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and onward。 Faeryl couldn't see Triel's watchers； but she could feel their eyes on her。 She felt all but certain they would recognize her。
But maybe not。 Most people saw what they expected to see。 The spies had watched the Ousstyls enter the residence； and just as anticipated； the petty nobles were departing。 Why would anyone bother to peer closely when he was sure he already knew what was going on？
That was the theory； anyway。 At the moment； it seemed a dubious notion on which to gamble her life。
Her pany left the immediate vicinity of the residence without anyone trying to hinder them； which proved nothing。 The watchers wouldn't pop out of hiding and confront the fugitives themselves； They'd scurry away to rouse a pany of warriors； who'd intercept the daughters and sons of Ched Nasad in the street。
Thus； while her expression conveyed the proper mix of serenity and haughtiness； her muscles were stiff； and her mouth dry as she floated down the avenues。 For the moment； she was heading for Narbondellyn； site of the Ousstyls' modest citadel。 It was where the spies would expect her to go。
Drow did their best to clear the way for the matron of even a minor House。 She was grateful for that。 Still； heavily laden carts and the like could only pull aside so quickly。 The impostors' progress was necessarily and nerve…rackingly sedate。
Finally； though； they passed Narbondel itself； where the magical glow had climbed three quarters of the way to the top of the great stone column。 Faeryl spotted Talindra's fortress and turned her pany aside。 If they actually approached the place； some guard peering down from the ramparts was bound to penetrate their disguises。
They marched south； still without interference。 If someone was chasing them； the ambassador was sure it would have bee apparent by then。 Faeryl took a deep breath； told herself her ruse had succeeded； and tried to relax。 She couldn't； quite。 Perhaps when she reached the Bauthwaf； or better still； escaped Menzoberranyr territory altogether 。 。 。
The outlanders' route carried them to the west of the elevation that was Qu'ellarz'orl； its slopes thick with enormous mushrooms。 Then； at last； they reached one of the city's hundred gates to the tunnels beyond。 The Menzoberranyr defended all of them； but this one at least was a minor exit。 It boasted fewer guards than most。
The fugitives approached boldly； as if they had every legitimate expecnottation of the sentries ushering them through。 The guards must have wonnotdered why a high priestess would wear an elegant cloak and gown and ride her ceremonial transport for an excursion into the dirty； dangerous caves beyond the city； but a matron's whim was law in Menzoberranzan。 They offered her obeisance； then set about the cumbersome process of unbarnotring the granite…and…adamantine valves…or most of them did。
One officer eyed Faeryl thoughtfully。 He had a foxy； humorous face and was smaller than most males； which apparently didn't hinder him when wielding the heavy broadsword hanging from his baldric。 Though he carnotried the blade of a warrior； he'd eschewed mail…which could disrupt arcane spells…for a cloak and jerkin possessed of the countless telltale pockets of a wizard。 Evidently he was fighter and wizard both。 When she gazed directly at him； he respectfully lowered his head but resumed his scrutiny as soon as she turned her head。
She pivoted around to face him and asked； 〃Captain； is it？〃
The small male gave her a smart salute。
〃Captain Filifar； my lady； at your service。〃
〃Please； e here。〃
Filifar obeyed。 If he betrayed any wariness； it was only in his eyes。 The