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e had occasion to employ this last desperate means of defense； but in the sixteen years since an artisan had made it to her specifications； she had always kept the knife and scabbard oiled； and the blade easily slid free。
She studied Umrae。 As far as the envoy could tell； the imitation ghoul hadn't seen her bare the dagger； but she doubted she could keep it hidden for more than a second or two。 She had to manufacture a chance for hernotself quickly if she was to have one at all。
She pretended to stumble。 She hoped her unsteadiness looked genuine。 Umrae had touched her； after all； so it might seem credible that her strength was failing。
The ghoul took the bait。 She leaped forward and seized Faeryl by the forearms。 This time； her claws punched through the envoy's layer of mail and jabbed their tips into her flesh。 At once； a surge of nausea wracked Faeryl； then another。 Retching； she wasn't sure she could still use the knife in any sort of controlled manner。 Perhaps she'd just served herself up to her foe like a plate of mushrooms。
Umrae grinned at Faeryl's seeming…or genuine…helplessness。 The envoy felt the clerk's fingers tense； preparing to flense the meat from her bones； even as she pulled the noble closer and opened her jaws to bite down on her head。
Fighting the sickness and weakness； Faeryl tried to thrust her hand fornotward。 The effort strained her flesh against the ghoul's talons； tearing her wounds larger and bringing a burst of pain…but then her arm jerked free。 The blade rammed into Umrae's withered chest； slipping cleanly between two ribs and plunging in all the way up to Faeryl's knuckles。
Umrae convulsed and threw back her head for a silent scream。 The spasms jerked her hands and threatened to rip Faeryl apart even without the traitor's conscious intent。 Umrae froze； and toppled backward； carrynoting her assailant with her。
In contradiction of every tale Faeryl had ever heard； the shape shifter didn't revert to her original form when true death claimed her。 Still horrinotbly sick； the envoy lay for some time in the ghoul's fetid embrace。 Evennottually； however； she mustered the trembling strength to pull free of the claws embedded in her bleeding limbs； after which she crawled a few feet away from the winged corpse。
Gradually； despite the sting of her punctures and bruises； she started to feel a little better。 Physically； anyway。 Inside her mind； she was berating herself for an oute that wasn't really a victory at all。
Given that she needed to learn what Umrae knew； not kill her； she'd bungled their encounter from the beginning。 She supposed she should have agreed to the traitor's terms； but she'd been too angry and too proud。 She should also have spotted the vial and fought more skillfully。 If not for luck； it would be she and not her erstwhile scribe lying dead on the stone。
She wondered if her sojourn in Menzoberranzan had diminished her。 Back in Ched Nasad； she had enemies in… and outside House Zauvirr to keep her strong and sharp； but in the City of Spiders none had wished her ill。 Had she forgotten the habits that protected her for her first two hundred years of life？ If so； she knew she'd better remember them quickly。
The enemy hadn't finished with her。 She wasn't so dull and rusty that she didn't recall how these covert wars unfolded。 It was like a sava game； progressing a step at a time； gradually escalating in ferocity。 Her unknown adversary's first move； though she hadn't known it at the time； had been to turn Umrae and lie to Triel。 Faeryl's countermove was to capture the spy and remove her from the board。 As soon as Umrae missed s