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To　her　surprise；　Umrae　denied　her　the　chance　to　find　out　one　way　or　the　other。　It　looked　as　if　the　traitor　had　so　mitted　to　her　attack　that　she　would　find　it　impossible　to　defend　against　a　riposte。　Yet　she　interposed　her　withered　arm　to　take　the　shock　of　the　war　hammer；　then　stooped　to　claw　at　Faeryl's　unarmored　knee。
The　envoy　avoided　that　potentially　crippling　attack　with　a　fast　retreat；　meanwhile　ripping　the　cloak　away　from　her　foulsmelling　adversary。　The　garment　was　starting　to　look　more　like　a　bunch　of　ribbons　than　one　coherent　piece　of　silk。　The　duelists　resumed　circling；　each　looking　for　an　opening。　Occasionally　Faeryl　let　the　tattered　piwafwi　slip　or　droop　out　of　line；　offering　an　invitation；　but　Umrae　proved　too　canny　to　attack　when　and　how　her　opponent　wished　her　to。
Faeryl　realized　she　was　panting　and　did　the　best　to　control　her　breathing。　She　wasn't　afraid—she　wasn't—but　she　was　impressed　with　her　servant's　potioninduced　prowess。　Formidable　from　the　moment　she　imbibed　it；　Umrae　was　truly　getting　the　hang　of　her　borrowed　capabilities　as　the　battle　progressed。
While　still　maneuvering　and　keeping　an　eye　on　Umrae；　Faeryl　nevertheless　entered　a　light　trance。　With　a　sense　that　was　neither　sight；　hearing；　nor　any　faculty　prehensible　to　those　who'd　never　pledged　her　service　to　a　deity；　she　reached　into　that　formless　yet　somehow　jagged　place　where　she　had　once　been　accustomed　to　touch　the　shadow　of　the　goddess。
The　presence　of　Lolth　had　absented　itself　from　the　meeting　ground；　leaving　a　vacancy　that　somehow　throbbed　like　a　diseased　tooth。　Still；　it　seemed　an　appropriate　domain　in　which　to　pray。
Dread　Queen　of　Spiders；　Faeryl　silently　began；　I　beg　you；　reveal　yourself　to　me。　Restore　my　powers；　even　if　only　for　a　moment。　Has　Menzoberranzan　offended　you？　So　be　it；　but　I'm　not　one　of　her　daughters。　I'm　from　Ched　Nasad。　Make　me　as　I　was；　and　I'll　give　you　many　lives—a　slave　every　day　for　a　year。
Nothing　happened。
Umrae　sprang　in；　clawing。　Faeryl　jerked　the　part　of　her　spirit　that　had　groped　in　the　void　back　into　her　body。　Retreating；　she　blocked　the　undead　creature's　claws　with　her　cloak　and　struck　a　couple　blows　with　the　war　hammer。　She　didn't　withdraw　quickly　enough　to　take　herself　pletely　out　of　harm's　way；　nor　did　she　settle　into　a　strong　stance　and　swing　as　hard　as　she　could　have。　She　wanted　the　ghoul　to　feel　on　the　brink　of　overwhelming　her　opponent　and　keep　ing。　If　Umrae　grew　too　eager；　she　might　open　herself　up　for　an　effective　counterattack。
Umrae's　talons　whizzed　through　the　air；　tearing　scraps　from　the　sheltering　cloak　until　it　was　the　size　of　a　ragged　hand　towel。　Unexpectedly；　the　spy　beat　her　riddled　wings；　hopped　in　close；　and　struck　at　Faeryl's　face。　The　noble　recoiled；　but　even　so　the　claws　streaked　past　a　fraction　of　an　inch　before　her　eyes；　so　close　she　could　feel　the　malignancy　inside　them　as　a　pulse　of　headache。
Still；　it　was　all　right；　because　she　thought　Umrae　was　finally　open。　She　sidestepped　and　swung　her　stoneheaded　hammer　at　the　ghoul's　rib　cage—
—to　no　avail；　even　though　Faeryl　had　been　correct；　Umrae　couldn't　swing　her　hands　around　in　time　to　block　the　blow。　Instead；　she　took　another　stride；　slapped　the　ambassador　with　a　flick　of　her　wing；　and　sent　her　reeling。
Faeryl's　head　rang；　and　the　world　blurred。　As　she　struggled　to　throw　off　the　stunning　effects　of　the　blow；　she　thought　fleetingly　how　unfair　it　was　that　Umrae；　who　had　long　ago　forsaken　bat　training　as　a　humiliating　exercise　in　futility；　was　demolishing　a　female　who　still　doggedly　reported　to　her　captainoftheguard　for　practice　once　a　tenday。
After　what　seemed　a　long　time；　her　head　cleared。　She　whirled；　certain　that　Umrae　was　about　to　attack　her　from　behind。　She　wasn't。　In　fact；　the　animate　corpse　was　nowhere　to　be　seen。
Plainly；　Umrae　had　taken　to　the　air。　Had　she　finally　done　the　sensible　thing　and　fled？　Faeryl　couldn't　believe　it。　Umrae　hated　her。　The　envoy　didn't　know　why；　but　she'd　seen　it　in　the　traitor's　eyes。　Such　being　the　case；　Umrae　wouldn't　break　off　when　she　had　every　reason　to　believe　she　was　winning　and　close　to　making　the　kill。　No　drow　would；　which　meant　she　was　still　hovering　somewhere　overhead；　poised　to　swoop　down　and；　she　undoubtedly　hoped；　catch　her　mistress　by　surprise　and　smash　her　to　the　ground。
Her　heart　pounding；　Faeryl　peered　upward　and　saw　nothing。　She　listened　for　the　beat　of　the　creature's　wings　but　heard　only　the　eternal　muffled　whisper　of　the　city　as　a　whole。　She　wasn't　entirely　surprised。　The　undead　were　famously　stealthy　when　stalking　their　prey。
A　black　sliver　momentarily　cut　the　line　of　violet　luminescence　adorning　a　spire　of　the　castle　of　House　Vandree。　The　obstruction　had　surely　been　the　tip　of　one　of　Umrae's　wings。
Faeryl　stared　for　another　moment；　then　jumped　when　she　finally　spotted　Umrae。　Her　tattered　cloak　flapping　between　her　wings；　the　transformed　secretary　was　already　hurtling　down　like　a　raptor　from　the　World　Above　diving　to　plunge　its　talons　into　a　rodent。
Hoping　Umrae　hadn't　seen　her　react　to　the　sight　of　her；　Faeryl　kept　turning　and　peering。　When　she　felt　the　disturbance　in　the　air；　or　perhaps　simply　the　urgent　prompting　of　her　instincts；　she　jumped　aside；　pivoted；　and　swung　the　war　hammer　in　an　overhand　blow。
Under　those　circumstances；　she　had　little　chance　of　smashing　the　thing's　heart；　but　she'd　seen　that　Umrae　could　suffer　pain。　Perhaps　the　initial　blow　would　freeze　the　undead　thing　in　place　for　an　instant；　affording　Faeryl　the　opportunity　for　what　she　prayed　would　be　the　finishing　stroke。
The　ambassador　had　timed　the　move　properly；　and　the　weapon's　basalt　head　smashed　into　Umrae's　flank。　Deprived　of　her　victim；　unexpectedly　battered；　the　ghoul　slammed　into　the　smooth　stone　surface　of　the　street　with　a　satisfying　crash。　Scraps　of　flesh　broke　away　from　her　raddled　body；　releasing　a　fresh　puff　of　stench。
Faeryl　marked　her　target；　the　place　on　Umrae's　chest　beneath　which　her　heart　ought　to　lie；　and　swung　Mother's　Kiss　back　for　the　followup　attack。　The　traitor　rolled　and　scrambled　to　her　knees。　Faeryl　struck；　and　Umrae　lashed　out　with　a　taloned　hand。　The　ghoul　caught　the　war　hammer　in　midflight；　tore　it　out　of　the　ambassador's　grip；　and　sent　it　spinning　to　clack　down　on　the　ground　ten　feet　away。
Faeryl　felt　a　crazy　impulse　to　turn　and　go　after　the　thing；　but　she　knew　Umrae　would　rip　her　apart　if　she　tried。　She　back　stepped　instead。　The　inhumanly　gaunt　spy　leaped　to　her　feet—she　looked　like　a　pile　of　sticks　spontaneously　assembling　themselves　into　a　crude　facsimile　of　a　person—　and　pursued。
While　retreating；　Faeryl　started　edging　around　in　a　looping　course　that　might　ultimately　bring　her　to　the　spot　where　the　hammer　lay。　Leering；　Umrae　moved　sideways　right　along　with　her　in　a　way　that　demonstrated　she　knew　exactly　what　her　mistress　had　in　mind　and　would　never　permit　it。
Well；　the　aristocrat　still　had　one　weapon—pitifully　inadequate　to　the　situation　though　it　was—a　knife　hidden　in　the　belt　that　gathered　her　light；　supple　coat　of　mail　at　the　waist。　The　gold　buckle　was　the　hilt；　and　when　she　pulled　on　it；　the　stubby　adamantine　blade　would　slide　free。　She　started　to　reach　for　it；　then　hesitated。
Against　Umrae's　talons；　long　reach；　and　resistance　to　harm；　the　dagger　really　would　be　useless　。　。　。　unless　Faeryl　could　get　in　close　enough　to　use　it；　and　unless　she　attacked　by　surprise。
But　how　in　the　name　of　the　Demonweb　was　she　to　acplish　that？　Umrae　was　rapidly　closing　the　distance；　snapping　her　wings　every　few　steps　to　lengthen　a　stride；　and　for　three　unnerving　backward　paces；　Faeryl's　mind　was　blank。
Then　she　remembered　the　cloak；　or　rather；　the　remnants　of　it；　still　clutched　in　her　offhand。　Perhaps　she　could　employ　it　to　conceal　her　drawing　of　the　knife。　The　piwafwi　was　just　a　sad　little　mass　of　tatters；　and　she　was　no　juggler　adept　at　sleightofhand；　but　curse　it；　if　clumsy　Umrae　had　palmed　a　potion　vial　without　her　mistress　noticing　until　it　was　too　late；　surely　the　mistress　could　do　as　well。
Faeryl　had　been　reflexively　moving　the　cloak　around　the　whole　time；　so　it　shouldn't　look　suspicious　for　her　to　cover　her　waist　with　it。　At　the　same　time；　she　hooked　the　fingers　of　her　weapon　hand　in　the　oval　hollow　at　the　center　of　the　buckle　and　pulled。　She　had　never　before　had　occas