Pharaun bowed, and Halisstra wasn't sure if it was meant to be mocking or not, but he said, «My apologies. There wasn't time to warn anyone. They would have been upon us if I hadn't acted as swiftly as I did.»
Quenthel sniffed, apparently not completely satisfied with his explanation, but she said nothing else. After a moment, Halisstra realized that the Mistress of the Academy was looking at her.
«Well?» Quenthel said, «Lead on. I don't want another horde of Ssipriina's lackeys finding us still standing around their comrades' corpses.»
Halisstra nodded curtly and turned toward the door. She was careful not to stare overly long at any of the bodies of the soldiers Jeggred had dispatched. She reached the door and waved her brooch in front of it, allowing the magic to do its work and unlock the portal. The priestess stepped inside and beckoned the others to follow her.
The interior of her mother's chambers was gaudy and out of style for Halisstras tastes, but she paid the decorations no mind. As the rest of the group filed inside, she gestured toward the rest of the room and the different doorways.
«Mistress Baenre's things are here somewhere,» Halisstra said. «If we spread out, we can find them more quickly.»
As if to punctuate the need for urgency, another rumbling vibration bounced through the House, and Halisstra thought she heard the fracturing of solid rock.
«Never mind that,» Quenthel said brusquely. «They're in there.»
She pointed through one of the doorways.
«That's the bedrooms,» Halisstra said, slightly puzzled at how the high priestess would know they were in there. «Come on,» she said, and the entire group followed her into the interior chamber.
The oversized bed sat to one side, a huge, round affair that could accommodate five or six drow and probably had on more than one occasion, Halisstra supposed. In addition to that, there were a number of couches, chests, dressers, and tables for furniture, and rich tapestries covered every square foot of the walls.
Quenthel trudged across the room to a point between two tall ar-moires, where a tapestry woven of black fabric glowed in phosphorescent hues of green, purple, and yellow with an image of a drow priestess. Halisstra knew it was supposed to be her grandmother, and she wondered why Drisinil had kept it. Halisstra certainly didn't intend to keep anything to remind her of her own mother.
«Here,» Quenthel said. «Everything's behind here.»
«Well don't touch it, yet,» Pharaun admonished, striding up beside her.
He studied the tapestry for a moment then nodded to himself as though satisfied. He took hold of a corner of the weaving and yanked it off the wall. Behind it was only bare stone.
Quenthel's scowl deepened, but the wizard simply produced a wand from inside the folds of his piwafwi, waved it about, and uttered an arcane phrase. He pocketed the magical device and went back to studying the space as the others gathered around. Danifae stood near Halisstra, and the priestess felt her attendant press something against her hand. Looking down, Halisstra saw that the battle captive had procured a pair of daggers and was handing one to her, on the sly.
Oh, you clever girl, Halisstra thought. She quickly palmed the weapon and tucked it into the folds of herpiwafwi, out of sight. Then she returned her attention to what the wizard was doing.
«Yes, of course,» Pharaun said, as though he had recognized something that should have been obvious to him. «All right everyone, step back. I can disarm the protective wards and sigils that are here, but I cannot deal with the more mechanical trap that I suspect is also present.»
«That's all right,» Valas said. «If you can remove all of the magical protections, I might be able to manage the rest.»
Pharaun nodded and began to gesture and mutter, finally pointing toward the space between the two tall armoires with a flourish. Halisstra supposed the wizard must have some ability to sense the presence of various spells, wards, and charms, for she could not see what he was working on and had never known of a secret portal anywhere in her mothers rooms. Pharaun gazed at the wall a moment longer after he was finished with his casting then nodded for the scout to give it a try.
Valas moved up closely to the wall and began to inspect it little by little, inch by inch. Halisstra wanted to get in close beside him, to see what he was looking at, but she dared not disturb his concentration. At that moment, yet another in the series of rumbles shook the room, and Halisstra nearly lost her footing.
«By the Abyss!» Valas yelled, waving his arms in an effort to avoid falling against the wall. «This is no good. I can't do this with all of the—»
The scout's words were cut off as the whole room suddenly lurched and began to tilt. Halisstra fell to the floor as the chamber was no longer level but instead tipped to one side, away from the wall they had been inspecting. She realized she was screaming as she rolled along the floor. The movement stopped, but all through the House she could hear the horrendous sound of fracturing rock, loud popping noises that sounded as if the whole world was snapping apart.
«We've no time! We've got to get out now!» Halisstra heard one of the males yell.
«Not without my possessions,» Quenthel insisted, sitting up and trying to stand on the yawing floor. «Get that door open—now?*
Pharaun, who had actually begun to levitate to avoid falling down, nodded as the others left their feet—all except Valas, who seemed perfectly capable of maintaining his balance despite the tilt of the floor.
The wizard removed a soft glove from inside his piwafwi. He donned it and began casting again as the floor made several popping sounds and began to tilt even more. A massive, glowing fist appeared, twice as tall as Pharaun, floating in the air in front of the mage. Pharaun guided the magical conjuration with his own gloved hand, turning it so that the knuckles were aimed at the point on the wall.
«Get back!» Pharaun yelled. «I don't know what kind of backlash this will create.»
There was more popping from the structure of the House— closer, the sounds deafening—and Halisstra found she had her hands over her ears. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
We're going to die in here, she thought. The whole house is falling apart, and we're going to be crushed.
The magical fist lurched forward and slammed into the wall between the armoires, smacking against the stone with a powerful crunch. The wall cracked in several places. Pharaun directed the fist to back up and go again.
Quenthel was beside Halisstra, grabbing her by the arm.
«When he gets that wall down,» the Mistress of Arach-Tinilith said, «we will need to hurry. What's the fastest way out of here?»
Halisstra looked at the other drow helplessly.
«We're in the very heart of the House,» she answered. «The most protected point. It'll take us forever to get out, no matter which way we go.»
Quenthel scowled, but then she nodded and moved away.
The giant fist had slammed into the wall two or three more times, and the wall was about to collapse.
One more blow should do it, Halisstra thought as she felt the concussions of more cracking and breaking beyond the room. If it's not too late already, she added to herself.
Around Halisstra, the others were wide-eyed, trying to maintain their balance and eyeing the walls, ceiling, and floor warily.
The next slam of the fist finally did the section of wall in, and it collapsed in a pile of rubble. Behind it, a small chamber sat dark and dusty, filled with shelves containing a number of items Halisstra had never seen before. Quenthel pushed ahead of everyone else and strode—or rather hiked, for it was like walking up a hillside—into the chamber, snatching up a five-headed snake whip with a gleam in her eye.
«Yes!» was all she said as she held the weapon aloft, the five vipers hissing and writhing joyously.
Quickly, Quenthel gathered up several other items that obviously belonged to her then eyed the other things displayed on the shelves.
«No time,» Pharaun insisted. «We leave now!» Turning to Halisstra, the wizard demanded, «Which way is out? Get us there, before the whole place falls!»
Halisstra shook her head miserably.
«We're as far away from the exits as we can be!» she shouted over the cacophony of popping, shattering stone. The room lurched again. «There's no close way out!»
«Then I'll make one,» Pharaun shouted. «Which direction is closest to the outside?»
Part of the ceiling on the far side of the room collapsed, sending a shower of stone fragments and dust into Halisstra's face. She covered her nose and mouth with one hand as she flung her arm up to shield her eyes from the stinging shards of rock that pelted her. She couldn't think. She was going to die. There was no way out, no escape—and no Lolth.
Halisstra felt the wizard's hands grasp her arms.
«Tell me,» he shouted, «which way is the closest way to the outside, regardless of walls?»