«Perhaps we should try the needles again,» the ambassador mused aloud. «They fit so easily beneath the toenails, and it is such fun.»
Quenthel grunted and shook her head, her red eyes wide.
«No? Then maybe there's something in here that I can use to amuse myself,» Faeryl said, turning to one of the braziers and sorting the tools resting in it. «Some of these are glowing nicely, now. I've heard that these blunt ones are especially good for the eyes.»
The grunts increased in rhythm and went up an octave.
Faeryl put her face back down in front of Quenthel's again, but she was no longer smiling.
«We've only scratched the surface, Mistress Baenre,» she spat, once again stringing the honorific out. The sarcastic tone was becoming second nature to her. «We've got endless hours to enjoy this, and I want to make sure you experience every last little 'pleasantry' Jeggred inflicted on me.»
Quenthel closed her eyes as a muted groan passed the bit shoved in her mouth.
Faeryl supposed the high priestess might be trembling, or perhaps it was simply the quivering of muscles, strained from being stretched so long. She chuckled and turned to examine the other prisoner.
Jeggred had been bound tightly to a stout column, lengths of chain encircling him from ankles to chin. The bonds were so tight, the draegloth could move only his head, which he tossed from side to side as he strained to break free. He snarled as Faeryl looked at him.
«Oh, I know,» she cooed, stepping closer. «You want to gut me, don't you? You want to spill my blood and dance in it.»
«You will die a slow, painful death,» the fiend rumbled. «I will see to it personally.»
Faeryl waved her hand in front of her nose.
«Stop talking, you vile beast. Your breath is most foul.»
Jeggred only growled.
Faeryl fixed him with her gaze and said, «Do you remember the things you did to me?» She almost shuddered but forced herself to remain still. «I am going to repay you for it… every bit of it. I'll send your carcass back to Triel when I'm through.»
Jeggred smiled.
«You can't begin to understand the methods of meting out pain. My attentions were but a part of those methods, and there is nothing you can conceive of that I will notice at all.»
«Oh, really?» Faeryl replied, her lips pursed. «We'll see. My advisors have told me what things you feel and don't feel. 'He resists the bum of acid and fire, and he will not suffer from cold and lightning, they said. But we'll find something. Yes, we will. Maybe sound, hmm? There is something you don't like, and when I discover what it is, you'll enjoy it for endless hours. I promise you.»
There was a soft step upon the stone floor near the doorway. Faeryl turned in irritation to see what the intrusion was all about. It was Zammzt.
«What do you want?» Faeryl demanded.
She knew the aide was there at her mother's behest and that she was undoubtedly being summoned to attend to the matron mother. It didn't make her very happy, and though she could not take her annoyance out on her own mother, she could easily do so on the ugly male. The dark elf bent his knee and dipped his head slightly.
«I beg pardon, Mistress Zauvirr, but your mother requires your immediate presence in the audience chamber.»
«Of course she does,» Faeryl snarled. «If she has the slightest notion that I am not indisposed, she finds something for me to do.»
When Zammzt hesitated for the slightest of moments, Faeryl gave him a cold stare.
«Well,» she asked, «what are you waiting for? Go tell her I'm on my way!»
Zammzt scurried out of the torture room and disappeared around the comer, his piwafwi flying behind him. Faeryl returned her attention to Quenthel.
«I'll come back and visit with you some more in a bit,» she said, «and when I do, I really want to give those needles another try. Maybe the fingernails this time, hmm?»
The bound form on the rack emitted a whimper.
«Oh, good, I'm pleased that you like the idea, too.»
Danifae Yauntyrr didn't really expect Matron Mother Zauvirr to grant her free run of the entire House, and her suspicions were correct. As she departed the audience chamber with a final sneer back in Halisstras direction, she was also careful to note Ssipriina's slight nod at two of the guards standing near the door. As she stepped through the portal, the guards silently and unobtrusively fell in behind her. The battle captive pursed her lips in the slightest hint of frustration, but she wouldn't have expected anything else. It really didn't matter. She'd just have to put on a bit more of a show.
Ignoring the two House Zauvirr soldiers who followed her, Danifae made her way back to Halisstra's private chambers, where she also took Reverie so that she could attend to the noble drows every need. She guessed that the guards would not be so invasive as to follow her in, and again, her intuition was right. She strode through the door and shut it behind her. Once she was alone, she began to pace, mulling possibilities over in her mind.
Halisstra had just provided her servant with a perfect opportunity to free herself from the other drow's subjugation. Danifae almost laughed at her mistress's gullibility, thinking that Danifae would run to try to save her. After ten years as Halisstra's battle captive, Danifae wanted nothing more than to be rid of the wretched drow and her domination. She wanted nothing more than to return to Eryndlyn. The problem was, with Halisstra's binding in effect, Danifae wasn't sure she could actually get free, even with Ssipriina Zauvirr's help. In fact, she suspected that once she actually did turn on Halisstra and provide the «proof» of Drisinil's daughter's guilt to the matron mother, Ssipriina would simply let her perish along with Halisstra.
Danifae knew she had to ensure her own freedom first and not depend on another for it. But how?
She hated the effect of the binding, for it was insidious in its effectiveness. Though Danifae didn't truly believe it, she sometimes wished that the compulsion of the binding fully controlled her mind, rather than merely restricting her ability to distance herself from Halisstra. She told herself that it would have been better to serve the Melarn daughter as a mindless zombie rather than of her own accord, attending willingly to avoid the consequences of straying too far from her mistress. It locked her to Halisstra as surely as a length of chain around their ankles.
In the early years, Danifae wanted desperately to throttle her mistress, but Halisstra's death would bring about her own, and Danifae would experience her own demise in a slow, excruciatingly painful manner. That was the nature of the binding. It sustained her somehow, kept her alive as long as Halisstra willed it. Distance was not a factor, but the moment Danifae disregarded Halisstra's wishes and went her own way, she had no doubt that the other drow would simply let her wither away like a mushroom with its roots hacked off. Displease the dark elf, and with a thought, Danifae would succumb. By the Dark Mother, she hated it.
The binding's magic was alien to Danifae. She didn't understand what was required to sever it or if it even could be severed by any hand other than Halisstra's. The risk of discovery was too great to allow her the chance to inquire, and besides, Halisstra rarely let her servant out of her sight. With Halisstra under arrest, Danifae had the perfect opportunity to follow through, to finally find out what could be done, and there was no time. Halisstra was going to die unless Danifae convinced Ssipriina Zauvirr to find a solution to her problem, and she doubted that the matron mother would lift a finger to help her, even with her promises of damning testimony against the daughter of Drisinil Melarn. That only left Danifae with the option of actually saving Halisstra.