Extinction - Lisa Smedman [76]
Just in time she threw herself to the side. Halisstra scrambled across the ground on hands and knees, dragging her sword behind her, then struggled to her feet again.
The spider, sensing that she was tiring, walked slowly across the clearing toward her, taking its time. Venom dripped onto the ground between its feet as its jaws opened and shut, anticipating the meal it would soon have.
Knowing it might be her only chance, Halisstra grasped the hilt of Seyll's sword in both hands and raised it above her head-not in preparation to swing it but instead to point it at the moon.
"Eilistraee, hear me!" she cried. "From this night on, I forsake Lolth and swear to be your humble servant. If you deem me worthy, I beseech you. Will you have me? If so, give me the magic I need to prove the truth of my words by slaying this symbol of Lolth. Give me the power to cast spells in your name-and to your everlasting glory!"
Her words rang out with the power and clarity of a song that was perfectly in tune and in harmony with her heart.
And she was answered.
The spell Eilistraee sent her looked like Lolth's flame strike, except that the vertical column of divine energy was silvery-white in color and seemed to rush down from the moon itself. It struck the phase spider when the creature was no more than a pace away from Halisstra, enveloping it in a beam of blindingly bright, absolutely silent light. One moment the spider was there, rearing up to rake impotently at the magical fire with its legs as it was enveloped in flickering white flames, the next, it was lying in a crumpled heap, bleached bone-white by the moonlight.
Eyes wide with wonder, Halisstra nudged the dead creature with the broken tip of her sword. The spider, burned instantly to ash by the cold magical moonfire, broke apart into pieces, which in turn collapsed, leaving only an outline of ash on the ground. A moment later, the wind blew it away.
Sensing someone staring at her, Halisstra glanced up, expecting to see either Uluyara or Feliane. Instead it was Ryld who gaped at her from the far side of the clearing. He was holding his greatsword in both hands, but the tip of its blade rested on the ground in front of him as if the weapons master had forgotten how to use it. His eyes were wide, his mouth open and panting. He'd obviously come at the run. After a moment, he seemed to remember how to speak.
"Halisstra," he whispered. "What have you done? You can never go back now. Never."
Halisstra stared at Ryld across the space where the spider had just died, conflicting emotions warring within her. She felt irritation at the fact that he had disobeyed her and followed her-and, at the same time, joy that he had cared about her enough to do so.
At last she sighed and said, "That's true, Ryld, but you can go back. You still have a choice, a choice between the Underdark and Lolth-who is obviously as dead as this spider-and Eilistraee, who smiles down upon us now. Which will you choose?"
Ryld stood silently for several long moments, then lifted his greatsword and shoved it into the sheath on his back.
"I choose you," he said, staring at Halisstra. "If you will have me."
Before Halisstra could answer, Uluyara and Feliane stepped out of the forest. Feliane was smiling at Halisstra, a look of rapturous joy on her face, but Uluyara kept a keen eye on Ryld, as if watching to make sure he wasn't going to draw his sword.
"If Eilistraee will have you, then you are welcome among us," Uluyara told him. "If not, then you will have to leave." A wry smile played about her lips. "Permanently, this time."
Ryld nodded and said, "Understood."
Uluyara turned to Halisstra.
"Come, priestess," she said. "There is much, yet, that you must learn. And much that you must do. This is only the first of the trials the goddess has ordained for you."
Halisstra bowed, acknowledging her new mistress. At the same time, her mind whirled at the wonder of it all. She'd fled from Ched Nasad as a homeless refugee, hoping to find out if her goddess