Extinction - Lisa Smedman [86]
Ryld cursed softly under his breath.
"Last night?" he asked. "So that was what all the singing was about. Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
Halisstra shrugged and said, "What difference would it have made? You're not thinking of reporting back to Quenthel, are you?"
Ryld gave her a sour smile.
"I couldn't-even if I wanted to," he said. "She'd brand me a deserter and have those vipers of hers sink their fangs into me. I'd be dead before I could get a single word out in my defense. I just wish you would keep me informed." He paused, then frowned. "How did Uluyara know that Lolth's temple was sealed?"
"I told her," Halisstra said. "I told her everything. About our trip to the Abyss in astral form, about Lolth's silence, and about the battle between Vhaeraun and Selvetarm-I even told her about the fall of Ched Nasad. Everything."
Ryld nodded slowly and said, "I shouldn't be surprised, given your conversion, but I am. Revealing so much to priestesses who, until a short time ago, you would have counted as your enemies, seems like…"
Perhaps realizing he was speaking to a priestess, he lowered his eyes. As he hesitated, either uncertain how to finish his sentence or else unwilling to continue it, Halisstra guessed the rest.
"Like a betrayal?" she asked. "A traitorous act? Well so be it. Lolth is dead-or will soon be."
"And you've aligned yourself with what you think will be the winning side," Ryld said. He nodded. "I suppose that's a sensible move to make."
Halisstra sighed, wondering why Ryld just couldn't understand.
"It's more than mere tactics," she said, trying to explain. "Eilistraee is the only deity to offer the drow any hope. With Lolth missing and her priestesses unable to mount a defense, the cities of the Underdark are going to fall, one by one. Soon hundreds-if not thousands, or even tens of thousands-of drow will come streaming up out of the Underdark, looking for refuge. Eilistraee's priestesses will offer it to them. They'll help guide our people up into the light. They'll teach the drow to take their rightful place in the world-to not just survive up here, but thrive. We'll be able to reclaim our birthright. Just look how much the Dark Ladies of Eilistraee have done so far, in terms of clearing this forest of monsters and making it fit to live in again. We're creating a new home on the World Above, one in which the drow can live in harmony with one another. A home we'll defend with our magic-and our swords. What more noble cause can there possibly be than that?"
Ryld, staring at the trophy tree again, muttered something under his breath. Halisstra thought she heard the words "just like clearing the slums," then decided she must have been wrong, since the phrase made no sense.
"Ryld," she said slowly, "are you sure you-"
Quiet! Ryld warned, switching suddenly to silent speech. I hear voices in the woods. Human voices. They're coming this way.
Halisstra, worried, reached for the horn on her belt. Should she sound it to warn the priestesses? That was what she'd been sent out to the perimeter of the temple grounds to do, after all: stand guard. Uluyara had warned her that human adventurers sometimes ventured deep into the Velarswood-adventurers who made no distinction between the worshipers of Eilistraee and the drow of the Underdark. Humans slew any ebony-skinned elf they met on sight.
But blowing the horn would also alert the humans to Halisstra's presence-and they were close. Better to assess the situation from hiding and deal with the humans herself, if possible. Ryld would back her up-and provide an additional element of surprise.
Take cover, she signed to him. I'll challenge them. You wait.
Nodding, Ryld slid his greatsword silently out of its sheath,