“Then kill all who are dear to him, before his very eyes!” Matron Mother Baenre declared.
But Yvonnel simply shrugged. “To what end? Even then, we would only affirm the truth in Drizzt’s heart. That heart would break at the sight of his beloved friends murdered, of course, but it would be a temporary victory. Breaking his heart is not the same as breaking his will.”
“So you simply allow him to leave?” asked Sos’Umptu.
Yvonnel laughed, so wickedly, so knowingly, so sinisterly, that it sent a chill through the spines of the older women.
“Drizzt is not the Chosen of Mielikki,” Yvonnel explained. “He is the Chosen only of what is in his heart, which he once accepted as the name of the goddess Mielikki. His faith lies in what he deigns truth, not a specific deity, and if there is a god for him, he believes he will find that god by following what he knows to be right and true. His apathy for the existence of a named truth, a god, will not chase him from his chosen course.”
The two Baenre high priestesses glanced at each other uncertainly.
“His human wife’s faith is less complicated. Catti-brie is a Chosen of Mielikki, willingly so,” Yvonnel continued.
Sos’Umptu and Quenthel looked at each other again and shrugged, neither understanding.
“Trust the lingering curse of Faerzress madness,” Yvonnel explained. “When Drizzt truly believes that he is deceived yet again, when he sees before him the ultimate ruse, he will reject it utterly and with explosive outrage.”
“And?” the matron mother prompted.
Yvonnel turned a most awful grin over the women. “How destroyed do you suppose Drizzt Do’Urden will be when he comes to understand that in killing the lie, he has struck dead his beloved Catti-brie?”
The level of conniving evil had the Baenre sisters standing dumbstruck.
“I would find that more gratifying than merely torturing the fool,” Yvonnel asserted, and she grimaced as she considered Jarlaxle’s assertion that she could not break Drizzt, determined to prove him wrong. “Wouldn’t you?”