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dwarf in Waterdeep. I'll definitely miss her," he repeated. "For a time, I thought she might join the Harpers."

"She has all the annoying, steadfast traits of the breed," Elaith agreed. "On the other hand, meddling is not something that comes naturally to the little diggers."

"Dwarves do seem to lack a certain requisite curiosity," Danilo agreed cheerfully. "I'm not troubled in that respect so I'll just jump in and ask why you're not wearing your moonblade, after all the trouble you went through to awaken it."

Elaith was silent for a long moment. "By elven law, it is the right of any to decline the honor of bearing a moonblade. That honor will fall to Azariah, when she comes of age."

"I'm not sorry to hear that. Frankly, you're trouble enough without such a sword."

The elf'samber eyes glinted with the sharp humor he so often turned on others. "It's so comforting to be understood."

There was little Danilo could add to that. "So what is next for you?"

"As soon as my health permits, I will take Azariah to Evermeet. There she will be prepared to meet the magic sword's demands."

"She will be fostered there?" the Harper asked, wondering whether the lawful elves of Evermeet would allow the rogue to make his home among them.

"Yes, she will become a ward of the royal court. But I will spend as much time on the island as my affairs permit."

Elaith's amber eyes burned with longing as he said these words. Danilo was happy about the elf's homecoming, but he privately wondered whether someone on the island kingdom should be warned about the criminal element soon to be among them.

"And what of you? Now that all the excitement is over, I imagine you'll be getting back to the life of an idle young lord?" Elaith asked with silky sarcasm.

Danilo smiled wryly and dumped the pile of gifts into the elf's arms. "That cuts it fairly close."

Whistling the melody to one of his off-color songs, the Harper headed toward Blackstaff Tower. Before Morgalla left for the east Danilo mused, he really should arrange to have his own secret tunnels dug connecting his town-house with the meeting spots favored by the Lords of Waterdeep. As luck would have it, he had excellent connections among the dwarves.

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Table of Contents

Prelude

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Two

Three

Four

Five

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Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Epilogue