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e was correct。 He and Ryld were traversing a gallery hung with musty phosphorescent tapestries when something rustled behind them。 The masters pivoted。 Silent in their drow boots； half a dozen warriors had appeared behind them and were leveling their crossbows。
Ryld crouched and lifted a fold of his cloak in front of his face。 Pharaun copied the move。 Two arrowheads plunged through his makeshift shield； which apparently wasn't as powerfully enchanted as thepiwafwi Houndaer had taken from him。 One quarrel hung up in the weave。 The other hurtled right through and grazed the mage's shoulder； stinging him and slicing a shallow cut。 He prayed it wasn't poisoned。
Hearing a ragged clatter； Pharaun uncovered his eyes。 The rogues had dropped their crossbows and were charging。 They'd already dashed too close for him to employ the incantation he would have preferred。 Instead he cast darts of light and dropped two renegades。 He discharged his crossnotbow and missed a third。
Ryld bellowed a war cry and sprang forward to meet the foes remainnoting。 The broadsword flashed back and forth； thrusting； cutting； and parnotrying with the small； precise movements that characterized true mastery。 Pharaun edged forward with his dirk in hand but never got a chance to use it。 The rogues all died before he could advance into range。
Pharaun took stock of himself and decided he didn't have any venom in his system； but Ryld groaned； made a face； and clutched at his temple。
〃What is it？〃 the wizard asked。
It seemed likely that one of the enemy had scored； but he didn't see any blood slipping between his friend's fingers； and head wounds bled copiously。
〃A throbbing headache；〃 said the swordsman。 〃Left over from Houndaer and Syrzan； I suppose； made worse when my heart started beatnoting harder。 I'm all right now。〃
〃I rejoice to hear it。〃 Pharaun turned； right into a second volley of quarrels。
He had no time to raise his cloak； dodge； or do anything else but gawk at the second band of renegades who'd crept up from the other direction。 Miraculously； every shaft missed。
One of the newers shouted； 〃They're here！〃
The guards charged； and Pharaun brandished a bit of spiderweb； the one spell focus he'd had no difficulty replacing。 A mesh of taut； luminous cables appeared around the onrushing renegades。 Anchored to the wall； the cables were as strong as rope and as sticky as glue。 They snared and held the rogues。
All but the two in front。 Either they'd been nimble enough to jump clear before the effect fully materialized； or their innate dark elf resistance to magic had protected them。
Undeterred by the loss of their rades； the warriors drove onward into sword range。 The one who focused on Pharaun had a birthmark stainnoting his left profile。
Pharaun shot。 The shaft hit the male square in the chest but glanced off his mail。 The ugly male swung his sword in a flank cut。 Pharaun twisted aside and menced an incantation。
He had to dodge two more attacks before he finished。 Shafts of light sprang from his fingertips。
Only one such spell left； he thought； and only one more chance to connotjure a trap of webbing； too。
The missiles passed through the renegade's mail and sent him reeling backward。 Wounded but still alive； the rogue gave his head a shake。 Phanotraun yanked his new dirk out of his belt and flung himself at the guard。 The wizard rammed his point up under the ugly male's chin before the latter had quite recovered his wits。
Pharaun turned。 Feinting low and striking high； Ryld whipped his broadsword through his opponent's neck。 The renegade fell； his severed head tumbling away。 For a mom