〃If the plane is infinite； then the spot we seek might be infinitely far away；〃 Pharaun observed。 〃How are we to get from here to there？〃
〃If we had simply materialized at some random point in this reality； you would be correct； wizard；〃 Tzirik replied。 〃However； the astral spell is not a random means of travel。 We are not too far from what we seek…an hour's march； perhaps a day's； but not much farther。 Since we know that Lolth's domain lies at the very nadir of this place； I would propose that we need only descend this strand and continue to descend each time we e to an intersection。 In the meantime； be alert。〃
〃There will be others；〃 Quenthel added。 〃The souls of the recent dead。 If you see anyone you recognize as a worshiper of the Spider Queen； we will follow them。〃
If Lolth is still calling them home； Halisstra thought。
The others seemed to be thinking the same thing。
The armored priest hefted his mace in his hand； adjusted the grip of his shield； and set off directly down the titanic gray strand； shoulders squared。 The Menzoberranyr exchanged looks； but turned to follow； picking their way down the steeply pitched column of webbing behind the Jaelre priest。
The surface of the strand proved surprisingly easy to negotiate。 Its surface was tacky； rather than truly adhesive； and it was posed of rough fibers that provided a sure footing。 It was springy enough that it cushioned the jarring footfalls of the sharply descending walk。
At first Halisstra thought the place was as empty as the silvery seas of the Astral Plane； since the vast distances from strand to strand of the webbing gave the whole place a sense of immense vacancy。 Yet the farther she went； the more she became conscious of an active malevolence in the very air of the place； as if the entire plane watched their intrusion and seethed with anger。 Strange； rasping rustling and oddly insectile tittering sounds rode on the fetid updraft from below； a crawling sound of distant movement and activity that carried no small menace with it。
Sometimes Halisstra spied motion on neighboring strands； even though the sagging gray cables were miles away across the bottomless space。 She could make out frenetic activity here and there； the creatures or objects responsible so far distant that it was impossible to guess what they might be。 More than once she sensed presences in the airy voids around their strand； slow； foul things that glided on the noisome exhalations from below； wheeling and drifting closer to the drow travelers as if sizing up an easy meal。
They began to pass corpses at odd intervals； hulking forms of nightmare that bined the worst features of spiders and demons。 Great rents had been torn in the chitinous shells of the monsters； limbs twisted off； hairy thoraxes crushed and oozing sour green paste。 Winged vulture…demons lay in shabby piles of filthy feathers； their foul beaks agape in death。 Bloated； froglike things hung suspended in the ropy fibers of the great strand； swaying slowly in the hot stench of the place。 Some of the demons still clung to life； too horribly damaged to do more than quiver and rasp； or croak dire threats at the drow as the pany carefully climbed down past them。
〃This place is a charnel house of devils；〃 Ryld muttered； holding one hand over his nose and mouth。 〃Is it always like this？〃
〃I saw nothing like this on my previous visit；〃 Tzirik said。 〃What it means； I cannot say； but I would not care to meet that which tears apart demons。〃
〃It is not like I recall； either；〃 Quenthel said。 Her face was set in a thoughtful frown； her voice quiet and strained。 〃Change is the essence of chaos； and chaos is an aspect of Lolth。〃
〃Indeed；〃 Pharaun said。 The fastidious wizard held a handkerchief to his nose and picked his way around a huge spider corpse whose bulbous abdomen had burst entirely； strewing the strand with its horrid contents。 〃It seems not unlikely that they did this to themselves。 Demons are violent creatures； after all。 In the absence of a powerful； manding presence； they often turn on each other。〃
〃An absence 。 。 。〃 Halisstra repeated。 She frowned； studying the carnage。 〃There are no drow bodies here。〃
Having descended a goodly ways； the neighboring strands were closer； and the intersections more frequent。 Halisstra could see more broken forms clinging to the tattered strands nearby。 Whatever battle had raged there must have spanned dozens of strands and miles of gaping darkness。
〃The Spider Queen 。。。〃 said Halisstra。 〃She has abandoned the denizens of her own plane； just as she has abandoned us。 Much as we have done in Ched Nasad； the demons of her realm have destroyed each other。〃 She closed her eyes； trying to shut out the awful sight。 The smell soured her stomach and left her light…headed with nausea。 〃Goddess； what is the purpose？〃 she murmured aloud。
〃The Spider Queen will explain her purposes if she sees fit to do so；〃 Quenthel answered。 〃We can only beseech the restoration of her favor； and trust that we will find approval in her eyes。〃
〃We can also move along a little quicker； and stop gawking；〃 Valas Hune called。 He was at the rear of the band； an arrow laid across the string of his double…curved bow。 The scout stood peering up the strand behind them； his face pinched in a worried frown。 〃Excuse the interruption； but we have pany。 Something is following us down the strand。〃
Halisstra followed the scouts gaze upward； swaying awkwardly as she lost her balance。 She hadn't realized just how far they'd descended until she looked back up the massive strand； sloping upward steeper and steeper into the darkness overhead。 Something was following them； a crawling horde of tiny； spiderlike figures that swarmed over the strand's entire circumference； heedless of whether they clung to the web's top； sides； or bottoms。 They were still many hundreds of yards behind the pany； but even at that distance Halisstra could tell that they were ogre…sized monstrosities； and the alacrity of their pursuit certainly didn't seem to be a good sign。
〃I don't like the looks of that；〃 Ryld said。
〃Nor do I；〃 Quenthel agreed。 〃Pharaun； do you have a spell prepared that can bar their passage？〃
The Master of Sorcere shook his head and answered； 〃Not without risk of severing the strand； I fear； and I find myself strangely unwilling to chance that。 I could instead confer a spell of flying on enough of us to perhaps abandon this strand and reach another； or we could simply descend to that strand below us by levitation。〃
He pointed at a slender； almost wispy web a long distance below them and a little to one side。
〃Save your magic；〃 Quenthel decided。 〃That strand will do。 Jeggred； Ryld； carry Valas and Danifae。〃
She slid down the side of the great strand they stood on； and pushed herself off into the darkness。 One by one； the others followed。 Halisstra risked one more glance at the scuttling terrors behind them； and hastened to follow the Baenre priestess。 She scrambled down the curving side of the monstrous cable； and leaped out into the dark。
Three days after his victory at the Pillars of Woe and twenty miles closer to Menzoberranzan； Nimor stood in the shadows at the mouth of the Lustrum； a wondrously rich mithral mine。 Near the entrance； a wedge…shaped vault soared upward for hundreds of feet； widening as it climbed； but down on the cavern floor it was cramped and broken with the shattered remnants of huge boulders。 The miners…slaves and soldiers of House Xorlarrin； or so he believed…had abandoned their tools and their homes in the face of the advancing duergar army； carrying off as much mithral ore as they could manage。 Nimor gazed up at the narrow black rift above him。
The mithral mine was an interesting bit of decoration； but it was only one of the reasons he was there。 The Lustrum stood between the army of Gracklstugh and the army of Kaanyr Vhok。 The duergar stayed to the left and came up on Menzoberranzan's southwest side； while the tanarukks pushed right and approached the city from the southeast。 The drow army retreated ahead of them； in full flight for the dubious safety of their home city。 Menzoberranzan's Mantle…the great halo of twisting caverns and passageways ringing the city…offered the invading armies a thousand paths by which they might approach。
Of course； the matron mothers hadn't left their outer demesnes pletely undefended。 Nimor glanced down at the green shards of one of the city's infamous jade spiders； huge magical automatons of stone that guarded the city's approaches。 The wreckage of the one at his feet still smoked with acrid black fumes from the stonefire bombs that had destroyed it a few hours before。 They were clever and deadly devices； but without cadres of magic…wielding priestesses to hurl all sorts of awful dooms and blights on invaders； the jade spiders were not sufficient to the task of halting the two approaching armies。
How much longer until Menzoberranzan's great castles lie shattered like this device？ Nimor mused。
The Anointed Blade was interrupted in his reflections by the tramp of dwarven boots and the angry scrape of iron on stone。 The armored diligence of Crown Prince Horgar Steelshadow approached； escorted by a double file of the duergar lord's Stone Guards。 Nimor winced at the resounding clangor of the duergar soldiers。
One would think they'd get their fill of hammer blows and noise back in their city； he thought。
He brushed off his tunic and went down to meet his ally。
〃Well met； Crown Prince Horgar。 I am pleased that you honored my request for a parley。〃
The duergar lord threw open the armored door in the side of his iron wagon； and stepped down to the cavern floor。 Marshal Borwald followed a step behind； his scarred face hidden by a great iron helm。
〃I have been looking for you； Nimor Imphraezl；〃 Horgar replied。 〃You vanished after guiding our vanguard to this maze of tunnels。 What business did you have elsewhere that was more pressing than our assault on Menzoberranzan； I wonder？〃
Victory had transformed the crown prince's dour pessimism into a kind of ferocious hunger for more victories； and Horgar's lairds echoed their ruler's attitude。 Where before the sight of the assassin brought black scowls and dark mutterings； the lairds of Gracklstugh had e to acknowledge his presence with gruff nods and open envy of his successes。
〃Why； Crown Prince； my business concerned the uping assault；〃 Nimor said with a laugh。 He kicked aside one of the jade shards from the ruined construct。 〃Once I'd shown your men how to disable these things it seemed to me that your army had matters well in hand； so I took the liberty of reporting to my superiors； and spying out how matters stand in the city。〃
The duergar prince frowned； his brows knitting in thought。
〃You felt free to gamble with the tanarukk army；〃 said Horgar。 〃They might have turned on us as easily as upon the Menzoberranyr； you know。〃
〃Under normal circumstances； perhaps； but there is opportunity in the air。 I can smell it； Kaanyr Vhok can smell it； and I think you can； too。 We stand at a fulcrum on which