蛛后之战(被遗忘的国度系列英文版)-第6章

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ed　down　its　flanks。　To　her　delight；　her　magic　affected　it　again。　The　spider　too　wore　a　mantle　of　shadowy　flame；　the　heat　rippling　the　air　above　it。
That　meant　it　ought　to　drop；　didn't　it；　or　at　least　flounder　about　in　helpless　agony？　The　fire　was　surely　damaging　it；　for　Quenthel　could　smell　its　flesh　charring　even　through　the　omnipresent　reek　of　burning　paint；　but　the　demon　turned　and　scuttled　after　her。
She　aimed　the　next　burning　missile　at　the　cluster　of　eyes　that　seemed　in　some　indefinable　way　to　constitute　the　very　core　of　the　thing。　The　spider　did　lurch　and　falter　when　the　burning　darkness　splashed　over　the　orbs；　but　only　for　a　second；　and　it　kept　ing。
Unable　to　outrun　it；　hoping　she'd　at　least　softened　it　up　a　little；　Quenthel　shouted　her　goddess's　name　and　lunged　to　meet　it。　Sheathed　in　darkfire；　her　whole　body　was　a　weapon　and　would　burn　the　spider　wherever　it　touched。　Where　the　black　flame　on　the　monster's　limbs　was　giving　way　to　yellow；　it　could　burn　her；　too；　but　not　if　she　didn't　let　it。　Their　natural　savagery　overing　their　fear　of　fire；　the　whip　vipers　lashed　and　struck　in　a　frenzy　of　bloodlust。
At　first；　swinging　the　whip；　ducking　and　dodging；　she　kept　herself　clear　of　the　spider's　mandibles。　She　shifted　left　when　she　should　have　jumped　right；　and　the　razorsharp　pincers　snapped　shut　around　her。
They　stopped　short　of　piercing　her　flesh。　Loath　to　clasp　her　blazing　body　and　be　seared　thereby；　the　spider　faltered　for　just　an　instant。　Before　it　could　muster　the　will　to　proceed；　Quenthel　struck　a　final　blow。
The　ophidian　lashes　crashed　through　the　demon's　charred　and　tattered　visage　and　bit　into　what　lay　beneath。　The　spider　jerked；　froze；　twitched　two　of　its　legs　in　a　purposeless　way；　and　the　burning　hulk　of　it　slowly　sank　to　the　floor；　just　as　Quenthel's　spell　elapsed　and　all　the　dark　fire　still　crackling　in　the　chamber　winked　out　of　existence。
She　shouted　in　exultation。　Equally　ecstatic；　only　a　little　singed；　the　vipers　danced　at　the　end　of　the　scourge。　Everyone's　good　mood　lasted　just　as　long　as　it　took　for　the　Baenre　priestess；　clad　primarily　in　smoke　and　ash；　to　turn　toward　the　door。　
Though　she'd　been　far　too　busy　to　notice　hitherto；　at　some　point　a　number　of　teachers　and　students　had　evidently　crowded　into　the　space　to　watch　the　battle。　They　were　watching　Quenthel　still；　eyes　wide；　faces　uncertain。
〃It　was　a　desecration；〃　said　Quenthel。　〃A　mockery。〃
She　stared　at　them　with　haughty　expectation。
They　peered　back　at　her　for　a　moment；　then　folded　their　hands　and　bowed　their　heads　in　obeisance。
　
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Tall　and　lithe；　the　left　side　of　her　otherwise　handsome　face　creased　with　an　old　battle　scar　of　which；　she　recognized；　she　was　rather　foolishly　proud；　Greyanna　Mizzrym　entered　her　mother's　presence　dirty；　sweaty；　and　still　clad　in　her　mail　shirt。　Greyanna　knew　Mother　didn't　like　for　her　daughters　and　other　chattels　to　e　to　meet　with　her　fully　armed；　but　she　had　an　excuse。　She'd　just　returned　from　an　inspection　tour　of　Mizzrym　operations　in　Bauthwaf—〃aroundcloak；〃　as　the　dangerous　network　of　tunnels　immediately　surrounding　Menzoberranzan　was　called—only　to　hear　from　a　frantic　　functionary　　bearing　the　　fresh　　marks　of　a　whip　of　　fangs　that　　the　　matron　mother　wished　to　see　her　as　soon　as　possible。
Actually；　even　knowing　the　articles　likely　wouldn't　save　her　if　things　went　horribly　wrong；　Greyanna　rather　liked　having　a　justification　to　walk　in　on　her　parent　with　her　mace　in　her　hand　and　her　shield　on　her　arm。　She　couldn't　think　of　any　reason　why　Mother　would　have　decided　to　kill　her　at　this　particular　point　in　time；　but　one　could　never　be　altogether　sure；　could　one？　
Certainly　not　with　Miz'ri　Mizzrym；　a　female　regarded　even　by　other　dark　elves　as　excessively　and　capriciously　cruel。　She　sat　enthroned　in　her　temple　with　all　of　her　weapons　and　protections　ready　to　hand；　the　sixheaded　whip　and　the　purple　rod　of　tentacles；　the　enchanted　rings　gleaming　on　her　fingers。　She　might　have　been　considered　ely　even　by　the　exacting　standards　of　her　exquisite　race；　except　that　her　mouth　drew　down　in　an　ugly　and　all　but　perpetual　scowl。　She　regarded　her　daughter's　martial　appointments　coldly　but　without　ment。
Greyanna　lowered　her　head　and　spread　her　hands；　offering　the　proper　obeisance；　and　said；　〃Matron　Mother。　You　wished　to　see　me？〃
〃I　wished　to　see　you　yesterday。〃
〃I　was　off　conducting　family　business。〃　Of　course；　Mother　knew　that　as　well　as　she　did。　〃We　have　to　keep　up　with　our　duties　even　now。　Especially　now—as　you　yourself　have　observed　on　more　than　one　occasion。〃
〃Watch　your　insolent　tongue〃
Greyanna　sighed。　〃Yes；　Mother。　I　apologize。　I　didn't　mean　to　speak　out　of　turn。〃
〃See　that　you　refrain　from　doing　so　again。〃
Miz'ri　fell　silent；　perhaps　to　gather　her　thoughts；　perhaps　simply　in　an　effort　to　rattle　her　daughter's　nerves。　Such　petty；　pointless　attempts　at　intimidation　were　virtually　a　reflex　with　her。
Greyanna　wondered　if　a　servant　had　been　instructed　to　fetch　her　a　chair　for　the　remainder　of　the　interview。　It　didn't　look　like　it。　That　was　typical　of　her　mother　as　well。
〃Your　brother　Pharaun　。。。〃　Miz'ri　said　at　last。
Greyanna's　eyes　opened　wide。　〃Yes？〃
〃I　think　it　might　finally　be　time　for　the　two　of　you　to　get　reacquainted。〃
The　younger　female　held　her　scarred　features　calm　and　posed。　It　was　rarely　a　good　idea　to　show　strong　emotion　to　anyone；　particularly　Mother。　If　you　showed　her　that　something　mattered　to　you；　she　would　find　a　way　to　hurt　you　with　it。　Even　so；　Greyanna　couldn't　quite　suppress　a　shiver　of　anticipation。
She　and　her　twin　sister　Sabal　had　loathed　one　another　from　the　cradle　onward。　Of　course；　in　the　noble　Houses　of　Menzoberranzan；　rivalry　between　sisters　was　expected　and　encouraged。　Certainly　Miz'ri　encouraged　it；　perhaps　simply　for　her　own　amusement。　But　for　some　reason—perhaps　it　had　something　to　do　with　the　fact　that　outwardly；　they　were　identical—　her　daughters'　enmity　far　transcended　even　her　expectations。　It　was　more　bitter　and　more　personal。　Each　yearned　to　injure　and　thwart　the　other　for　its　own　sake　at　least　as　much　as　to　improve　her　own　relative　standing　in　the　family。
All　but　choking　on　their　loathing　of　one　another；　they　fought　a　duel　that　lasted　decades　and　enpassed　every　facet　of　their　existence；　and　gradually；　on　every　battlefield；　Greyanna　began　to　prevail。　She　sabotaged　many　of　Sabal's　plans　to　enhance　the　fortunes　of　House　Mizzrym　and　found　ways　to　take　credit　for　those　that　succeeded。　By　secretly　tainting　some　of　the　sacred　articles　in　this　very　shrine；　she　ensured　that　her　twin's　public　rituals　would　fail　to　produce　even　the　feeblest　sign　that　the　Spider　Queen　found　her　worship　acceptable。　She　sowed　doubt　about　Sabal's　petence　and　loyalty　in　the　ears　of　everyone　who　would　listen。
Over　time；　Greyanna　rose　to　bee　her　mother's　most　valued　aide；　while　Sabal　was　seen　as　a　dolt　fit　only　for　the　simplest　of　tasks。　She　was　forbidden　the　use　of　her　family's　more　powerful　magical　artifacts；　lest　she　break　them　or　turn　them　to　some　illconceived　purpose。　From　kin　to　slave　warriors；　any　member　of　the　household　who　might　once　have　supported　her　aspirations　shunned　her　as　if　she　were　diseased。　At　that　point；　Greyanna　could　have　killed　her　easily；　and　she　expected　she'd　get　around　to　it　eventually；　but　Sabal's　misery　was　so　satisfying　that　she　put　it　off。
Put　if　off　until　Pharaun　came　home　from　Sorcere。
Before　her　little　brother　departed　to　Tier　Breche；　Greyanna　had　barely　noticed　him。　Of　course；　you　didn't　pay　attention　to　young　males　unless　you　were　unlucky　enough　to　be　put　in　charge　of　them。　They　were　the　silent　little　shadows　creeping　about　the　house；　cleaning；　ever　cleaning；　straining　to　master　their　inherent　magical　abilities；　and　learning　their　subordinate　place　in　the　world；　all　under　the　impatient　eyes—and　whips—of　their　minders。　As　far　as　she　could　remember；　Pharaun　had　been　as　cowed　and　pathetic　as　the　rest。
The　Academy　transformed　him　into　something　considerably　more　interesting；　though；　to　say　nothing　of　dangerous。　Perhaps　it　was　mastering　the　formidable　powers　of　wizardry；　or　maybe　it　was　immersion　in　an　enclave　prised　entirely　of　males；　but　somehow　he　emerged　from　his　schooling　polished；　clever；　and　bold；　possessed　of　a　sharp　wit　and　glib　tongue　that　frequently　danced　him　up　to　the　brink　of　chastisement　and　safely　back　again。
Amazingly；　he　threw　in　with　Sabal；　who　had　all　but　abandoned　hope　of　ever　climbing　higher　than　her　current　degraded　estate。　To　this　day；　Greyanna　could　only　explain　his　decision　by　positing　a　perverse　and　unnatural　bond　between　them；　but　whatever　his　reasons；　with　the　help　of　Pharaun's　ideas；　advocacy；　and　magic；　Sabal　essayed　new　ventures；　succeeded　brilliantly；　and　began　to　scale　the　ladder　of　status　once　more。　She　did　so　more　quickly　than　Greyanna　could　have　imagined；　and　the　family　came　once　more　to　regard　the　twins　as　peers；　equal　in　merit　and　promise。　Accordingly；　their　private　war　resumed；　even　more　vicious　and　murderous　than　before；　but　this　time　Sabal—say　Pharaun；　rather—proved　a　match　for　her。
Greyanna　tried　to　break　the　stalemate　by　convincing　Pharaun　to　change　sides。　She　expected　it　to　work；　for　after　all；　she　and　Sabal　looked　exactly　alike　and　shared　precisely　the　same　prospects。　Why；　then；　should　the　wizard　not　throw　in　with　the　stronger；　shrewder　sister　who　had　risen　to　the　top　of　House　Mizzrym　without　his　help？　Think　of　the　triumphs　they　could　acplish　together　Though　inwardly　sickened　by　the　prospect；　she　even　smiled　lasciviously　and　offered　him　the　inducement　she　believed　Sabal　had　given　him。
Her　brother　laughed　at　her。　It　was　at　that　instant　that　Greyanna　came　to　hate　him　just　as　savagely　as　she　did　her　sister。
Perhaps　she　owed　him　a　debt　for　his　cutting　mockery。　Conceivably；　it　goaded　her　to　new　heights　of　ingenuity；　for　it　was　shortly　afterward　that　she　hit　on　the　stratagem　that　would　destroy　Sabal。
A　band　of　gray　dwarves　had　been　raiding　in　the　tunnels　southeast　of　the　city；　and　Sabal　was　leading　the　force　endeavoring　to　hunt　the　bandits　down。　Taking　extraordinary　measures；　driving　her　agents；　whether　mortal；　elemental；　or　demonic；　relentlessly；　Greyanna　located　the　duergar　in　advance　of　her　twin。　Then　came　the　hard　part。　She　and　her　helpers　had　to　abduct　one　of　the　slatecolored　little　males　with