In the candlelight, Gromph could see the silhouette of the golem. It was huge.
Geremis maintained a discreet distance from Larikal; males were forbidden to enter the apse of a temple of Lolth. He took a seat in the front bench and bowed his head.
Without preamble, Larikal lowered herself to her knees, likewise bowed her head, and prayed.
Gromph could not hear the words but he could imagine her murmuring voice carrying through the temple.
The candlelight danced across the smooth finish of the spider golem. The huge creature loomed over the altar, over Larikal. She was less than five paces from the subject of her prayers and did not realize it. Gromph almost smiled through his exhaustion. The Spider Queen certainly had a sense of humor.
Gromph turned back to the wards. He had to-
An idea struck him, and finally he did smile.
He did not have to unravel the wards after all.
Quenthel held her holy symbol in her shield hand and hurried through the words to a spell.
When she finished, she grew to nearly twice her size, as did her whip, armor, and shield. A violet glow suffused her and leaked from her eyes-the divine favor of Lolth made manifest.
Danifae completed her own spell, and a gray shield of magical force surrounded her entire body-her faith in physical form.
The priestesses eyed one another across the broken ground while Lolth's dead streamed between them and into the Pass.
Those are not defensive spells, Pharaun thought as he prepared again to send his magical fist against Jeggred.
Quenthel's whip hissed. Danifae shifted on her feet, her hands near the haft of her morningstar.
"An interesting choice of spell, Mistress Quenthel," Danifae said.
Quenthel sneered.
Pharaun thought open combat inevitable at that point, but no. Both priestesses held their ground and began again to cast.
Though he knew arcane magic far better than that granted by the gods, Pharaun had seen enough spells cast by clerics such that he would be able to identify most of the invocations that were being performed.
Danifae finished her spell first. The magic had no visible manifestation, but Pharaun determined from her gestures and words that the spell had augmented her physical strength.
Pharaun appreciated Danifae's subtlety. Quenthel's first spell had made her large and strong but obviously so. Danifae had made herself stronger too but without it being apparent.
Quenthel finished her own prayer, and a faint, green glow formed around her skin.
Resistance to spells, Pharaun recognized.
With that, the two priestesses eyed each other anew.
"The pass?" Danifae asked but took a threatening step toward Quenthel. "Or. . something else?"
Quenthel smiled, took a step toward Danifae, and said, "Something else."
Pharaun too smiled. If Quenthel and Danifae came to blows, he would take the opportunity to kill Jeggred, Baenre or no.
Halisstra's heart caught in her throat. Ahead, at the base of the mountains, Danifae and
Quenthel Baenre stood facing each other. A shimmering shield of gray force surrounded Danifae,
while Quenthel Baenre stood twice her normal size.
They were doing battle, or about to.
The draegloth Jeggred, watched from one side, and the wizard Pharaun, with some kind of conjured fist before him, watched from another. The souls of Lolth's dead streamed around and between the combatants, flowing into the jagged opening at the base of one of the tall mountains-
the Pass of the Soulreaver.
Halisstra had to move quickly. She flew down behind a rock outcropping thirty paces from the scene. Feliane and Uluyara followed. With an exercise of will, Halisstra ended the spell that had transformed them to vapor. She crouched behind the rocks and spoke with urgency.
"You see?" she said to Uluyara. "Danifae is fighting Quenthel Baenre. The Baenre priestess must have learned of her allegiance to Eilistraee."
She turned to go, but Uluyara grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around.
"Halisstra, they do not appear yet to be fighting. We should prepare defensive spells. The
Baenre priestess is not a trifling opponent."
"There is no time," Halisstra said, pushing Uluyara's hand away. If Danifae had finally heeded
Eilistraee's call, Halisstra did not want to leave her to face Quenthel alone. "We will use our spells in combat. It will be enough."
She looked her sisters in their eyes, demanding with her gaze that they obey her.
"The draegloth and wizard?" Feliane said. "What of them?"
Halisstra drew the Crescent Blade.
"Quenthel Baenre is our enemy," she said. "Assume the draegloth and wizard are too, unless they give you reason to believe otherwise."
"And what of Danifae?" Feliane asked.
"Leave her to me," Halisstra said.
With that, she turned and charged toward the combat. Uluyara's horn rang out behind her.
Chapter Thirteen
From somewhere behind Pharaun, the bray of a battle horn sounded.
For a moment, the tension between Quenthel and Danifae subsided. Both turned in the direction of the clarion.