"You are fortunate, wizard” the high priestess said to Ma-
soj. "I have memorized a spell this day that will release the
stone's hold on you” She whispered some instructions to
her assistants and they took out water skins and pouches of
clay and began tracing a ten foot square on the floor around
the trapped wizard. The high priestess moved over to the
wall of the chamber and prepared for her prayers.
"Some have escaped” Dinin said to her.
The high priestess understood. She whispered a quick de-
tection spell and studied the wall. "Right there” she said.
Dinin and another male rushed over to the spot and soon
found the almost imperceptible outline to the secret door.
As the high priestess began her incantation, one of her
cleric assistants threw the end of a rope to Masoj. "Hold on”
the assistant teased, "and hold your breath!"
"Wait -" Masoj began, but the stone floor all around him
transformed into mud and the wizard slipped under.
The clerics, laughing, pulled Masoj out a moment later.
"Nice spell” the wizard remarked, spitting mud.
"It has its purposes” replied the high priestess. "Especially
when we fight against the gnomes and their tricks with the
stone. I carried it as a safeguard against earth elementals”
She looked at a piece of rubble at her feet, unmistakably one
eye and the nose of such a creature. "I see that my spell was
not needed in that manner”
"I destroyed that one” Masoj lied.
"Indeed” said the high priestess, unconvinced. She could
tell by the cut of the rubble that a blade had made the
wound. She let the issue drop when the scrape of sliding
stone turned them all to the wall.
"A maze” moaned the fighter beside Dinin when he
peered into the tunnel. "How will we find them?"
Dinin thought for a moment, then spun on Masoj. "They
have my brother” he said, an idea coming to mind. "Where
is your cat?"
" About” Masoj stalled, guessing Dinin's plan and not really
wanting Drizzt rescued.
"Bring it to me” Dinin ordered. "The cat can smell Drizzt”
"I cannot. . . I mean” Masoj stuttered.
"Now, wizard!" Dinin commanded. "Unless you wish me
to tell the ruling council that some of the gnomes escaped
because you refused to help!"
Masoj tossed the figurine to the ground and called for
Guenhwyvar, not really knowing what would happen next.
Had the earth elemental really destroyed Guenhwyvar? The
mist appeared, in seconds transforming into the panther's
corporeal body.
"Well” Dinin prompted, indicating the tunnel.
"Go find Drizzt!" Masoj commanded the cat. Guenhwyvar
sniffed around the area for a moment, then bounded off
down the small tunnel, the drow patrol in silent pursuit.
"Where. . “ Drizzt started when he finally began the long
climb from the depths of unconsciousness. He understood
that he was sitting, and knew, too, that his hands were
bound in front of him.
A small but undeniably strong hand caught him by the
back of the hair and pulled his head back roughly.
"Quiet!" Belwar whispered harshly, and Drizzt was sur-
prised that the creature could speak his language. Belwar
let go of Drizzt and turned to join other svirfnebli.
From the chamber's low height and the gnomes' nervous
movements, Drizzt realized that this group had taken flight.
The gnomes began a quiet conversation in their own
tongue, which Drizzt could not begin to understand. One of
them asked the gnome who had ordered Drizzt to be quiet,
apparently the leader, a heated question. Another grunted
his accord and spoke some harsh words, turning on Drizzt
with a dangerous look in his eyes.
The leader slapped the other gnome hard on the back and
sent him off through one of the two low exits in the cham-
ber, then put the others into defensive positions. He walked
over to Drizzt. "You come with us to Blingdenstone” he said
in hesitant words.
"Then?" Drizzt asked.
Belwar shrugged. "The king'll decide. If you cause me no
trouble, I'll tell him to let you go”
Drizzt laughed cynically.
"Well, then” said Belwar, "if the king says to kill you, I'll
make sure it comes in a single clean blow”
Again Drizzt laughed. "Do you believe that I believe?" he
asked. "Thrture me now and have your fun. That is your evil
way!"
Belwar started to slap him but held his hand in check.
"Svirfnebli don't torture!" he declared, louder than he
should have. "Drow elves torture!" He turned away but
spun back, reiterating his promise." A single clean blow”
Drizzt found that he believed the sincerity in the gnome's
voice, and he had to accept that promise as a measure of
mercy far greater than the gnome would have received if
Dinin's patrol had captured him. Belwar turned to walk
away, but Drizzt, intrigued, had to learn more of the curi-
ous creature.
"How have you learned my language?" he asked.
"Gnomes are not stupid” Belwar retorted, unsure of what
Drizzt was leading to.
"Nor are drow” Drizzt replied earnestly, "but I have never
heard the language of the svirfnebli spoken in my city”
"There once was a draw in Blingdenstone” Belwar ex-
plained, now nearly as curious about Drizzt as Drizzt was
about him.
"Slave” Drizzt reasoned.
"Guest!" Belwar snapped. "Svirfnebli keep no slaves!"
Again Drizzt found that he could not refute the sincerity
in Belwar's voice. "What is your name?" he asked.
The gnome laughed at him. “Do you think me stupid?"
Belwar asked. "You desire my name that you might use its
power in some dark magic against me!"
"No” Drizzt protested.
"I should kill you now for thinking me stupid!" Belwar
growled, ominously lifting his heavy pick. Drizzt shifted un-
comfortably, not knowing what the gnome would do next.
"My offer remains” Belwar said, lowering the pick. "No
trouble, and 1 tell the king to let you go” Belwar didn't be-
lieve that would happen any more than did Drizzt, so the
svirfneblin, with a helpless shrug, offered Drizzt the next
best thing. "Or else, a single clean blow”
A commotion from one of the tunnels turned Belwar
away. "Belwar” called one of the other gnomes, rushing
back into the small chamber. The gnome leader turned a
wary eye on Drizzt to see if the drow had caught th~ men-
tion of his name.
Drizzt wisely kept his head turned away, pretending not
to listen. He had indeed heard the name of the gnome leader
who had shown him mercy. Belwar, the other svirfneblin
had said. Belwar, a name that Drizzt would never forget.
Fighting from down the passageway caught everyone's at-
tention, then, and several svirfnebli scrambled back into
the chamber. Drizzt knew from their excitement that the
drow patrol was close behind.
Belwar started barking out commands, mostly organizing
the retreat down the chamber's other tunnel. Drizzt won.
dered where he would fit into the gnome's thinking. Cer.
tainly Belwar couldn't hope to outrun the drow patrol
dragging along a prisoner.
Then the gnome leader suddenly stopped talking and
stopped moving. Tho suddenly.
The drow clerics had led the way in with their insidious,
paralyzing spells. Belwar and another gnome were held fast
by thedweomer, and the rest of the gnomes, realizing this,
broke into a wild scramble for the rear exit.
The drow warriors, Guenhwyvar leading the way,
charged into the room. Any relief Drizzt might have felt at
seeing his feline friend unharmed was buried under the en.
suing slaughter. Dinin and his troops cut into the disorgan-
ized gnomes with typical drow savagery.
In seconds-horrible seconds that seemed like hours to
Drizzt-only Belwar and the other gnome caught in the
clerical spell remained alive in the chamber. Several of the
svirfnebli had managed to flee down the back corridor, but
most of the drow patrol was off in pursuit.
Masoj came into the chamber last, looking thorougWy
wretched in his mud.covered clothing. He remained at the
tunnel exit and did not even look Drizzt's way, except to
note that his panther was standing protectively beside the
secondboy of House Do'Urden.
"Again you have found your measure of luck, and more”
Dinin said to Drizzt as he cut his brother's bonds.
Looking around at the carnage in the chamber, Drizzt
wasn't so sure.
Dinin handed him back his scimitars, then turned to the
drow standing watch over the two paralyzed gnomes. "Fin-
ish them” Dinin instructed.
A wide smile spread over the other drow's face, and he
pulled a jagged knife from his belt. He held it up in front of a
gnome's face, teasing the helpless creature. "Can they see
it?" he asked the high priestess.
"That is the fun of the spell” the high priestess replied.
"The svirfneblin understands what is about to happen. Even
now he is struggling to break out of the hold”
"Prisoners!" Drizzt blurted.
Dillin and the others turned to him, the draw with the
dagger wearing a scowl both angry and disappointed.
"For House Do'Urden?" Drizzt asked Dinin hopefully. "We
could benefit fram-"
"Svirfnebli do not make good slaves” Dinin replied.
"No; agreed the high priestess, moving beside the dagger-
wielding fighter. She nodded to the warrior and his smile re-
turned tenfold. He struck hard. Only Belwar remained.
The warrior waved his blood-stained dagger ominously
and moved in front of the gnome leader.
"Not that one!" Drizzt protested, unable to bear anymore.
"Let him live!" Drizzt wanted to say that Belwar could do
them no harm, and that killing the defenseless gnome
would be a cowardly and vile act. Drizzt knew that appeal-
ing to his kin for mercy would be a waste of time.
Dinin's expression was more a look of anger than curios-
ity this time.
"If you kill him, then no gnomes will remain to return to
their city and tell of our strength; Drizzt reasoned, grasp-
ing at the one slim hope he could find. "We should send him
back to his people, send him back to tell them of their folly
in entering the domain of the draw!"
Dinin looked back to the high priestess for advice.
"It seems proper reasoning; she said with a nod.
Dinin was not so certain of his brother's motives. Not tak-
ing his eyes off Drizzt, he said to the warrior, "Then cut off
the gnome's hands”
Drizzt didn't flinch, realizing that if he did, Dinin would
surely slaughter Belwar.
The warrior replaced the dagger on his belt and took out
his heavy sword.
"Wait; said Dinin, still eyeing Drizzt. "Release him from
the spell first; I want to hear his screams”
Several drow moved over to put the tips of their swords at
Belwar's neck as the high priestess released her magical
hold. Belwar made no moves.
The appointed drow warrior grasped his sword in both
hands, and Belwar, brave Belwar, held his arms straight out
and motionless in front of him.
Drizzt averted his gaze, unable to watch and awaiting,
fearing, the gnome's cry.
Belwar noted Drizzt's reaction. Was it compassion?
The drow warrior then swung his sword. Belwar never
took his stare off Drizzt as the sword cut across his wrists,
lighting a million fires of agony in his arms.
Neither did Belwar scream. He wouldn't give Dinin the
satisfaction. The gnome leader looked back to Drizzt one fi-
nal time as two drow fighters ushered him out of the cham-
ber, and he recognized the true anguish, and the apology,
behind the young drow's feigned impassive facade.
Even as Belwar was leaving, the dark elves who had
chased off after the fleeing gnomes returned from the other
tunnel. "We could not catch them in these tiny passage-
ways” one of them complained.
"Damn!" Dinin growled. Sending a handless gnome victim
back to Blingdenstone was one thing, but letting healthy
members of the gnome expedition escape was quite an-
other. "I want them caught!"
"Guenhwyvar can catch them” Masoj proclaimed, then he
called the cat to his side and eyed Drizzt all the while.
Drizzt's heart raced as the wizard patted the great cat.
"Come, my pet” Masoj said. "There is hunting left to be
done!" The wizard watched Drizzt squirm at the words,
knowing that Drizzt did not approve of Guenhwyvar engag-
ing in such tactics.
"They are gone?" Drizzt asked Dinin, his voice on the edge
of desperation.
"Running all the way back to Blingdenstone” Dinin replied
calmly. "If we let them”
" And will they return?"
Dinin's sour scowl reflected the absurdity of his brother's
question. "Would you?"
"Our task is complete, then” Drizzt reasoned, trying
vainly to find some way out of Masoj's ignoble designs for
the panther.
"We have won the day” Dinin agreed, "though our own
losses have been great. We may find still more fun, with the
help of the wizard's pet?'
"Fun” Masoj echoed pointedly at Drizzt. "Be gone,
Guenhwyvar, into the tunnels. Let us learn how fast a
frightened gnome may run!"
Only a few minutes later, Guenhwyvar came back into the
chamber, dragging a dead gnome in its mouth.
"Return!" Masoj commanded as Guenhwyvar dropped the
body at his feet. "Bring me more!"
Drizzt's heart dropped at the sound of the corpse flopping
to the stone floor. He looked into Guenhwyvar's eyes and
saw a sadness as profound as his own. The panther was a
