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"You assume that I want more."
"I know that you need more, as any man needs more," said the drow. He turned and started down the back side of the boulder. "To live and not merely to survive—that secret is in your heart, Artemis Entreri, if only you are wise enough to look."
He paused and glanced back at Entreri, who sat staring at him hard, and tossed the assassin a flute, seemingly an exact replica of the one Entreri held across his lap.
"Use the real one," Jarlaxle bade him. "The one Ilnezhara gave to you. The one Idalia fashioned those centuries ago."
Idalia put a key inside this flute to unlock any heart, Jarlaxle thought but did not speak, as he turned and walked away.
Entreri looked at the flute in his hands and at the one on his belt. He wasn't really surprised that Jarlaxle had stolen the valuable item and had apparently created an exact copy—no, not exact, Entreri understood as he considered the emptiness of the notes he had blown that day. Physically, the two flutes looked exactly alike, and he marveled at the drow's work as he compared them side by side. But there was more to the real creation of Idalia.
A piece of the craftsman's heart?
Entreri rolled the flute over in his hands, his fingers sliding along the smooth wood, feeling the strength within the apparent delicateness. He lifted the copy in one hand, the original in the other, and closed his eyes. He couldn't tell the difference.
Only when he blew through the flutes could he tell, in the way the music of the real creation washed over him and through him, taking him away with it into what seemed like an alternate reality.
"Wise advice," a voice to the side of the trail greeted Jarlaxle as he moved away from his friend.
Not caught by surprise, Jarlaxle offered Mariabro
Mariabro
"Did your advisor also explain to you the dangers of eavesdropping?"
Mariabro
"Unique among the lesser races, such as humans, you mean."
This time, Mariabro
"I know about the incident with the Kneebreakers," he said.
"I am certain that I do not know of what you speak."
"I am certain that you do," the ranger insisted. "Summoning the wolf was a cu
"You presume much."
"The signs were all too easily read, Jarlaxle. This is not presumption but deduction."
"You make it a point to study my every move, of course."
Mariabro
The drow did well to keep the flicker of alarm from his delicate features.
"We know what you did, but be at ease, for we pass no judgment on that particular action. You have much to overcome concerning the reputation of your heritage, and your little trick did well in elevating you to a position of respectability. I ca
"It is the end of that climb you fear?" Jarlaxle flashed a wide smile, one that enveloped the whole spectrum from sinister to disarming, a perfectly non-readable expression. "To what end?"
The ranger shrugged as if it didn't really matter—not then, at least. "I judge a person by his actions alone. I have known halflings who would cut the throat of an i
The drow's eyes flared for just a moment—a lapse of control. Jarlaxle was unused to such wheels spi
He brought a hand up to stroke his chin, staring at Mariabro
But he knew better than that. He'd survived—and thrived—by rising above the limitations of his own prejudices. He affirmed that again, taking the poignant reminder in stride.
"The area is secure?" he asked the ranger.
"We are safe enough."
The drow nodded and started back for the camp.
"Your words to Artemis Entreri were well spoken," Mariabro
"I am not sure that Artemis Entreri would appreciate your pity."
"It is not for him that I express it but for those around him."
Jarlaxle considered the subtle difference for just a moment then smiled and tipped his hat.
Yes, he thought, Entreri would take that as a great compliment.
More's the pity.
The ground was uneven, sometimes soft, sometimes hard, and full of rocks and mud, withered roots and deep puddles. The drivers and riders in the wagons bounced along, rocking in the uneven sway of the slow ride, heads lolling as they let the jolts play out. Because of the continual jarring, it took Entreri a few moments to detect the sudden vibration beneath his cart, sudden tremors building in momentum under the moving wheels. He looked to Jarlaxle, who seemed similarly awakening to the abrupt change.
Beside the wagon, Ellery's horse pawed the ground. Across and to the front, the horse of one guard reared and whi
Mariabro
"Ride through it and ride hard!" the ranger shouted. "Forward, I say! With all speed!"
He cracked his reigns over one side of his horse's neck then the other, spurring the animal on.
Entreri reached for the whip, as did the woman driving the front wagon. Jarlaxle braced himself and stood up, looking around them, as Ellery regained control of her steed and chased off after Mariabro
"What is it?" Entreri bade his companion.
"I'm feeling a bump and a bit of a shake," yelled Athrogate from the back of the wagon in front. "I'm thinkin' to find a few monsters to break!"
Entreri watched the dwarf bring forth both his morning stars with a blazing, fluid movement, the balls immediately set to spi
Athrogate lost all concentration and rhythm a split second later, however, as the ground between the wagons erupted and several snakelike creatures sprang up into the air. They unfurled little wings as they lifted, hovering in place, little fanged mouths smiling in hungry anticipation.