R.A. Salvatore's War of the Spider Queen: Dissolution, Insurrection, Condemnation (71 page)

Compared to the collection of nobility in the room, House Zauvirr was still inconsequential and could be held accountable for everything Faeryl had done and said up to that point. Embarrassing one’s own mother in front of her superiors was no way to climb to a higher position within a House, and the ambassador knew that both her tone and her explanation had to be handled just right.

“For the sake of understanding,” she continued, “let me start by saying that House Zauvirr represents House Melarn in certain business interests, and I represent House Zauvirr’s efforts on behalf of House Melarn in Menzoberranzan. I serve—or did serve, rather—as the ambassador to Triel Baenre herself. When the difficulties arose, they were, as you now know, experienced in Menzoberranzan as well. Concerned about this and the lack of caravan traffic between the two cities, I petitioned Matron Mother Baenre to allow me to return here in the hopes of finding out what was wrong.

“Triel refused, and in fact, effectively placed me under house arrest, for what concerns I never found out. She eventually imprisoned me when I tried to leave on my own. While I did not wish to damage the relationship between our Houses and House Baenre, my loyalty and concern lay solely with my own family and those families we serve here in Ched Nasad. I was ordered put to death for treason, but thankfully, the execution never occurred.

“Triel changed her mind at some point, choosing instead to forgive me whatever sins I supposedly committed. She assigned me to journey with her sister, Quenthel Baenre, and several others here to Ched Nasad to reestablish trading and to determine if more information was available concerning the, uh . . .”

“Child, we all know that Lolth has vanished. You don’t have to tread around the subject.” It was Matron Mother Aunrae Nasadra, the uncrowned queen of Ched Nasad, leader of the most powerful House in the city. Faeryl swallowed as Aunrae added, “Get to the point.”

The ambassador nodded and continued. “Menzoberranzan had suffered an uprising, a slave revolt supported by outside forces. Containing it consumed a substantial amount of the sisterhood’s divine resources. Matron Mother Triel sent the group of us here to find out if Lolth’s disappearance was limited to Menzoberranzan or felt across all tribes of drow, but she also wanted Quenthel to procure any divine magic she could lay her hands on here. Quenthel and Triel had apparently rationalized that since House Baenre held part ownership in Black Claw Mercantile, anything the storehouses stocked was her city’s by right. Once I was able to covertly relay this to my mother via my brother and his magical contacts, we worked together to set a trap and catch the Menzoberranyr in the act. It was only when we all arrived at the storehouse that we discovered Matron Mother Melarn was actually aiding the visitors. My mother confronted both of them together, and Matron Mother Melarn tried to escape.”

When she finished, Faeryl realized she was out of breath from rushing through the rest of her explanation. Matron Mother Aunrae had that effect on everyone.

“Drisinil was killed, cut down trying to flee,” Ssipriina added, drawing attention back to herself. “I would have done whatever I could to spare her if I could have reached her in time, but it was too late, and my own magic is too weakened to stave off the passing.”

“So you conspired to allow them to sneak into the city, going so far as to mislead a city patrol?”

The matron mother who asked this question was Jyslin Aleanrahel. Her features were sharp, almost fierce, and her reputation as a malicious, greedy drow who found fault in every action was legendary. Faeryl had never liked her, but she was hardly in a position to show that sentiment.

“They have no doubt been sent to spy on us,” Jyslin continued, “and their supposed story of reestablishing contact here was simply a falsehood meant to keep you off-balance. I daresay the males still loose in the city are sending sensitive information back to their superiors even now, especially if this wizard is as capable as you alleged before. I might have expected you to be a more clever girl and keep them out of the city, but I suppose that’s too much to ask.”

“This is foolish,” Umrae D’Dgttu, matron mother of the second most powerful House in the city said. “We’ve heard the story, some of us several times now. It is clear to me that House Zauvirr acted with the best intentions of Ched Nasad in mind. I move that we dissolve House Melarn forthwith.”

Umrae was one of Ssipriina’s secret allies, Faeryl knew. This was it. They were beginning the process, giving her mother what she wanted. Dissolution of House Melarn was the first step in granting Ssipriina a seat on the Council.

“I concur,” said Ulviirala Rilynt, another of the four her mother had bribed. “The treason of House Melarn seems clear enough to me.”

Faeryl stole a glance at Ssipriina and saw that she was trying hard not to smile too broadly.

“I’m more concerned with the veracity of their story,” Lirdnolu Maerret said. “So far, all we’ve had to go on is this fanciful tale Ssipriina and her daughter have woven, with no neutral observer able to substantiate it. House Zauvirr stands to gain quite a lot by seeing Drisinil and her ilk dead. I for one am unwilling to so quickly assume they’re telling the truth simply for the good of the city.”

“Quite true,” Jyslin Aleanrahel agreed. “Let’s hear Drisinil’s daughter speak.”

Faeryl opened her mouth to protest then snapped it shut again. The matron mothers knew well the propensity drow had for scheming, and this was the challenge Ssipriina had cautioned her would come. There were some who would want the whole truth and would look to try to trap House Zauvirr in a lie, or if they were allies of House Melarn, try to pin whatever blame they could on Ssipriina. Her mother had cautioned Faeryl for patience during this time. When their new enemies were exposed, or if the decision didn’t favor Zauvirr, their secret mercenary army would step forward.

Halisstra Melarn was brought from the dungeons below to answer for her mother’s crimes. She was almost forcibly led into the chamber, flanked by two large female guards. She had been stripped of her fine clothing and was dressed in only a thin shift. She cast her eyes about the room, searching faces, perhaps hoping to find some sympathy or support among those present.

It was rumored that Halisstra had a soft streak, that she never seemed to show the type of tenacious ambition her mother wanted to see in her daughters. She was more interested, those rumors suggested, in slumming with her battle captive, Danifae, using the other drow’s good looks to attract males to carouse with. There were even some who whispered that Matron Mother Melarn would have cast her out of the family, given the right circumstances. Faeryl knew that the slumming part was true, and that gave her an idea.

She spread her hands helplessly, as if acknowledging that she had failed in some way. “I beg your forgiveness for whatever flaws you see in our plan, Matron Mothers,” Faeryl said quietly. “I am as disappointed as you that a House of our own beloved city would conspire with foreigners at our expense. I now recall additional damning evidence that might put this debate to rest.”

“What?” Ssipriina said, leaning forward, obviously loath to see her daughter possibly ruin her own carefully laid web of lies.

Faeryl studiously ignored her mother.

“What do you mean?” Jyslin said, her eyes narrowing.

Faeryl was sure she had the advantage. Though she had not mentioned it before—since it was a lie she had only conceived of on the spur of the moment—there was no way Jyslin could challenge her for leaving it out of her story the first time. Faeryl could pretend she’d simply forgotten it until then.

“It’s just that, right after passing through the gates of the city, I had the good fortune to spy Mistress Halisstra and her consort, Danifae Yauntyrr. I was surprised to see them in such a sordid section of the city, but I considered it a stroke of good fortune, nonetheless. I made a specific effort to move into their line of sight so that they would see it was me and notice I was with strangers. I thought for certain they had spotted me, and I even flashed a quick message to Danifae, but she either didn’t recognize me or didn’t want anyone to know they’d been there. She turned Halisstra away, and the two of them melted into the crowd. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it, but now I realize that she must have been there to signal Quenthel and the others.”

Halisstra’s eyes grew wide at hearing Faeryl’s accusations. She sputtered to find the words to defend herself.

“I . . . we never . . . Matron Mothers, I assure you that we never saw the ambassador and her companions in the lower sections of the city. I am innocent of the charges leveled against me.”

Faeryl smiled to herself. Halisstra had specifically avoided denying that she had been there. It had been a gamble, supposing that the two of them might have been in the vicinity in the last couple of days, but it had paid off. The unwanted attention was being focused on Halisstra.

“Perhaps I am mistaken,” Faeryl quickly interjected. She smiled at Halisstra, who was staring daggers at her in return. “It was crowded there, with all of the refugees and the base-born males in their revelry, so it’s easy to understand how I only thought Danifae had caught the eye of someone in my party. The two of you were obviously seeking someone else.”

Faeryl wanted to grin at her own cleverness. By pulling back, admitting she had made a mistake, she doubly damned Halisstra. The seed of doubt had been planted in everyone’s mind, and the less she tried to force them to accept her theory, the more likely they all would be to believe it; such was drow nature. For those who chose to believe Halisstra’s innocence, that left only one other reason for her to be in such an improper part of the city. Either way, it shed an unpleasant light on the daughter of a traitor.

Ssipriina turned to Jyslin Aleanrahel and said, “Matron Mother, I am only a trader, unused to the machinations of the higher nobility. If I had foreseen how greatly this would have displeased you, I would have conceived of a better way to deal with the crisis at hand. As it was, I still hope you will consider that I was keeping only the best interests of Ched Nasad in mind, acting in all ways on its behalf.”

There was a general murmur from the matron mothers as they put their heads together, no doubt discussing the additional implications of guilt Faeryl’s little tale had just heaped upon House Melarn. At the very least, the suggestion that Halisstra had been carousing with the commoners of the city meant that her disgraceful behavior was of the worst sort and she was unfit to rule a noble House. That half of it happened to be true only made the whole incident sweeter to Faeryl, who was simply glad she was no longer the drow everyone else was looking down their noses at.

“Enough!” Aunrae Nasadra shouted, rapping her rune-covered staff upon the floor. Even in such an impromptu meeting, the eldest and most powerful matron mother commanded absolute respect, and the room fell silent. “This nonsense is the reason we face the bleak loss of our goddess’s favor. How can we expect Lolth to grant us her attention when we waste so much time and energy on such ridiculous discussions as who’s stepped in the most rothé muck?” The matriarch walked among the others, peering at them all. “Whether or not House Melarn’s progeny chooses to whore around with low-born males in the seamiest underbelly of Ched Nasad is of no concern to me.”

Faeryl stole a glance at Halisstra, whose face was down in humiliation.

Matron Mother Nasadra paid neither of them any heed.

“The streets are not safe for most drow,” she said. “We all know the extra precautions we had to take even to come here. Our city is on the verge of disaster, mothers, and yet we must stand here and discuss the fate of a noble House, one high enough to have a seat on the Council.

“Ssipriina has suggested that we dissolve House Melarn and offer up Halisstra and these remaining outsiders as sacrifices to appease the masses as much as the Dark Mother. While we know nothing about why our beloved Lolth is angry with us, that she
is
angry with us, we are certain. Will this help? Will it bring her blessings back to us?

“If we make an example of the traitors and let the whole city see us do it will it quiet the citizens for a time? Perhaps, but more importantly, will it satisfy all of you? Will you return to your Houses satisfied that a House has fallen and that the hierarchy has shuffled sufficiently? There are things more fragile than the peace of our city, but they are few in number. This backstabbing, while inherent in our nature, is misplaced during this time of difficulties.”

“What if this Baenre priestess’s companions know something?” Halisstra asked. “What if they have an inkling of what troubles the Dark Mother? If you simply kill me, then you get what you want— one less House to stand in your way—but if you kill them, whether as spies or as sacrifices, you might lose valuable information.”

“Shut your mouth, child!” Ssipriina hissed. “You’ve shamed us enough for one lifetime. Do not think that you can escape justice merely by pretending to be loyal now. It’s too late for that.”

Halisstra would not be deterred. She proceeded, ignoring the dark stares the matron mothers gave her.

“What if this wizard has discovered something?” she asked. “Faeryl has already told us he is clever and was not above antagonizing Quenthel. I would not put it past him to know more than he’s letting on. Why kill him, when he might be so inclined to parlay with us? Could he be willing to reveal his own secrets? Perhaps even for a price? There are those among you who do not wish to hear what he has to say. He might expose the lies you have told concerning my mother and me.”

Aunrae smiled and said, “Tell me, child, do you think Lolth would grant such a vision to a male? Do you think she would allow a
boy
, however clever, to unlock the secrets of her silence?”

“These are desperate times, Matron Mother, you said so yourself. I would not close any possible avenue of redemption, however thickly cloaked in folly it may seem. Of course, I have few avenues of redemption for my life left. I have my own desperate times. Whether you wish to question him or not, I merely ask that you bring him as a witness into these proceedings. His words could prove my own innocence.”