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d； as if she were giving too much away。
The regret was fleeting。
For in chaos； the one would bee many； and the many would travel along diverse roads and to goals that seemed equally diverse but were； in effect； one and the same。 In the end there would be one again； and it would be as it had been。 This was rebirth more than birth； this was growth more than diminishment or separation。
This was as it had been through the millennia and how it must be for her to persevere through the ages to e。
She was vulnerable now…she knew that…and so many enemies would strike at her； given the chance。 So many of her own minions would deign to replace her； given the chance。
But they； all of them； held their weapons in defense； she knew； or in aspirations of conquests that seemed grand but were； in the vast scale of time and space； tiny and inconsequential。
More than anything else； it was the understanding and appreciation of time and space； the foresight to view events as they might be seen a hundred years hence； a thousand years hence； that truly separated the deities from the mortals； the gods from the chattel。 A moment of weakness in exchange for a millennium of surging power。 。 。 。
So； in spite of her vulnerability； in spite of her weakness （which she hated above all else）； she was filled with joy as another egg slid from her arachnid torso。
For the growing essence in the egg was her。
ONE
〃And why should my aunt trust anyone who sends a male to do her work for her？〃 Eliss'pra said； staring disdainfully down her nose at Zammzt。
The drow priestess reclined imperiously upon an overstuffed couch that had been further padded with an assortment of plush fabrics； as much for decoration as fort。 Quorlana thought the slender dark elf should have looked oddly out of place in the richly appointed private lounge； dressed as she was in her finely crafted chain shirt and with her mace close at hand。 Yet Eliss'pra somehow managed to appear as though she was counted among House Un…named's most exclusive clientele。 Quorlana wrinkled her nose in distaste； she knew well which House Eliss'pra represented； and she found that the haughty drow reclining opposite her exhibited a little bit too much of her aunt's superior affectations。
Zammzt inclined his head slightly； acknowledging the other dark elf's concern。
〃My mistress has given me certain 。 。 。 gifts that she hopes express her plete and enthusiastic sincerity in this matter；〃 he said。 〃She also wishes me to inform you that there will be many more of them once the agreement is sealed。 Perhaps that will assuage your own fears； as well；〃 he added with what he must have intended as a deferential smile； though Quorlana found it to be more feral than anything。 Zammzt was not a handsome male at all。
〃Your 'mistress；' 〃 Eliss'pra replied； avoiding both appellations and names； as the five of them gathered there had agreed at the outset； 〃is asking for a great deal from my aunt； indeed from each of the Houses represented here。 Gifts are not nearly a generous enough token of trust。 You must do better than that。〃
〃Yes；〃 Nadal chimed in； sitting just to Quorlana's right。 〃My grandmother will not even consider this alliance without some serious proof that House…〃 The drow male； dressed in a rather plain piwafwi； snapped his mouth shut in mid…word。 His insignia proclaimed him as wizard member of the Disciples of Phelthong。 He caught his breath and continued； 〃I mean your mistress…that your mistress is actually mitting these funds you speak of。〃
He seemed chagrinned that he had nearly divulged a name； but the male maintained his firm expression。
〃He's right；〃 Dylsinae added from Quorlana's other side； her smooth； beautiful skin nearly glowing from the scented oils that she habitually slathered on herself。 Her gauzy； hugging dress contrasted sharply with Eliss'pra's armor； reflecting her propensity for partaking in hedonistic pleasures。 Her sister； the matron mother； was perhaps even more decadent。 〃None of those whom we represent will lift a finger until you give us some evidence that we aren't all putting our own heads on pikes。 There are far more 。 。 。 interesting 。 。 。 pastimes to indulge in than rebellion；〃 Dylsinae finished； stretching languidly。
Quorlana wished she were not sitting quite so close to the harlot。 The perfume of her oils was sickly sweet。
Despite her general distaste for the other four drow； Quorlana agreed with them on this matter； and she admitted as much to the group。
〃If my mother were to ally our own House with you other four lesser Houses against our mon enemies； she would need certain assurances that we would not be left by the rest of you to dangle as scapegoats the moment events turned difficult。 I'm not at all certain such a thing exists。〃
〃Believe me；〃 Zammzt responded； circling to make eye contact with each of them in turn； 〃I understand your concerns and your reluctance。 As I said； these gifts I have been ordered to bestow upon your Houses are but a small token of my mistress's mitment to this alliance。〃
He reached inside his piwafwi and produced a scroll tube； and a rather ornate one； at that。 After slipping a fat roll of parchment from the tube； he unfurled the scroll。 Quorlana sat forward in her own chair； suddenly curious as to what the dark elf male might have。
Scanning the contents of his stack of curled parchment； Zammzt sorted them and began to circle the gathering； removing a set of pages and handing them to each co…conspirator in turn。 When he handed Quorlana her sheaf； she took it from him gingerly； uncertain what kind of magical trap might be inlaid in the pages。 She eyed them carefully； but her suspicions were dispelled； they were spells； not curses。 He was offering them scrolls as gifts！
Quorlana felt elation rise up into her。 Such a treasure was priceless in days of such uncertainty and unease。 The Dark Mother's absence had put a strain on every priestess who worshiped her。 Quorlana herself had not been able to weave her own divine magic in four ten…days； and she broke out into a sweat every time she thought on it。 But with scrolls； the fear； the anxiety； the sense of hopelessness might be staved off； at least for a time。
It was only with the utmost effort that the drow priestess resisted the urge to read through the scrolls there and then。 Forcing herself to remember whom she served； at least for the moment； she instead pocketed the parchment sheets inside her piwafwi and turned her attention back to the clandestine gathering in front of her。
〃The only other proof strong enough to convince you of our sincerity would be moving forward with hiring the mercenaries；〃 Zammzt said； though none of the other dark elves seemed to be paying the least bit of attention to him。
Eliss'pra and Dylsinae were both wide…eyed with the same excitement Quorlana felt。 Nadal； though not as personally thrilled…the spells were worthless to him as a wizard…could still recognize the value of the gifts。
〃It should be obvious to each of you；〃 Zammzt continued； 〃that once our House approaches outsiders； there