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.“Nothing, my lord Knellict.I will post the order of elimination.” He bowed quickly and turned to leave.Before he reached the cave, however, the magical stone door slid out from its concealment at the side, sealing the entrance in a camouflaged manner that made it seem as if no cave existed there.Coureese spun back to face Knellict, for he knew that the archmage had closed that door with a minor spell.“When I ask for your thoughts, you would do well to offer them,”Knellict explained.“All of them.” “Your pardon, master,” Coureese begged, bowing repeatedlyand awkwardly.“I only.”“Just speak them,” the mage demanded.“Fifty pieces of platinum?” Coureese blurted.“I had thought thatI would try to collect this bounty myself, but to go after this Entreri— who walks beside a drow!—for such a price is not enticing.”“Because you are intelligent.”Coureese looked up at him.“Only a fool would go after Artemis Entreri for this price, agreed.So let us see what fools we need to remove from our ranks.Or I should say, let us see what fools Entreri will eliminate for us.And in the process, perhaps he will leave a trail of bodies that King Gareth cannot ignore.We can only gain here.”“But Entreri will not likely be killed,” Coureese dared toremark.Knellict snorted as if that hardly mattered.“When I want him to die, he will die.Athrogate is close to him, do not forget, andthe dwarf is loyal.Better to enrage Entreri—or should I call him ‘Sir’ Entreri?—and embarrass King Gareth.And perhaps one of those who seek him out will show unexpected promise and actually slay him.Or perhaps several will prove resourceful enough to worktogether to win the bounty.”Coureese began to nod, catching on to all the potential gains.“Every so often, we must put such a test before our young recruits,” Knellict explained and shrugged.“How else are we toknow who is worthy and who should be dead?”Coureese offered a final nod then, hearing the door magically sliding open behind him as Knellict simply waved a hand, he bowed and took his leave.Knellict chuckled and stroked the purring Mourtrue.“Ah, cat,how am I ever to survive with such fools as that serving me? And heis one of the better ones of late!”He went back to the ledge and stared out over southern Vaasa.He missed the days of glory when Zhengyi had occupied the troublesome Gareth and the Citadel of Assassins had thrived.He hated living in a cave—even one magically furnished.CHAPTERSH A DOWS7To a surface dweller, they were called shadows, patches of confusing darkness made all the harder to decipher because of the splotches of light beside them.But to Jarlaxle, who had spentcenturies wandering the lightless abyss known as the Underdark, these “shadows” were really just dimmer areas of lightness.And so the drow had no trouble at all in discerning the man crouched besidea pile of debris in the alleyway beside the building where he and Entreri shared their second-story apartment.So painfully obvious was the fool that Jarlaxle had to work hard to keep from giggling at him as he walked past the alleyway to the wooden staircase that would take him to the outer door of his apartment.At the foot of those stairs, the drow casually glanced all about.Sure enough, he spotted a second man, slipping along the rooftop ofan adjoining building.“What have you done, Artemis?” Jarlaxle whispered under hisbreath.He started up the stairs, but stopped short and turned around,acting very much as if he had forgotten something.He even went sofar in his deception as to snap his fingers in the air before starting off quickly back the way he had come.They were all watching him,he knew, and there were likely more than two.But how could they question his decision to enter Piter’s Bakery, given the sweet, sweet aroma emanating from its open door?The drow’s turnabout might have fooled the would-be ambushers,but it revealed much more to Artemis Entreri, who watched fromhis apartment, from the corner of the small window overlooking the street.He understood the significance of Jarlaxle’s somewhat exaggerated movements: the finger snap and the feigned expressionof forgetfulness.Agents of the Citadel of Assassins were nearby, no doubt, andJarlaxle had spied them.After waiting a bit longer to see if anyone followed Jarlaxle’s detour to Piter’s shop—and no one did—the assassin moved backinto the center of the room and considered his course.He was mostcertainly outnumbered, and the first rule when so outmanned wasto never allow oneself to be cornered.He moved swiftly to the door,drew his sword and dagger, and kicked it open.He went through in a rush, speaking the command password, “White,” so that the magic of his trap didn’t kill him where he stood.As he went under the arch of the door, he jumped up and hooked his dagger inside the looped silver chain that held a small statuette of a dragon rampant, its eyes shining like white moonstones.A flick of his wrist had the dragon safely dangling on the blade of his dagger, a second fluid twist dropped the figurine safely away in a pouch, and a third, executed with such precision and speed that it all seemed as one swipe, replaced the dagger in its scabbard with the fine chain from the statuette still looped around it.Three running steps took Entreri down the hall, to the outer door, the balcony, then the stairway to the street.He thought to pause and inspect whether his uninvited guests had placed any traps on the door, but suspecting that he didn’t have that much time, he just lowered his shoulder and crashed through.On the balcony, he cut fast to the left, to the stairs, and he started down—one, two, three strides.There, still more than halfway up, he slipped over the waist-high railing, catching it with his free hand, sliding down its angled decline for a moment, then dropping to the ground.He rolled as helanded to absorb the shock, and came back to his feet already into his run.As he ran across the street, he could feel the eyes of archersupon him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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