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d the teacher。 A few congratulated her on her finesse； and； utterly indifferent to the corpse sprawled in their midst； renotsumed their departures。
Drisinil picked up and examined the fallen falchion。 Once Quenthel was slain； it ought to look nice on her wall。
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Faeryl prowled the rounded； treacherous surfaces at the apex of the amnotbassadorial residence。 She was trying to monitor all four sides of her home； which entailed clambering about with a certain celerity。 Yet she was also trying to hide from anyone who might be peering from the window of a neighboring mansion or up from one of the quiet residential boulevards of prosperous West Wall； and the faster she moved； the more problematic stealth became。 She'd sneaked up there two hours ago； when everyone else thought she was bundling or burning documents； and she still wasn't sure she'd struck the proper balance between the two necessities。
She wished she could have ordered a retainer or two up there to help her keep her vigil； but it would have been ill…advised； considering that any of her minions might be the object of her hunt。
She also wished she had more cover。 Except for a few token walkways and crenellations so small as to be essentially ornamental； the apex of the stalagmite keep was bare of fortifications or even level places to stand。 If Faeryl looked closely； she could see subtle signs that at one time； when the keep had served another purpose； such defenses had existed in abundance； but subsequently； a wizard had melted the ramparts back into the rest of the calcite。 It made sense。 The Menzoberranyr would see no reason to gift an outsider with any notable capacity to resist a siege。
Faeryl perched on the northeast side of the roof。 Outlined in blue； green； or violent phosphorescence； the homes of her wealthier neighbors glowed all around her。 Had she looked from a distance； she would have observed her own residence shining in the same way。 Fortunately； the lunotminescence only defined the silhouette of the tower and picked out several spiders sculpted in bas…relief。 As long as she stayed away from the images； kept silent； and enjoyed a measure of luck； it shouldn't reveal her presence。
A soft； indefinable sound rose from the northwest。 Grateful that she at least still had the brooch that would make her weightless； she scuttled quickly along the sloping pitch of the roof； fearless in the knowledge that even if she lost her footing； she needn't fall。
In a few seconds； she reached the northwest aspect。 She peered over the drop and discovered the source of the sound in the plaza below。
Bare to the waist； rapiers in one hand and parrying daggers in the other； two males circled one another。 They stood straight and stepped lightly in the manner of well…trained fencers。 Their discarded piwafwi s； mail； and shirts lay where they'd tossed them on the ground along with a pair of empty wineskins。 A third male looked on from beneath an overhanging balcony some distance away； where the batants quite possibly hadn't noticed him。
Faeryl sighed。 This little tableau was mildly intriguing； but it clearly had nothing to do with her own situation。
After her frustrating interview with Matron Mother Baenre； she'd realnotized she had an opponent。 Someone who'd traduced her； possibly to keep her from departing Menzoberranzan； though she couldn't imagine why。 From that inference； it was a small step to the suspicion that the enemy had an agent inside her household。 It was what any intelligent foe would try to arrange； and it arguably explained how Faeryl's intention to go home had been discerned and countered w