supplied； then we will need supplies for the length of our journey there and perhaps our journey back。 If Lolth chooses to provide for us while we're there； so be it。 If not； we will need no sustenance； at least none that can be had in this world。〃
The high priestess wrapped her hands around her arms and hugged herself close。 All of them saw her shiver with undisguised dread。
Pharaun was too taken aback to see the further reactions of the others。 A low； rumbling growl from Jeggred finally drew his attention； and he looked over to see the draegloth's eyes locked on Quenthel； who was successfully ignoring her Abyssal nephew。
〃You talk like humans；〃 the draegloth growled。 〃You speak of the Abyss as if it was some feral dog you think might nip at your rumps； so you never rise from your chairs。 You forget that for you； the Abyss has been a hunting ground； though you do most of your hunting from across the planes。 Are you drow？ Masters of this world and the next？ Or are you 。 。 。〃
Jeggred stopped； his jaw and throat tight； and returned his steely gaze to the uridezu。 The demon captain looked away。
〃You assume much； honored draegloth；〃 Danifae said； her clear voice echoing across the still water。 〃It is not fear that prepares us for our journey； I'm sure； but necessity。〃
Jeggred turned slowly but didn't look at Danifae。 Instead； his eyes once more found the Mistress of Arach…Tinilith。 Quenthel appeared； to Pharaun's eyes at least； to have succumbed to the Reverie。 Jeggred blew a short