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war of the spider queen 1 dissolution-第4章

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es or an hour; but the moment finally came when he'd recited long enough。 The nether spirit Beradax appeared in the center of the pentacle; seeming to jerk up out of the floor like a fish at the end of an angler's line。
His centuries of wizardry had rendered Gromph about as indifferent to ugliness and grotesquerie as a member of his callous race could get; yet even he found Beradax an unpleasant spectacle。 The creature wore the apnotproximate shape of a dark elf female or perhaps a human woman; but her body was made of soft; wet; glistening eyeballs adhering together。 About half of them had the crimson irises characteristic of the drow; while the rest were blue; brown; green; gray…a miscellany of the colors monly found in lesser races。
Her body flowing; her shape warping; Beradax flung herself at her summoner。 Fortunately; she couldn't pass beyond the edge of the pentacle。 She slammed into an unseen barrier with a wet; slapping sound; then renotbounded。
Undeterred; she lunged a second time with the same lack of success。 Her resentment and malice infinite; she would spring a million times if left to her own devices。 Gromph had caught her; trapped her; but something more was needed if they were to converse。 He shoved the ritual dagger into his belly。
Beradax reeled。 The eyeballs prising her own stomach churned and shuddered。 A few fell away from the central mass to fade and vanish in the air。
''Kill you!〃 she screamed; her shrill voice unnaturally loud; her gaping mouth affording a shadowy glimpse of the eyeball bumps lining the intenotrior。 〃I'll kill you; wizard!〃
〃No; slave; you will not;〃 Gromph said。 He realized the chanting and incense had parched his throat; and he swallowed the dryness away。 〃You'll serve me。 You'll calm yourself and submit; unless you want another taste of the blade。〃
〃Kill you!〃
Beradax sprang at him again and kept springing while he pulled the athame back and forth through his abdomen。 Finally she collapsed to her knees。
〃I submit;〃 she growled
〃Good。〃 Gromph extracted the athame。 It didn't leave a tear in his robes or in his flesh; which was to say; the knife's enchantments had worked prenotcisely as expected; hurting the demon rather than him。
Beradax's belly stopped heaving and shaking。
〃What do you want; drow?〃 the creature asked。 〃Information? Tell me; so I can discharge my errand and depart。〃
〃Not information;〃 the dark elf said。 He'd summoned scores of nether…spirits over the past month; and none had been able to tell him what he wished to know。 He was certain Beradax was no wiser than the rest。 〃I want you to kill my sister Quenthel。〃
Gromph had hated Quenthel for a long time。 She always treated him like some retainer; even though he too was a Baenre; a noble of the First House of Menzoberranzan; and the city's greatest wizard besides。 In her eyes; he thought; only high priestesses deserved respect。
His antipathy only intensified as the two of them attempted to advise their mother; Matron Mother Baenre; the uncrowned queen of Mennotzoberranzan。 Predictably; they'd disagreed on every matter of policy from trade to war to mining and had vexed one another no end。
Gromph's animus intensified still further when Quenthel became Misnottress of Arach…Tinilith; the school for priestesses。 The mistress governed the entire Academy; Sorcere included; and thus Gromph had found himnotself obliged to contend with her…indeed; to suffer her oversight…in this one…time haven as well。
Still; he might have endured Quenthel's arrogance and meddling indefnotinitely; if not for their mother's sudden and unexpected death。
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