73.02 Exile by R. A. Salvatore

Author:R. A. Salvatore
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Exiles, Fantasy fiction, Fiction, Fantasy, American, General, Drizzt Do'Urden (Fictitious character), Epic, Forgotten realms (Imaginary place)
ISBN: 9780880389204
Publisher: TSR
Published: 1990-12-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

A LITTLE PLACE TO CALL HOME

"Enough. Enough!" the winded burrow-warden gasped at Drizzt, trying to slow his companion. "Magga cammara, dark elf. We have left them far behind:'

Drizzt spun on the burrow-warden, scimitars ready in hand and angry fires burning still in his lavender eyes. Belwar backed away quickly and cautiously.

"Calm, my friend;' the svirfneblin said quietly, but despite the reassurance, the burrow-warden's mithril hands came defensively in front of him. "The threat to us is ended:'

Drizzt breathed deeply to steady himself, then, realizing that he had not put his scimitars away, promptly slipped them into their sheaths.

"Are you all right?" Belwar asked, moving back to Drizzt's side. Blood smeared the drow's face from where he had slammed into the side of the walkway.

Drizzt nodded. "It was the fight;' he tried vainly to explain. "The excitement. I had to let go of-"

"You need not explain;' Belwar cut him short. "You did fine, dark elf. Better than fine. Had it not been for your actions, we, all three, surely would have fallen:'

"It came back to me;' Drizzt groaned, searching for the words that could explain. "That darker part of me. I had thought it gone:'

"It is;' the burrow-warden said.

"No.' argued Drizzt. "That cruel beast that I have become possessed me fully against those bird-men. It guided my blades, savagely and without mercy:'

"You guided your own blades;' Belwar assured him.

"But the rage; replied Drizzt. "The unthinking rage. All I wanted to do was kill them and hack them down:'

"If that was the truth, we would be there still.' reasoned the svirfneblin. "By your actions, we escaped. There are many more of the bird-men back there to be killed, yet you led the way from the chamber. Rage? Perhaps, but surely not unthinking rage. You did as you had to do, and you did it well, dark elf. Better than anyone I have ever seen. Do not apologize, to me or to yourself!"

Drizzt leaned back against the wall to consider the words. He was comforted by the deep gnome's reasoning and appreciated Belwar's efforts. Still, though, the burning fires of rage he had felt when Guenhwyvar fell into the acid lake haunted him, an emotion so overwhelming that Drizzt had not yet come to terms with it. He wondered if he ever would.

In spite of his uneasiness, though, Drizzt felt comforted by the presence of his svirfneblin friend. He remembered other encounters of the last years, battles he had been forced to fight alone. Then, like now, the hunter had welled within him, had come to the fore and guided the deadly strikes of his blades. But there was a difference this time that Drizzt could not deny. Before, when he was alone, the hunter did not so readily depart. Now, with Belwar by his side, Drizzt was fully back in control.

Drizzt shook his thick white mane, trying to dismiss any last remnants of the hunter. He thought himself foolish now for the way he had begun the battle against the bird-men, slapping with the flat of his blades.

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