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.Who flushed a deep crimson and started to stride forward, snapping threats and orders at “Two miscreants who should both be in our dungeons, before—”Elminster turned his head in the teeth of this tirade and quietly asked Amarune, “Trip him for me, will ye, lass?”Unhesitatingly she obeyed, toppling the war wizard abruptly on his face onto the cobbles, sprawled and senseless.After staring down at the unconscious Mreldrake in sleepy astonishment for a moment, Amarune shook her head as if to clear away bewilderment and gave Elminster an almost accusative look.“You … did you use a spell on me?”“No,” Elminster told her truthfully.“Nor did ye obey me because I gave an order.Ye just did the right thing when I pointed it out to ye.We of the blood of Aumar can’t help ourselves, lass.Doing the right thing is what we do.”He patted her arm.“Oh, the Realms will be fine in thy hands.Just fine.”Those words left Amarune standing white-faced and slack-jawed in the street as she stared at him, at a complete loss for words.Gently he took her arm again and started towing her home.CHAPTER THIRTYYOUR CASTLE OR MINEAmarune awakened in darkness, lying amid her bedclothes.They were twisted and clammy, as if she’d spent the day wrestling with them rather than sleeping.She blinked up at the ceiling.Gods, she felt exhausted.Ruthgul was dead, dead … and she might well be, too, the moment Talane or that Windstag noble or his bullyblades found her.She dare not stay there.But where could she go?What should she do? Not just for the moment, but with her life?She was a very public target at the Dragonriders’ … but she’d need coins coming in, to live anywhere.Redoubling her career as the Silent Shadow only under a new name might be very profitable at that time, with Suzail full of wealthy nobles, but was stone-cold sure to be one thing.Very dangerous.Even if there were no laws nor wizards or Purple Dragons to enforce them, and even if nobles were all careless-of-coin idiots with blunt swords who lacked House wizards or hired bodyguards, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to make her living by thievery anymore.And what did the crazy old mage who thought she was his granddaughter want with her? To “save the Realms,” yes, but what did that mean? And just what would he put her through next?Arclath’s face swam into her head … and suddenly, in a rush that took her breath away, Amarune found herself missing his company very much.She wanted to hear that laugh of his again, his airy gestures and all the nonsense he drawled.She … stlarn it, she wanted to be at his side again.Where she felt, well, not safe, but confident.Or rather, wrapped in his confidence, as if it could carry them through any danger or difficulty or unpleasantness.Huh.And what pit of vipers would that be, trailing along with drawling, pranksome, idiotic Lord Delcastle?She shook her head and gave the dimly seen ceiling a wry shrug.No matter.It seemed to be what her sleeping self had decided she wanted to do.Her next shrug took her out of bed in a long-limbed wriggle.Stalking to her row of cloak hooks for some clean clothing, she found herself wondering if Lord Arclath Delcastle would be at Delcastle Manor at that hour.Or if, regardless of what time of day or night she appeared at its gates, the Delcastle servants would let her in—or just sneer and slam those grand doors in her face.Drawing a clean clout up her legs, she frowned at that.Mustn’t let new vipers into their cozy little pit …She smiled wryly and started thinking up grand tales of secret messages from the palace she’d be bringing him.She’d be … a highknight.Yes, she’d have to be.“The words I bear are for the ears of Lord Arclath Argustagus Delcastle alone,” she murmured to her mirror, keeping her face as calm as stone.“They are … royal words.”That sounded good.Almost good enough to get her in.She grimaced and reached up to fetch the knives she strapped all over herself when being the Silent Shadow.She had a gods-strong feeling she would be needing them.“Behold,” Elminster muttered to himself, “in what minstrels are pleased to call ‘the dead of night,’ one Elminster of Shadowdale returns to his chosen abode and battlefield, by one of the few ways he feels able enough to use about now.”The night-lass he’d just enriched by two golden lions glided to a graceful stop in front of the two duty guards, smiled as she calmly pulled open her bodice, and announced, “Wizard of War Rorskryn Mreldrake has just lost a bet, and by way of forfeit, has paid me well to entertain you two loyal Dragons.”“Stand back, lass,” the older guard replied sternly, peering warily past her into the night.“We’re under strict orders to let no one pass, not stray from our posts, and keep all who have weapons a safe reach away from us.”The night-lass stepped back meekly and undid her gown.“These are the only weapons I have,” she told them slyly, gesturing down at herself.The younger guard growled wordlessly, stepped away from the door they were guarding, and reached for her.“I’ll stand watch,” his older comrade growled quickly.“Be quick.”His resolve lasted long enough for Elminster to begin to think his coins hadn’t bought him passage after all, but the night-lass knew her work.One of her hands had been beckoning the older Dragon all the while, until eventually he growled and strode eagerly forward.Wherefore Elminster stepped away from the bit of the wall he’d been pretending to be a part of for a very long time, and slipped through the door unnoticed, without a sound or any undue haste.By the time the younger guard decided it would be prudent to at least look up from the lass—whose name he very much desired to know, for future occasions—and peer around to make sure the street was empty of a patrol or a noble’s coach or two or perhaps a small approaching army, Elminster was several secret passages deep into the palace and descending some old, damp, seldom-used stairs.He had magic to plunder, a hiding place to find, and a kingdom to save.In short, the usual …Amarune drew in a deep breath, pulled her cloak more snugly around her—the moon was up, but the night had turned cold—and firmly clacked the knocker of the porter’s door beside the gates of Delcastle Manor.Slowly and deliberately, thrice.Almost immediately, she heard a soft, sliding sound, as if a plate on the other side of the door had been slid aside to let someone peer at her.In the shadowed gloom, she couldn’t see any change in the door, but someone was there, watching and listening.There was movement behind the high, many-barred gates, too; guards, no doubt, taking up and aiming ready crossbows.Silence stretched.She worked the knocker again.This time, the response was a rattle of chain and a louder sliding.A square of heavy, double-layered grille revealed itself in the door at about eye level, a pair of steady eyes regarding her from behind it.“Delcastle Manor,” their owner murmured.“Your business?”“I’ve come at the invitation of Lord Arclath Delcastle,” Amarune replied carefully, knowing well what might be assumed about a woman walking alone and cloaked by night, and trying to sound polite, refined, and formal, “to speak with him.I am aware of the hour.”“I am sorry,” the porter replied, sounding as if he really was, “but the Lord Delcastle is not now at home.Perhaps tomorrow, around highsun, I will be able to give you a different reply
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