Drizzt - 05 - Streams of Silver by R.A. Salvatore

Author:R.A. Salvatore
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-03-01T15:14:01+00:00

Drizzt understood the futility of their course. Wulfgar's hammer invariably slowed, and they all

stumbled more and more with each minute that passed. The night had many hours more, and even the

dawn did not guarantee an end to the pursuit. How many miles could they run? When would they turn

down a path that ended in a bottomless bog, with a hundred trolls at their backs?

Drizzt changed his strategy. No longer seeking only to flee, he began looking for a defensible piece of

ground. He spied a small mound, ten feet high perhaps, with a steep, almost sheer, grade on the three

sides he could see from his angle. A solitary sapling grew up its face. He pointed the place out to

Wulfgar, who understood the plan immediately and veered in. Two trolls loomed up to block their way,

but Wulfgar, snarling in rage, charged to meet them. Aegis-fang slammed down in furious succession

again and again, and the other three companions were able to slip behind the barbarian and make it to the

mound.

Wulfgar spun away and rushed to join them, the stubborn trolls close in pursuit and now joined by a

long line of their wretched kin.

Surprisingly nimble, even despite his belly, Regis scampered up the tree to the top of the mound.

Bruenor, though, not built for such climbing, struggled for every inch.

"Help him!" Drizzt, his back to the tree and scimitars readied, cried to Wulfgar. "Then you get up! I

shall hold them."

Wulfgar's breath came in labored gasps, and a line of bright blood was etched across his forehead. He

stumbled into the tree and started up behind the dwarf. Roots pulled away under their combined weight,

and they seemed to lose an inch for every one they gained. Finally, Regis was able to clasp Bruenor's

hand and help him over the top, and Wulfgar, with the way clear before him, moved to join them. With

their own immediate safety assured, they looked back in concern for their friend.

Drizzt battled three of the monsters, and more piled in behind. Wulfgar considered dropping back from

his perch halfway up the tree and dying at the drow's side, but Drizzt, periodically looking back over his

shoulder to check his friends' progress, noted the barbarian's hesitation and read his mind. "Go!" he

shouted. "Your delay does not help!"

Wulfgar had to pause and consider the source of the command. His trust of, and respect for, Drizzt

overcame his instinctive desire to rush back into the fray, and he grudgingly pulled himself up to join

Regis and Bruenor on the small plateau.

Trolls moved to flank the drow, their filthy claws reaching out at him from every side. He heard his

friends, all three, imploring him to break away and join them, but knew that the monsters had already

slipped in behind to cut off his retreat.

A smile widened across his face. The light in his eyes flared. He rushed into the main host of trolls, away from the unattainable mound and his horrified friends.

The three companions had little time to dwell on the drow's fortunes, however, for they soon found

themselves assailed from every side as the trolls came relentlessly on, scratching to get at them.

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