Extinction

"Do you think it followed her?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"I doubt it."

As she spoke, Halisstra pried open the dead woman's mouth. The priestess's jaw opened easily. She had not been dead long. As Halisstra had suspected, the smell was stronger when the woman's mouth was open. The yochlol must have assumed gaseous form and flowed into the priestess's lungs, choking her and rendering her unable to retaliate with either sword or spell. Which meant that the yochlol had gotten close to her?close enough to take her completely by surprise. It had done so either by using a spell to dominate her, or by the simple subterfuge of assuming one of its most i

A «drow» who had, Halisstra guessed, pretended to be a petitioner seeking to join in Eilistraee's worship. The yochlol must have toyed with the priestess, secretly gloating at what was to come while accompanying her to the cavern that led out onto the World Above. Then it struck.

"This was no random attack," Halisstra concluded. "The yochlol chose its victim deliberately."

"Do you think the demon was summoned?" Ryld asked, his brow creased in a worried frown. "If it was. .»

The warrior didn't finish his question, but he didn't have to. Halisstra knew full well what was on his mind. The yochlol were demonic creatures that served the Queen of the Demonweb Pits. The handmaidens of Lolth could only appear on the prime material plane if summoned by her priestesses. It was possible, however, that one had already been on the prime when Lolth fell silent and had subsequently broken free of its mistresses.

It was also possible that Lolth had returned from wherever she'd gone to, and that her priestesses were once again able to use their spells.

"Uluyara will want to know about this," Halisstra said. She moved to one end of the cloak on which the priestess lay, and grasped its two corners. "Let's get the body to the temple?at once."

Chapter Twenty-three

Sculling to keep herself just beneath the surface of the lake, Quenthel waited until the spell that allowed her to breathe water ended. When her lungs began to feel tight and hot, she exhaled the last of the lake water from them and let her head break the surface. Then, treading water and coughing slightly, she touched the brooch on her chest. She rose smoothly into the spray-filled air beside the waterfall, at last drawing level with the tu

Jeggred was sitting just inside it brooding, staring out across the lake. When he saw her his eyes widened. Letting out a howl of delight, he leaped to his feet, cracking his head against the low ceiling and splitting his scalp. Oblivious to the blood that flowed freely through his thick white hair, he broke into gulping laughter.

"Mistress!" he barked.

Quenthel landed lightly on the ledge beside him. Crouching low, she scrambled into the tu

Quenthel half-hoped Jeggred would ask how she'd managed to escape the aboleth. She would have relished relating how clever she'd been. But, being a draegloth, he was far too literal-minded for that. His mistress had been eaten, but now she was alive again. That much was enough. That?and the comfort of having someone to give him commands again.

Curling her fingers like a spider's legs, she touched them momentarily to his shoulder and watched his mane ripple as he writhed with pleasure. Then she turned to more pressing matters.

"Where are the others?" she asked.

Jeggred pointed behind him, back down the tu

Stooping to avoid the low ceiling, Quenthel set off in the direction indicated. Jeggred trailed behind her, ducking his head subserviently and silently pointing each time she glanced at him for directions. After a while, the ceiling became higher, and they were able to walk upright. They were going back the way they had come, still following the river. Up ahead Quenthel could hear voices, one male, the other recognizable as Danifae's by the audible pout of the words. Quenthel remembered a larger cavern, just ahead. By the echo of their voices she guessed they were probably standing inside it, talking.

"Why were you alone?" Quenthel asked Jeggred. "Did the others leave you behind after Pharaun failed to return?"

When Jeggred didn't answer immediately, she glanced back at him. The draegloth had a confused frown on his face.

"The wizard did return," he answered.

Quenthel ground her teeth, irritated, and felt her whip-vipers writhing against her hip. Sometimes her nephew could be so thickheaded.

"I know he came back the first time he went to speak to Oothoon," she said. "I was talking about the second time he?"

Hearing a third voice?one she recognized?Quenthel stopped so abruptly that Jeggred bumped into her from behind. So surprised was she by the sound of the voice, she didn't even think to draw her whip and lash the draegloth for this transgression. Instead she swore softly under her breath?a curse that would have invoked the wrath of Lolth, had the goddess been able to hear it?then she rushed forward, scrambling up the incline that led away from the river tu

The entrance to the cavern was a narrow one, and Quenthel had to squeeze past a mushroom-shaped stalagmite to get inside. Through the opening she saw Valas and Danifae sitting on a natural shelf of rock, sharing a bricklike loaf of pressed fungus. A moment later she saw the third speaker, standing a little apart from them and holding a small spherical object in front of one eye as he chanted the words to a spell.

Quenthel's ears hadn't lied. It was Pharaun, alive, whole, and without a single aboleth tooth mark anywhere on him.

"Ah, Mistress," the Master of Sorcere said, stopping in mid-incantation and lowering the glass sphere. "I was just casting a spell to help me look for you."

Quenthel stood frozen in the cavern entrance, mouth hanging open. Even her serpents had stopped their usual writhing and were rigid with surprise, eyes staring, unblinking. Then, as Valas and Danifae looked up?and gaped back at her?Quenthel realized how foolish she must have looked.

Pharaun tucked the sphere inside a pocket of his piwafwi.

"You're wondering why I'm still alive," he said, addressing the question she hadn't dared to ask. "The answer is simple: a contingency spell that I prepared before visiting Zanhoriloch. I was expecting something like that little surprise you gave the aboleth matriarch, though I'm surprised you were willing to part with one of your beads of force. Still, it served its purpose, I suppose."

"What contingency spell?" Quenthel asked, still not understanding.

Valas, having quickly recovered from the shock of seeing Quenthel alive, bit off a chunk of fungus loaf and chewed. Danifae sprang to her feet and clambered down the shelf of rock toward Quenthel, exclaiming her relief and joy at the fact that her mistress was alive. Quenthel stared at Pharaun, ignoring both the lesser priestess?who was kneeling before her in a bow?and Jeggred, who was crowding close behind her to stare over her shoulder.

"You see?" Jeggred grunted, his foul breath hot in her ear. "He came back."

"Before teleporting to Zanhoriloch I cast a number of spells," Pharaun explained at last. "One of them was a contingency that would teleport me back to these tu