tore a gash in her chest, nearly jerked an arm from its socket, and finally knocked her to the ground.
Feliane lay there, breathing heavily but stunned, unmoving.
Halisstra suddenly remembered Feliane's words to her atop the tor I'm afraid.
The draegloth loomed over her. Without preamble, he pinned her arms to the ground and began to feed. Her screams of pain were lost in the half-demon's hungry snorts.
Halisstra bowed her head. Tears leaked from her eyes, angry tears, tears of regret. She could not find her breath.
Danifae saw them and mocked her. "Tears, Halisstra? For the weakling little elf?"
She slammed her fist into Halisstra's temple. Sparks exploded in her head. Unconsciousness threatened but did not come.
Danifae kicked Halisstra over onto her back. She lay there on the ground of Lolth's Demonweb Pits, bleeding, gasping, her former battle-captive standing over her.
Danifae spat on Halisstra's breastplate, fouling Eilistraee's holy symbol. Halisstra did not care. Eilistraee had fouled her own symbol by failing to warn Halisstra. Her priestesses had been no match for the servants of Lolth.
Eilistraee was weak. And Halisstra was foolish to have followed a weak goddess. She looked up at the blurry image of Danifae above her.
"Why?" she mouthed.
Danifae's mouth curled with contempt. "Why?" She reached under her cloak and withdrew a chunk of amber in which was encased a spiderher holy symbol of Lolth. She held it before Halisstra's face.
"This is why, Melarn. You were always weak. It's fitting that you served a weak goddess in the end. I, however, do not."
Halisstra stared hate at Danifae and managed, "You are still a Houseless battle-captive."
Danifae sneered, stepped back, and raised her morningstar for a killing blow. When it came, Halisstra summoned all of her strength and rolled aside.
The head of the weapon smashed into the rocks.
Halisstra found her knees and scrabbled after the Crescent Blade. She couldn't see clearly, and the pain in her ribs sent stabs through her.
The morningstar slammed into Halisstra's ribs and sent her sprawling to the rock. The pain was nearly unbearable.
Danifae loomed over her again, holding her morningstar high.
Sickening sounds came from behind Halisstrathe draegloth feeding on Feliane, lapping her blood, chewing her flesh.
"Why do you toy so with your food, Jeggred?" Danifae said, smiling. "The Pass of the Soulreaver and the vintage blood of Quenthel Baenre await."
At that moment, Halisstra wanted death, wanted it more than anything. She closed her eyes and waited for it.
Eilistraee had failed her.
Halisstra had killed them all.
"Good-bye, Halisstra," Danifae said, and smashed her morningstar down on her former mistress's face. Halisstra felt a flash of pain then nothing.
Danifae stared down at the bloody body of her former mistress. She had made her sacrifice, and so she could enter the pass.
"Praise Lolth," she said, and gave Halisstra a final kick. She looked to Jeggred, who was feeding on the elf priestess's flesh. The elf's hand closed, opened. Soft moans escaped her. Danifae smiled at the pain she must have been enduring.
"Come, Jeggred," she said. "It is time to follow after your aunt."
The draegloth looked up from his feast. Blood soaked his muzzle. Shreds of flesh hung from his teeth.
"Yes, Mistress," he said.
He rose and loped to her side, obviously reluctant to leave off his still living meal.
"How long before you kill her?" Jeggred asked. "Her and the mage?"
"In due time," Danifae answered.
Together, they walked into the Pass of the Soulreaver.
Chapter Fourteen
Gromph stood on the portico outside the temple's doors and used a divination to analyze Geremis's personal protections. One after another, Gromph moved gently through the mage's protective spells elemental wards, a spell that made the Dyrr wizard's flesh as hard as stone, a death ward, and ... a feedback ward. Gromph raised his eyebrows at that last. The archmage rarely saw feedback wards; the lichdrow must have taught it to Geremis himself.
The feedback ward would turn back on Gromph the effect of any directly offensive spell he cast on the Dyrr wizard. The archmage would have to get rid of it.
Unfortunately, casting a spell on Geremis would causeGromph to become visiblea foible of the invisibility spellso he moved off to the side of the doors, amidst shadows that would camouflage him when the magic was terminated. From there, he quietly whispered the words to a dispelling dweomer, targeting only the feedback ward.
When the magic took effect, Gromph felt a tingle over his skin as he became visible. Safely hidden in darkness, a shadow within shadow, Gromph guided his magic against Geremis's feedback ward.