of orcs parted then, leaving the line between Drizzt and Obould clear, and the drow had to consciously force himself to draw breath and to hold steady on his high perch. For the sheer presence of Obould assaulted him, the weight and balance of the creature, the solidity of form and the easy manner with which the king slowly moved his heavy sword with only one hand as if it was as light as an elven walking stick.
"I need you, Sunrise," the drow muttered quietly. "Lift me high, I beg, that I might find my way back to you."
A quick glance skyward showed Drizzt the return and dive of Innovindil and Sunset, but coming in much higher, the fine rope flowing below.
"Not now, Obould!" Drizzt screamed, startling many orcs, and he quick-stepped back to Sunrise's broad rump and kicked the pegasus.
Sunrise bucked on cue and Drizzt sprang away, using the lift to launch him high into the air. He snapped his scimitars away as he rose, twisting and turning to line himself up with the approaching rope.
"Another time, Obould!" he cried as he caught the rope with one hand some twenty feet from the ground. "You and I, another time!"
The orc king roared and his minions launched spears, stones, and axes up into the air.
But again they could not properly lead the swift-moving target, and Drizzt secured his hold, the wind snapping in his ears.
From his high vantage point he saw the giants, as did Innovindil and Sunset, obviously, for the pegasus veered as the boulders came sailing out.
They climbed higher into the fast-darkening sky, and avoided the barrage enough to get up over the ridge and to safety, both Drizzt and his elf companion having gained new respect for their cunning adversary.
* * * * *
Down on the field, Obould watched them disappear with as much amusement as disappointment.
Another time, indeed, he knew, and he was not the least bit afraid.
Around him, the orcs cheered and hooted.
Before him, Sunrise continued to buck and to whinny, and the pegasus's handlers moved in fast, whips in hand to control the beast.
Obould roared at them to steal their momentum.
"With ease and soft hands!" he demanded.
* * * * *
The next day, barely after the sun had cleared the eastern horizon, those handlers came to Obould.
"The beast was not hurt, god-king," the lead handler assured him. "The beast is ready to be ridden."
With Tsinka Shinriil on his arm, nibbling at his ear, Obould grinned widely at the handler.
"And if the beast throws me again, I will cut off your head," he promised, and Tsinka snickered.
The handler paled and shrank back.
Obould let him squirm uncomfortably for a few moments. The orc king had no intention of going to the captured pegasus that day, or ever again. He knew that he could never ride the beast safely, and knew, too, that he would never again be able to use the pegasus to lure his enemies in close. In short, the winged horse had outlived its usefulness to him - almost.
It occurred to the orc king that there might be one last service the captured pegasus could perform.
7. AS GRUUMSH WILLS
"They won't come on, I tell ye, for them trolls in the south've run off," said Cordio, who was fast being recognized as one of Mithral Hall's leading priests, and leading voices in their difficult struggle.
"Moradin tell ye that, did he?" Bruenor came right back.
"Bah! Got nothing to do with that," Cordio answered. "I'm using me own thinking here, and not needin' more'n that. Why'd them trolls back out o' the tunnels if them orcs're meaning to press in? Even orcs ain't that stupid. And this one, Obould, been showing himself smarter than most."
Bruenor looked from the priest to Cordio's patient, Banak Brawnanvil, still unable to walk or even stand after taking an orc spear in the back on his retreat from the ridge north of Keeper's Dale.
"I ain't so sure," the wise old warrior dwarf answered. "Trolls could come back at any time, of course, and ye're guessing that Obould even knows them trolls've left. We got no eyes out there, King Bruenor, and without them eyes, I ain't for putting the safety o' Mithral Hall on a guess."
Bruenor scratched his hairy head and tugged on his red beard. His gray eyes went from Banak to Cordio, then back to Banak.
"He's coming in," Bruenor decided. "Obould's not to let this stand. He took Felbarr once, and he's wanting nothing more than to do it again.