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“And ye’ve met with the others, then?” Klutarch asked.
“Need I?” Kimmuriel replied.
Klutarch looked surprised, but Beniago, of course, knew the truth of it.
“Well, they’re—” Klutarch started.
“Irrelevant,” Beniago finished for him. “Our good friend Kimmuriel here has just informed us that Bregan D’aerthe’s return to Luskan will signal the ascent of Ship Kurth above the others. The other high captains will agree, or their successors will. ”
It took a moment for Klutarch to digest that, judging by his expression, but when he caught on to the implications behind the confident statement, his face brightened, albeit briefly.
Briefly, for clearly implied in Beniago’s words loomed a similar threat against House Kurth.
“We should go to High Captain Kurth,” Klutarch said.
“You go,” Kimmuriel answered, and he turned to stare at Beniago, who cleared his throat and waved Klutarch away.
“There is more, then?” Beniago asked when he was alone with the dark elves.
“You grow comfortable in your light skin, I see,” Kimmuriel replied.
With a chuckle, Beniago reached up and pulled off his earring, dispelling the illusion, and he stood before Kimmuriel in his true drow form.
“Kurth will agree,” Kimmuriel stated more than asked.
“He is stubborn and headstrong, but ultimately pragmatic,” Beniago answered anyway.
“If he doesn’t, are you ready to assume the mantle of high captain?”
Beniago wasn’t thrilled at that prospect, but said, “As you command, of course. ”
“Let us hope it doesn’t come to that. ”
“Then there is more,” Beniago reasoned
“Your cousin, Tiago Baenre, has settled in with the Xorlarrins in the ruins of Gauntlgrym,” Kimmuriel explained. “Their expedition appears to be going along splendidly. ”
“Thus, Bregan D’aerthe’s renewed interest in the region. ”
“Of course, but there is a potential problem. Your cousin Tiago has taken an interest with a rogue from Menzoberranzan known to be wandering the region. ”
Beniago sighed, understanding the implications all too well. “Drizzt Do’Urden will kill him, and Quenthel will go to war over it. ”
“And war, in this case, is not good for business,” said Kimmuriel.
“What would you have me do?”
“Get Drizzt out of the way. ”
Beniago looked at his leader with incredulity, and not a small amount of terror. Drizzt would prove formidable enough by himself, of course, as Beniago knew from personal experience, and even more so given the characters with whom he had surrounded himself, and even if Beniago—Beniago Baenre—could somehow find a way to dispatch the rogue, Jarlaxle had made it quite clear to all of them that such an event would trigger harsh retribution. No drow, particularly no drow of Bregan D’aerthe, cared to cross Jarlaxle.
“Not to kill him, you fool,” Kimmuriel remarked, and Beniago breathed a sigh of relief.
“Be clever,” Kimmuriel explained. “Find a way to keep Drizzt and Tiago apart, for the foreseeable future at least. ”
“You could go to Tiago. ”
“We have,” said Kimmuriel. “Jarlaxle himself spoke with him. ”
“And he is as stubborn, prideful, and headstrong as ever,” Beniago presumed. Kimmuriel didn’t bother responding, so Beniago asked, “Where is Drizzt?”
“In Port Llast. ”
That perked up Beniago, for Port Llast was becoming the focus of the discussion about Luskan over the last few days. The situation had just become more complicated, he feared, but when he got past that initial reaction, he saw as well a glimmer of hope.
He was a lieutenant of Bregan D’aerthe, he reminded himself, and though with many peers, he was outranked only by Kimmuriel, Jarlaxle, and the independent Valas Hune in the organization’s hierarchy. Luskan was his post, and Luskan was about to become very, very important to the organization once more.
This was Beniago’s chance to elevate himself above the many other lieutenants. He wasn’t about to let his miserable cousin Tiago, whose father had betrayed Beniago and had him driven from the Baenre ranks to the waiting arms of Bregan D’aerthe in the first place, spoil it.
“Make Kurth agree,” Beniago bade Kimmuriel. “I can better serve our interests from my current position. Instruct Kurth to grant me leeway in negotiating the disposition of Port Llast. ”
“You’re already plotting your course,” Kimmuriel said, and Beniago bowed at the compliment from this most intelligent and pragmatic drow.
“Problem?” Artemis Entreri asked Drizzt that night, the pair already a third of the way to Luskan despite their late start.
Drizzt rolled the figurine of the black panther over in his hands. “I don’t know. ”
“You haven’t been calling her lately. ”
“I haven’t seen the need. ”
Entreri tapped him on the shoulder and forced him to look up, straight into the assassin’s doubting expression. “We’ve been in a dozen fights since you felled the sea devil on the docks. ”
“I was often behind the wall, using a bow,” Drizzt replied.
“And often not. ”
Drizzt sighed and nodded, unable to escape the accusation.
“The cat looks haggard,” Entreri said before he could. “Her skin hangs low, as if with exhaustion. ”
“You’ve noticed. ”
Entreri shrugged. “Call her. ”
Drizzt looked back at the figurine and thought it over for a short while, then softly called out for Guenhwyvar. A few moments later, the gray mist arose and formed into the panther, who stood right before the seated drow.
“She pants,” Entreri observed.
Drizzt put a hand out to stroke the cat, and to feel the slackness of her skin, as if her muscles beneath had grown old. He had seen her like this before, but usually after she had spent many hours by his side, battling trolls or the like.
“You see it?” he asked.
“Do such magical creatures age?”
Drizzt had no answer. “Ever before when Guenhwyvar has been so exhausted, a day in her Astral home would rejuvenate her. I fear that the fight with Herzgo Alegni, when she was lost to me, has harmed her. ”
“Or maybe she’s not properly returning to her Astral home,” Entreri offered.
Drizzt snapped his head around to regard the assassin.
“Still, she looks a bit better than she did when last she was at your side, so perhaps it will pass. ”
Drizzt wasn’t sure of that, but as he had no need of Guenhwyvar at that time, he gave her a hug and quickly dismissed her. Remembering Entreri was watching, he felt a bit embarrassed, but to his great surprise the man offered no judgment—no negative one, at least. Drizzt filed that in the back of his mind and thought again of shadow gates and his suspicions of where Guenhwyvar had been lost to him. He wondered if he might soon be visiting the Shadowfell after all.
“Do you think Port Llast will thrive once more?” Drizzt asked a short while later.
“Do you think I care?”
Drizzt laughed and resisted the urge to blurt out “Yes!” He would allow Entreri his perpetual disaffection, for whatever purpose that might serve the man.
“So when we retrieve your dagger, you will sail out of Luskan and give no further thought to me, or Port Llast. ”
“I give no thought to you now. ”
Drizzt laughed again and let it go, fully confident that Artemis Entreri would be riding beside him on the return journey to Port Llast.
If they got that far, he reminded himself when he considered the task before him. He knew where Entreri’s dagger was, so he believed, but he wasn’t about to kill the only man who might broker the deal he needed for the sake of Port Llast in order to retrieve that dire blade!
Thanks to their enchanted mounts, the
y reached Luskan the next night, and neither found any problem in secretly climbing over the wall. Drizzt knew that Beniago would be more than willing to meet with him. He got his bearings and led Entreri through the city’s alleyways.
“I don’t know you,” Beniago remarked a short while later, having turned down the alleyway to the appointed spot where he expected to meet Drizzt, only to find a small man leaning easily on the wall of the alleyway, appearing rather bored.
“That dagger you carry on your hip is mine,” the small man replied. “And I would have it back. ”
“I have carried this for many years. ”
“Where did you get it?”
“That’s not important. ”
“It is to me. ”
“I hardly remember. ”
Entreri kept his distance, but narrowed his eyes to let this man Beniago clearly see his building anger. “I will have it back. ”
“I cannot give it to you. ”
“Your corpse will not hold it so tightly, and if it does so, then I will merely chop off your fingers. ”
Beniago laughed, but betrayed a bit of concern with his posture and movements.
“He really will kill you,” came a voice from above, and Beniago froze, and slowly looked up to see Drizzt Do’Urden sitting comfortably along a narrow ledge along the building to his left, legs outstretched before him, fingers locked behind his head as he rested against the structure’s chimney.
“I have seen you fight, and witnessed this man, Artemis Entreri, in combat many times,” Drizzt went on. “You will hold your ground against him for a short while—perhaps longer because he knows to beware your dagger. But soon enough he will overwhelm you, and you’ll feel the killing blow before you ever see it coming. ”
“You betrayed me,” Beniago said. “You lured me out here to an ambush!”
“Not so. Only so if you make it so. ”
“And I suppose your panther prowls nearby in case I try to flee. ”
“You know the way I prepare a battlefield,” Drizzt replied and dropped down easily from his perch, landing lightly in the alleyway just a few strides from Beniago. “But I did not lure you out here for any ambush, or indeed for any fight. It wasn’t until we saw you coming that my companion recognized your dagger as the one he carried many years ago. ” The statement was true enough, though Drizzt left out the part that he and Entreri had known of the item, and indeed that was why he brought Entreri along.
“I’ve grown quite fond of it,” Beniago replied.
“More than you are fond of breathing?” Entreri asked.
“It’s not worth it,” Drizzt said to the tall, red-headed man. “Artemis Entreri’s claim to the dagger is as legitimate as his ability to take it from you, should you choose that course. ”
Beniago looked from Drizzt to Entreri, then back to the drow. “I am a businessman,” he said.
“I counted on that. ”
“Then what do you offer,” Beniago asked, and he looked to Entreri and remarked, before Entreri could, “in addition to my life?”
“That which you once asked of me,” said Drizzt. “I, and Dahlia, and my friend Entreri here, can serve House Kurth quite valuably, from afar. We are in a position now to give High Captain Kurth a tremendous advantage over his peers. ”