Bring me the Geildirion, and I will seek Vhaeraun's insight regarding Lolth's silence."
"Done," Quenthel replied. "Provide us a guide to this place, and we will get your book for you."
Jezz laughed softly and said, "You might not be so quick to agree, if you knew how dangerous the beholder really is. You will earn our aid, that is for certain."
Chapter FIFTEEN
At nightfall, Seyll, accompanied by a young drow woman and apale elf maiden, came for Halisstra. The priestess of Eilistraee was armed and ar-mored beneath her green cloak, a long sword at her hip. She wore high leather boots, and carried a bundle under one arm.
"It's raining," she said as she entered the cell, "but our senior priest-esses say it will be clear later on, when the moon rises. Tonight we will go to honor our goddess."
Halisstra shifted in her chains and rose.
"I will not honor Eilistraee," she said.
"You need not participate. I am simply offering you the opportunity to observe and draw your own conclusions. You challenged me to demonstrate that my goddess is not a cruel or jealous one. I stand ready to offer proof."
"Doubtlessyou think to ensnare me with some beguiling enchant-ments," Halisstra said. "Do not think I will be duped so easily."
"No one will attempt to work any magic on you," Seyll replied. She set down her bundle and unwrapped it. Inside was a large leather case, boots, and a cloak not unlike her own. "I have brought your lyre, in the hopes that you might honor us with a song if you feel so inclined."
"I doubt you will take much pleasure in thebae'qeshel songs," Halis-stra said.
"We will see," the priestess said. "You've been manacled here for three days, and I'm offering you a chance to get out of your cell."
"Only to be returned here when you're done hectoring me about your goddess."
"As we discussed before, you need only offer Lord Dessaer an ac-counting of yourself to be free," Seyll said. She produced a set of keys and dangled them in front of Halisstra. "Xarra and Feliane are here to help me escort you safely to and from the spot of our ceremony tonight, and I'm afraid I must insist on keeping your hands bound."
Halisstra glanced at the other two women. They wore chain mail be-neath their cloaks, too, and also carried swords at their hips. She had little wish to watch some meaningless drivel in Eilistraee's name, but Seyll of-fered her a chance to get out of her cell. At the very worst, Seyll's vigilance would not lapse, and no opportunities for escape would arise, leaving Halisstra no worse for wear. At best, Seyll and her fellow clerics might make a mistake that Halisstra could capitalize on.
In either case, she would at least have an opportunity to spy out some of the town and the surrounding forest, which might come in useful if a chance to escape came up later - and there was always the chance of that.
"Very well," she said.
Seyll unlocked Halisstra's manacles, and helped the Melarn priestess to don the winter clothing and cloak she'd brought. She knotted a strong silver cord around Halisstra's hands, and the small party left the palace dungeons and ascended into a cold, rain-spattered night.
Elventree was not really a town, nor an outpost, nor an encampment, but something in between. Ruined walls of white stone crisscrossed the place, hinting at the old ramparts and broad squares of a good-sized sur-face town, but most were crumbling with age. Many of the original buildings were nothing more than empty shells, but a number of them seemed to have been appropriated by the town's current residents, who had covered the old buildings with wooden latticework or permanent tents in order to turn the proud old structures into humble, semi-permanent woodsmen's homes. Great gnarled trees rose from the cracked pavement of ancient courtyards, and many structures actually stood well off the ground in their mighty branches, linked by swaying catwalks of silver rope and white planks. A handful of the town's original buildings still stood more or less intact.
Halisstra saw that she had been imprisoned beneath an old watch-tower. Across the square an elegant palace rose through the trees, illumi-nated by hundreds of soft lanterns. Lord Dessaer's palace, she surmised. The sound of distant song and laughter drifted through the air.
The priestesses of Eilistraee led Halisstra along an old boulevard that quickly carried them out of the town and into the dark, rainy forest. They marched for quite some time, the