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蛛后之战(被遗忘的国度系列英文版)-第16章

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o ascend to her mother's throne? How could she let Quenthel or one of her other kin climb over her head to order her about forever after?
She managed to claim the title of Matron Mother; and though she soon came to feel somewhat overwhelmed by the scope and intricacies of the position; at first it wasn't so bad。 Things were relatively normal and didn't require some dramatic intervention from on high to set them right。
Moreover; she had Quenthel and Gromph to advise her。 True; her sister and brother invariably disagreed; but Triel could review their peting proposals and pick the one that suited her。 It was considerably easier than having to e up with the ideas herself。
But she had a crisis to manage; perhaps the greatest crisis in the long history of the dark elves; and apparently she would have to do it alone。 She obviously couldn't confide in Gromph; and insolent Quenthel claimed she had to attend to the security of Tier Breche before she could focus on anything else。
Triel gave her head a shake; trying to dislodge her doubts and worries。
〃Let them down。〃
Jeggred obeyed; and she turned to the secretary。
〃When you get a chance;〃 she said; raising her voice over the choking gasps of the two cousins; 〃have somebody haul them out to ArachTinilith to be patched back together; and have someone wash away the blood。 But for now; we'd best get moving。 I think we're late。〃
The trio moved on。 A final turn brought them to the door。 Behind it was the dais overlooking the largest audience chamber in House Baenre。 A pair of sentries guarded the entry to ensure that no one would sneak through to stab the matron mother in the back。 They snapped to attention when they saw her ing。
Triel swept on through the entry with Jeggred and the clerk in tow。 The hall on the other side glowed with soft magical light to facilitate the examination of documents。 A sweet perfume scented the air; and a fresco of Lolth adorned the ceiling。 The guards along the walls—dark elves near the dais; ogre and minotaur slaves farther down—saluted; while the supplicants and petitioners made the obeisance proper to their stations; anything from a dignified inclination of the head and spreading of the hands to an abject grovel flat on the floor。
Looking down on them from the elevated platform; Triel reflected that it was astonishing just how many such folk turned up each and every tenday。 She'd thought people were always demanding her attention when she ruled the Academy; but she'd had no conception of the hordes of idiots who constantly sought Matron Baenre's ear; often to resolve trivial if not nonsensical concerns。
She sat down on her mother's throne; an empress's ransom in gold with a flaring back shaped to resemble an arc of spider web。 Her predecessor had been a relatively large female; and her successor always felt a bit childlike and lost in the chair。 She had enough of a sense of irony to prehend the accidental symbolism。
She surveyed the waiting throng and discovered Faeryl Zauvirr at the very front with some long; bulky rolled papers tucked under her arm。 The matron mother smiled; for at least she knew how to deal with this one particular petitioner。 For a blessed change; Waerva; one of the lesser females of her House; had made herself useful。 She'd e up with some significant information and a sensible idea of what to do about it。
Triel decided she might as well start out feeling dominant and shrewd。 Perhaps it would set the tone for the rest of the session。 She waited for the herald to conclude the ceremonials and the crowd to rise。 Then; still spattered with blood; and with Jeggred looming reassuringly behind her throne; she motioned for Faeryl to step forward。
 
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Faeryl was pleased to be chosen first。 In retrospect; she thought the same thing would have occurred even if she hadn't made sure of a position immediately in front of the dais。 The haughty Menzoberranyr often feigned disinterest in their client city; but she knew they understood the importance of Ched Nasad。
It was hard not to hurry; but she forced herself to approach the throne with a stately tread consonant with the dignity of her position; the stature of her House; and the grandeur of her homeland。 It was also difficult to offer a second graceful obeisance without dropping her roll of maps; but she acplished that as well。
〃Ambassador;〃 said Triel without any extraordinary warmth。 Perhaps she considered Faeryl's presence inappropriate。
〃Matron Mother;〃 Faeryl replied。 Tall; broadshouldered and thick waisted by the standards of her slender race; she would have dwarfed the Baenre had the two of them been standing side by side。 〃I know we sometimes meet in private; but after tendays of deliberation I arrived at a conclusion; one that pelled me to confer with you at the earliest opportunity。〃
〃What conclusion?〃 Triel asked。
She still seemed unconcerned if not downright cold。 Perhaps she was preoccupied with her affliction。
Faeryl had of course fallen prey to the same malaise; but to her own surprise; she'd discovered she was at least as worried about something else: the wellbeing of House Zauvirr and the magnificent city in which it amassed its wealth; fought its covert battles; and worked its magic。
〃I keep track of the caravans arriving from Ched Nasad;〃 the ambassador said。 〃For the past six tendays; none has。 None。 As the Matron Mother is undoubtedly aware; several major trade routes converge in the City of Shimmering Webs; which then funnels the merchants on to Menzoberranzan。 At least half the goods that reach your cavern e through us。 Except that now; they aren't reaching you。 The steady flow has dried up。 Except in time of war; that's unprecedented。〃
〃It's an odd coincidence; certainly; all the merchant clansmen choosing other destinations; but I'm sure they'll decide to head for Menzoberranzan next trip; or the trip after that。〃
Faeryl had to make a conscious effort to pose her features。 Otherwise she would have scowled。 If she hadn't known better; she would have thought Triel was being deliberately obtuse。
〃1 suspect it may be more than a coincidence;〃 the ambassador said。 〃A thousand thousand dangers haunt the Underdark; and the philosophers tell us new ones are spawning all the time。 What if something has cut the route between Menzoberranzan and Ched Nasad? What if it's killing everyone who tries to pass through?〃
〃More than one tunnel connects the cities;〃 rumbled the draegloth unexpectedly; and despite the perfume wafting through the air; Faeryl caught a whiff of the creature's putrid breath。 〃Is that not so?〃
〃Exactly〃 Triel reached back around the edge of her golden chair and gave the halffiend an approving pat on the leg。 〃Your theory doesn't stand up; Ambassador。〃
Not for the first time; Faeryl wished that Triel's mother was still leading House Baenre。 The greedy; vicious old autocrat could be hard to contend with; but though she would have cherished a draegloth as a mark of Lolth's 
approval and delighted in the demidemon's gift for slaughter; she wouldn't have tolerated it speaking unbidden at a formal conference; any more than she would have borne such disrespect from anyone else。
〃If the threat consists of more than one beast;〃 the emissary said; 〃or more than one manifestation of a phenomenon; it could cut more than one passage。〃
Triel shrugged。 〃If you say so。〃
〃I hesitate to mention it;〃 said Faeryl; 〃lest I be thought an alarmist; but it's even possible that some misfortune has befallen Ched Nasad itself。〃
〃A misfortune so abrupt and allenpassing that your folk never even had a chance to dispatch a messenger to Menzoberranzan?〃 Triel replied。 〃Nonsense。 Even Golothaer; home of our ancestors; didn't perish in an hour。 Besides; I am personally aware of several muniqués having reached here from Ched Nasad in only the past few days。〃
〃I have received some of those sendings myself; Matron Mother; and find their excuses suspicious at best。 In any case; the dearth of traffic from Ched Nasad warrants investigation; and as my city's representative in Menzoberranzan; the task is my responsibility。〃
〃No one has charged you with it。〃
〃Then I take it upon myself。 Yet I'm reluctant to venture across the Underdark with merely my own little entourage for protection。 Traders guard their caravans very well。 Anything that could destroy all those merchant trains would likely put a quick end to me; too; in which case; Matron Mother; the priestesses of Menzoberranzan would know no more about the new menace beyond their borders than they do now。 Accordingly; I ask you to provide me with a sizable escort。 I'll march it to Ched Nasad and back again and see what befalls me along the way。〃
〃You have an enterprising nature;〃 said Triel 〃It does you credit。 Alas; Menzoberranzan can't spare any troops。 Not at this time。 Our forces are engaged in training exercises。〃
Faeryl fancied she knew the real reason the Baenre was at present reluctant to divest herself of any portion of her military strength。 Her caution made perfect sense on its own terms; but surely it must yield to the gravity of the envoy's concerns
〃Matron Mother; if trade with Ched Nasad does not resume; the people of Menzoberranzan will find themselves bereft of countless ameniti
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