Escanor shook his head. "Not at all. A consort may fight at her own pleasure-but it is not expected." He waved her toward depths at the back of the tent. "If you please. I will have food brought later."
Vala refused to cross the threshold. "What about Sheldon?"
"Your son?" Escanor asked. "He will be brought to the enclave and raised in my house as a High Lord. Will that not please you?"
Vala needed to consider this only a moment before she shook her head. "No, he is Vaasan."
"Very well, he will remain in Vaasa," Escanor replied. "Whatever you wish, Vala." Vala turned to look at him. "Whatever I wish?" "For a consort of the First Prince, anything," Escanor said. "You could even return to Vaasa yourself-with Bodvar's debt repaid in full."
It was nearly enough to make Vala step into the tent. She had been gone from the Granite Tower for more than a year and longed for nothing more than to return to raise her son and see her aging parents-and that was what made the prince's offer too good to be true. He wanted more from her than to share the fur. There were a thousand courtesans in the Palace Most High that he could have for a smile, and most were-though it stung her pride to admit it-far more desirable than she.
She stepped away from the tent and narrowed her eyes at Escanor. "What does all this generosity cost me? My life? My will?"
Escanor spread his hands. "Nothing, if your desire is true." "Let's say it isn't."
"Then there is a much easier way to secure the same privileges," Escanor said, dodging the question. "Just tell me what you know about Galaeron's disappearance."
"I already have," Vala said. "Beyond that, I don't know anything that would help you."
"Allow me to be the judge of that," Escanor said. "You cannot know what might help us."
Vala was tempted. She was almost telling the truth anyway. If Galaeron wasn't going to Waterdeep-and apparently he wasn't, since the Shadovar couldn't find him-then she was at a loss. Escanor was right, though, in that she couldn't know what might help them find the fleeing elf-or implicate those who had stayed behind. However she looked at it, she would be betraying her companions at least in spirit, if not in fact.
"Let's try this," Vala said. "Tell me what you know, and I'll tell you if anything I know can help."
Escanor surprised her by laughing-not a cold, threatening chuckle, but a warm, almost respectful guffaw.
"You are a brave woman, Vala Thorsdotter," he said, clamping a big hand on the back of her neck. "I do not want to see what will become of you if the Most High learns you have refused to recant your betrayal."
Vala's legs grew icy, and she looked down to see herself melting into the shadows at her feet. "What are-"
That was as far as she made it before her consciousness vanished into cold darkness. Sometime later-it could have been a second or an hour, Vala had no way of telling-she felt the humid Myth Drannor air warming first her face, then her body, and finally her legs. She saw herself rising from a puddle of darkness, her body returning to its normal proportions. When she dared to raise her gaze again, she found herself standing atop the shadow blanket, surrounded by the murk-veiled towers and trees of Myth Drannor. Standing half-glimpsed at varying distances along the narrow street, were dozen of companies of Shadovar warriors.
Still holding Vala by the neck, Escanor pulled her around the corner of a huge, castle like ruin into a tree-choked courtyard that had once served as the building's main entrance. There was a single attached tower to the left and an L-shaped wing on the right, ail cloaked in the same mantle of darkness as the trees and the ground itself. A dozen Shadovar warriors stood near the entrance of the courtyard with their weapons and wands in hand and a nervous officer watching Escanor approach.
Sensing that she would not like whatever the prince had in mind, Vala allowed her hand to drift toward her sword hilt-and felt Escanor's iron grasp tighten on her neck.
"You saved my life once," he hissed. "Do not make me return the favor by snapping your neck."
"It's dark," Vala said. "Just wanted to see what's going on."
"Truly," Escanor sneered. He stopped in front of the nervous-looking officer. "This is the Irithlium?" The warrior inclined his head. "It is, Prince."
"Good." Escanor thrust Vala forward. "Tell her what we've been able to learn about this place."
The officer nodded and turned to Vala. "Not much, Lady Thorsdotter. It was once a magic school, which naturally attracted the phaerimm. The upper layers seem to have been stripped bare, but there are at least six phaerimm lairing somewhere beneath the foundations."
"Six phaerimm?" Vala gasped, understanding why the patrol looked so nervous. "In one building?"
The officer nodded. "Our assignment is to map their lairs."
"No," Escanor said, "now your mission is to slay them."
The officer's topaz eyes paled to citrine. "Slay them, Prince?"
"There is nothing to fear, my servant." Escanor thrust Vala toward him. "I brought you a new scout. You may contact me to request another if she falls."
The officer raised his brow at this, then nodded and said, "As you order, my prince."
Escanor turned to Vala. "You said you wished to fight," he said. "If you change your mind, you know what you must do." "I won't change my mind," Vala said, glaring at him.
"Of course not," Escanor said. He dismissed a young Shadovar from the patrol, then took the warrior's horned helmet and passed it to Vala. "This will prevent the phaerimm from controlling you-and if you should happen to change your mind, all you need do is touch the flat of your blade to a horn."
Vala accepted the helmet and used it to replace her own. "And if I don't?"
"Then I will report your death in battle to the Most High," Escanor said. "The Granite Tower will be informed of your bravery and devotion to duty."
"That's not what I meant," Vala said. "What do I get if we kill all the phaerimm? The same deal I would've by going into your tent?"
"If you kill six phaerimm?" Escanor's grin showed the tips of his fangs. "If you kill six phaerimm, then I will be your consort."
Laeral stepped out of the forest mud onto the damp sand at Anauroch's edge, nearly three hundred miles away. Though she had known in principle what to expect, so stunned was she by the size of the dark orb in front of her that, in her teleport afterdaze, she grew confused and thought she had somehow arrived outside the Plane of Shadow. Just translucent enough to make out the silhouettes of foothills rising ridge after ridge, the murky sphere was as wide as the horizon itself and so high that only a slim crescent of cloudy gray sky hung above it
Laeral was jarred out of her awestruck muddle when Chief Claw stumbled into her from behind, nearly flipping his body over her shoulder and growling an Uthgardt curse. Recalling that there would soon be a whole stream of soldiers pouring out of the teleport circle, she quickly stepped aside and grabbed the barbarian's enormous wrist.
"It's the shadowshell," she said, trying in vain to pull him aside. "You're outside the Sharaedim, remember?"
"Charideem," Claw repeated absently, head rolling backward as he struggled to take in the enormous dome of darkness rising above him. "The Great Dark Mountain!"
Lord Yoraedia blinked into existence behind Chief Claw and slammed into the barbarian's back as he walked forward. "Corellon's arrows!"
Yoraedia stepped back, reaching for his sword-and was promptly knocked forward again when Skarn Brassaxe crashed into him from behind.
"What? Who?" the dwarf cried. "Where in the Under-dark-"
"The shadowshell, remember?" Laeral set her feet and jerked Chief Claw aside, then released him and grabbed both Brassaxe and Yoraedia. "Snap out of it, good sirs, or our army is going to start teleporting in on top of itself- and if you think the Trade Way was a mess, wait until you see what happens when an elf and a dwarf try to occupy the same space!" "Don't want that!" Claw said, recovering his wits.