creased with sorrow. Every aspect of the apparition cried out despair, from its drooping shoulders to the listless way it held its dagger.
A dagger that was thrust, hilt-deep, into its own chest.
As the eyes of the undead officer met Ryld's, the tide of emo-tions rose above the weapons master's head, drowning him in de-spair. With it came a voice - a telepathic voice, for the officer was still muttering, and the movements of the ghost's mouth bore no relation to the words that pounded into Ryld's mind.
It is finished,the voice moaned.Our army is defeated. It was our duty to die in defense of Lord Velar, yet we few did not fall. We cannot return to him in disgrace. Only one course remains open to us - one path that leads to honor. We must take our place beside those who have already fallen. Like them, we must die.
The words echoed in Ryld's mind.
Die. . . die. . . die. We must die. We must take our place beside the others, it is your duty. You must die. . .
Rooted to the spot by the intensity of the command, Ryld tried to obey. He turned Splitter, holding it by the blade and placing the hilt on the ground between his feet. All he had to do was lean for-ward, and his agony would be at an end. His honor, hanging in tat-ters like the banners of his fallen army, would be restored.
Letting his head droop, Ryld stared down at his hands - and the point of the blade he held between them. He leaned forward until the magically keen blade punched through his breastplate to prick his chest, and felt the eyes of his commanding officer watching him approvingly. All he had to do was allow his weight to fall forward, and the defeat of the army of Lord Velar would be ...
Ryld's eye was caught by a ring on the finger of his own left hand. Shaped like a small, twisting dragon, it was obviously an insignia of some sort. The army of Lord Velar had been laid low by dragons - what was a ring shaped like one of those foul creatures doing on his finger? It was just plainwrong. . .
No . . . the ring was the only thing that was right. It marked Ryld as a Master of Melee-Magthere and triggered in him a re-alization.
He was not an officer in some army that was defeated centuries before he was born. He was Ryld Argith, Weapons Master of Melee-Magthere, citizen of Menzoberranzan.
Shaking his head violently, Ryld threw off the last of the magical compulsion. He let Splitter fall from his hands and drew his shortsword - a weapon that had been enchanted with just such a foe as this in mind. The weapons master leaped forward, plunging it into the undead officer's chest.
His blade met resistance, just as if it had been thrusting into solid chain mail and living flesh, and the thrust did the job. Glancing down at the sword that was buried in its heart - beside its own dagger - the undead officer let out a groan. Ryld yanked his short sword free and danced back out of range.
A wisp of dark mist spurted from the puncture the sword had made in the undead officer's chest. The smokelike substance that was its lower body began to swirl. Within the space of a few heartbeats its stomach, chest, arms, and neck dissolved into dark mist.
The head was the last thing to disappear. As it did, the undead officer's lips curled into a smile, and its eyes brightened.
Thank you,it whispered.
A heartbeat later, it was gone.
Shuddering at his close escape, Ryld stared at the sword in his hands. The blade was unblemished; its plunge into the undead officer didn't seem to have tarnished it. He peered carefully in each direction to make sure there were no more of the foul creatures. Seeing none, he returned his short sword to its sheath, then picked up Splitter and sheathed it as well. He resumed his journey, following Halisstra's trail.
The sooner she finds this sword she's looking for and leaves the Cold Field, the weapons master thought, the better.
Halisstra sank, exhausted, into a crouch, feet crunching the dusting of snow that had fallen just after the moon rose. She'd been searching for a night and a day - and on into a second night - without pausing for rest. She'd tried to cast the spell that would help her to