has the innate ability to shift between the planar walls from one reality to another. You don't simply paddle something like this. You have to make it a part of you and in turn make yourself a part of it."
He paused for effect then continued, "I am willing to do that-for the good of the expedition and for the pure curiosity of it. It's a unique opportunity to explore some fabulously outre magic. What you must all remember is that if I don't get it right, we could never make it out of this lake. Worse yet, we could find ourselves scuttled in the Shadow Deep or lost forever in the endless Abyss."
The Master of Sorcere looked around as if he was waiting for an argument. None came-even from Jeggred, but he went on anyway, "This time it will be different-the Abyss, the journey there, everything. Last time we were projected across the Astral. We were ghosts there. This time we'll actually be there. If we die in the Abyss, we don't snap back into our bodies. There will be no silver cord. We will be real there, and if we die . . ."
Valas wondered why the wizard stopped. Perhaps Pharaun didn't know what would happen if they died there. If you die in your own afterlife, is there an after-afterlife? Thinking about it gave Valas the beginnings of a nagging headache.
"Have any of you ever been to the Abyss before?" Pharaun asked. "Really been there, physically? Even you, Jeggred?"
The draegloth didn't answer, but his smoldering look was enough. None of them had been there, none of them knew- "I've been there," Quenthel said. The sudden sound of her voice almost startled Valas. "I have been there as a ghost, as a visitor, and as a ...
Danifae took a few steps toward Quenthel then sank to her knees on the deck half a dozen paces away from her.
"What as, Mistress?" the battle-captive asked.
"I was killed," the high priestess said, her voice sounding as if it were coming from a great distance. Her vipers grew increasingly agitated as she went on. "My soul went to Lolth. I served the goddess herself for a decade, then she sent me back."
Valas's flesh ran cold, and he found himself stepping slowly away from the high priestess.
"Why?" Pharaun asked, a skeptical look on his face.
The Mistress of Arach-Tinilith turned and gave him a dark, cold stare. "I think he means," Danifae continued for Pharaun, " why were you sent back?" "I've never heard anything about this," the Master of Sorcere added.
"It was kept secret," said Quenthel, "for a number of reasons. There were circumstances concerning my death and the one who killed me that might have embarrassed my House. It's not a simple thing, attaining a position like the one I hold. Indeed there is no position like the one I hold ... in Menzoberranzan, at least. It was not a position House Baenre was prepared to concede to any other House. For ten years I was simply 'away pursuing studies' or some other excuse alternating between ludicrous and clever. Eventually I returned, then things happened and I was elevated to Mistress of the Academy."
"And now you're on your way back," Danifae said in hushed, heavy tones.
"It's as if someone has a plan for you," said Pharaun.
No one said anything more. Valas walked back to the bags and finished sorting the supplies.
Danifae stood up slowly. Quenthel wasn't looking at her, but it was clear from her body languagethat the high priestess had finished speaking.
Danifae thought through the revelation quickly but thoroughly.
It didn't matter. It didn't change anything.
She turned, scanning the deck as she did so. The others had gone back to what they were doing. Each of them was undoubtedly going over in his own mind what Quenthel had said. She turned her back to them and stared at Jeggred. When the draegloth finally looked at her, she signaled him in sign language, careful to keep her hands close to her so the others wouldn't see.
It is time, she told him.
The draegloth nodded and glanced meaningfully at the tattered sails of human skin that sagged listlessly in the still air. Danifae nodded and began to ease her way across the deck.
It took them both several minutes to maneuver themselves behind the sailwithout making it obvious they were hiding.
When they were safely out of sight, Jeggred signed, Where are we going, Mistress?
Danifae smiled and replied, Hunting.
The draegloth's lips twisted into a fierce smile. The half-demon