Matron Baenre swelled with pride as the ritual continued, undisturbed by the events in the compound. She did not know that Dantrag and Berg'inyon had gone out from the chapel, did not know that her vicious Duk Tak was dead, slain by the very renegade Matron Baenre hoped to soon present before the other ruling matron mothers.
All that Matron Baenre knew was the sweet taste of power. She had brought together the most powerful alliance in recent drow his tory, with herself at its head. She had outmaneuvered K'yorl Odran, always a clever one, and had virtually cowed Mez'Barris Armgo, the second most influential drow in all the city Lloth was smiling brightly on the matron mother of House Baenre, she believed.
All she heard was the singing, and not the sounds of battle, and all she saw, looking up, was the magnificent illusion of the Spider Queen, going through its perpetual shift from arachnid to drow and backto arachnid. How could she, or any of the others, watching that specter with similar awe, know of the raging fight nearly a thou sand feet above the roof of that domed chapel, along the bridged stalactites of House Baenre?
"A tunnel!" Catti-brie cried to Drizzt. She grabbed him by the shoulder and turning him toward the still levitating dead drow.
Drizzt looked at her as though he did not understand.
"Up above!" she cried. Catti-brie brought her bow up and fired again into the general area. The arrow slammed into the base of a stalactite, but did not go through.
"It's up there, I tell ye!" the young woman exclaimed. "Another tunnel, above the cavern!"
Drizzt looked doubtfully to the area. He did not question Catti brie's claim, but he had no idea of how they might get to this sup posed tunnel. The closest walkway was fully a dozen feet from the area, and to get to that walkway, though it was barely thirty feet away from and a few feet higher than their current position, the companions would have to take a roundabout route, many hun dreds of yards of running.
"What is it?" cried Entreri, rushing back to join his hesitating companions. Looking past them, back down the walkway, the assas sin saw the forms of many gathering drow.
"There may be a tunnel above us, " Drizzt quickly explained.
Entreri's scowl showed that he hardly believed the information valuable, but his doubts only spurred Catti-brie on. Up came her bow and off flew the arrows, one after another, all aimed for the base of that stubborn stalactite.
A fireball exploded on their walkway, not far behind them, and the whole bridge shuddered as the metal and stone in the area of the blast melted and shifted, threatening to break apart.
Catti-brie spun about and let fly two quick shots, killing one drow and driving the others back behind the protection of the clos est supporting stalactite. From somewhere in the darkness ahead, Guenhwyvar growled and crossbows clicked.
"We must be off!" Entreri prodded them, grabbing Drizzt and trying to tug him on. The ranger held his ground, though, and watched with faith as Catti-brie turned again to the side and fired another of her arrows. It smacked solidly into the weakened stone.
The targeted stalactite groaned in protest and slipped down on one side to hang at an awkward angle. A moment later, it fell free into the far dr"p below. For a moment, Drizzt thought that it might hit the purple glowing chapel dome, but it smashed to the stone floor a short distance away, shattering into a thousand pieces.
Drizzt, his ears keen, widened his eyes as he focused on the hole, a flicker of hope evident in his expression. "Wind, " he explained breathlessly "Wind from the tunnel!"
It was true. An unmistakable sound of rushing wind emanated from the hole in the ceiling as the air pressure in the caves above adjusted to match the air pressure in the great cavern.
"But how are we to get there?" Catti-brie asked.
Entreri, convinced now, was already fumbling with his pack. He took out a length of rope and a grappling hook and soon had the thing twirling above him. With one shot, he hooked it over the bridge nearest the tunnel. Entreri rushed to the nearest railing of his own walkway and tied off the rope, and Drizzt, without the slight est hesitation, hopped atop the cord and gingerly began to walk out. The agile drow picked up speed as he went, gaining confidence.
That confidence was shattered when an evil dark elf suddenly appeared. Coming out of an invisibility enchantment, he slashed at the rope with his fine edged sword.
Drizzt dropped flat to the rope and held on desperately Two cuts sliced it free of the grappling hook, and Drizzt swung down like a pendulum, rocking back and forth ten feet below his compan ions on the walkway
The enemy drow's smug smile was quickly wiped away by a silver streaking arrow.
Drizzt started to climb, then stopped and flinched as a dart whistled past. Another followed suit, and the drow looked down to see a handful of soldiers approaching, levitating up and firing as they came.
Entreri tugged fiercely at the rope, trying to help the ranger back to the walkway As soon as Drizzt grabbed the lip, the assassin pulled him over, then took the rope from him. He looked at it doubt fully, wondering how in the Nine Hells he was supposed to hook it again over the distant walkway without the grappling hook. Entreri growled determinedly and made the cord into a lasso, then turned to search for a target.
Drizzt threw one knee over the bridge and tried to get his feet under him, just as a thunderous blast struck the walkway right below them. Both the ranger and Catti-brie were knocked from their feet. Drizzt fell again, to hang by his fingertips, and the stone under Catti-brie showed an unmistakable crack.
A crossbow quarrel hit the stone right in front of the drow's face; another popped against the bottom of his boot but did not get through. Then Drizzt was glowing, outlined by distinctive faerie fire, making him an even easier target.
The ranger looked down to the approaching dark elves and called upon his own innate abilities, casting a globe of darkness in front of them. Then he pulled himself up over the lip of the bridge, to find Catti-brie exchanging volleys with the dark elves behind them on the walkway, and Entreri pulling in the thrown lasso, curs ing all the while.
"I've no way to hook it, " the assassin growled, and he didn't have to spell out the implications. Drow were behind them and below them, inevitably working their way toward the band. The walkway, weakened by the magical assaults, seemed not so secure anymore, and, just to seal their doom, the companions saw Guen hwyvar rushing back to them, apparently in full retreat.
"We're not to surrender, " Catti-brie whispered, her eyes filled with determination. She put another arrow back down the walkway, then fell to her belly and hooked her arms over the lip. The ascend ing drow wizard was just coming through Drizzt's darkness globe, a wand pointed for the walkway
Catti-brie's arrow hit that wand squarely, split it apart, then gashed the drow's shoulder as it whistled past him. His scream was more of terror than of pain as he regarded his shattered wand, as he considered the release of magical energy that would follow. With typical drow loyalty, the wizard threw the wand below him, into the darkness and into the midst of his rising comrades. He urged his levitation on at full speed to get away from the unseen, crackling lightning balls, and heard the horrified calls of his dying companions.
He should have looked up instead, for he never knew what hit him as Catti-brie's next arrow shattered his backbone. That threat eliminated, or at least slowed, the young woman went back up to her knees and opened up another barrage on the stubborn dark elves behind her on the walkway. Their hand crossbows couldn't reach Catti-brie, and they couldn't hope to hurl their javelins that far, but the woman knew that they were up to something, plotting some way to cause havoc.
Guenhwyvar was no ordinary panther; it possessed an intelli gence far beyond the norm of its feline kind. Coming fast toward the cornered companions, Guenhwyvar quickly discerned their troubles and their hopes. The panther was sorely wounded, carry ing a dozen poisoned crossbow darts in its hide as it ran, but its fierce loyalty was fully with Drizzt.
Entreri fell back and cried aloud as the cat suddenly rushed up and bit the rope from his hand. The assassin went immediately for his weapons, thinking that the cat meant to attack him, but Guen hwyvar skidded to a stop, knocking both Entreri and Drizzt sev eral feet back, turned a right angle, and leaped away, flying through the air.
Guenhwyvar tried to stop, claws raking over the top of the tar get walkway's smooth stone. The cat's momentum was too great, though, and Guenhwyvar, still clamping tightly to the rope, pitched over the far side, coming to a jerking stop at the rope's end, some twenty feet below the bridge.
More concerned for the cat than for himself, Drizzt instinctively sprang onto the taut rope and ran across, without regard for the fact that Guenhwyvar 's hold was tentative at best.
Entreri grabbed Catti-brie and pulled her over, motioning for her to follow the drow.
"I cannot walk a tightrope!" the desperate woman explained, eyes wide with horror.
"Then learn!" the assassin roughly replied, and he pushed Catti brie so hard that she nearly fell right over the side of the walkway Catti-brie put one foot up on the rope and started to shift her weight to it, but she fell back immediately, shaking her head.
Entreri leaped past her, onto the rope. "Work your bow well!" he explained. "And be ready to untie this end!"