Salvatore, R.A - Dark Elf Trilogy 01 - Homeland by Salvatore R.A

Author:Salvatore, R.A [Salvatore, R.A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-08-31T17:39:26+00:00

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“A lost waif.” he laughed to his students, tossing the empty purse back to the ground and pocketing its contents, “of no consequence.”

“A fine fight.” Dinin was quick to add, “with only one loss. Go back to Menzoberranzan

proud of the work you have accomplished this day.”

Drizzt slapped the blades of his scimitars together in a resounding ring of protest.

Master Hatch’net ignored him. “Form up and head back.” he told the others. “You all

performed well this day.” He then glared at Drizzt, stopping the angry student in his tracks.

“Except for you!” Hatch’net snarled. “I cannot ignore the fact that you downed two of the beasts and helped with a third.” Hatch’net scolded, “but you endangered the rest of us with your foolish bravado!”

“I warned of the sentries…”, Drizzt stuttered.

“Damn your warning!” shouted the master. “You went off without command! You ignored

the accepted methods of battle! You led us in here blindly! Look at the corpse of your fallen companion!” Hatch’net raged, pointing to the dead student in the corridor. “His blood is on your hands!

“I meant to save the child.” Drizzt argued.

“We all meant to save the child!” retorted Hatch’net. Drizzt was not so certain. What would a child be doing out in these corridors all alone? How convenient that a group of hook horrors, a rarely seen beast in the region of Menzoberranzan, just happened by to provide training for this

“practice patrol.” Too convenient, Drizzt knew, considering that the passages farther from the city teemed with the true patrols of seasoned warriors, wizards, and even clerics.

“You knew what was around the bend in the tunnel.” Drizzt said evenly, his eyes narrowing at the master. The slap of a blade across the wound on his back made Drizzt lurch in pain, and he nearly lost his footing. He turned to find Dinin glaring down at him. “Keep your foolish words unspoken.” Dinin warned in a harsh whisper, “or I will cut out your tongue.”

“The child was a plant.” Drizzt insisted when he was alone with his brother in Dinin’s room.

Dinin’s response was a stinging smack across the face.

“They sacrificed him for the purpose of the drill.” growled the unrelenting younger Do’Urden.

Dinin launched a second punch, but Drizzt caught it in midswing. “You know the truth of my words.” Drizzt said. “You knew about it all along.”

“Learn your place, Secondboy.” Dinin replied in open threat, “in the Academy and in the family.” He pulled away from his brother.

“To the Nine Hells with the Academy!” Drizzt spat at Dinin’s face. “If the family holds similar…” He noticed that Dinin’s hands now held sword and dirk.

Drizzt jumped back, his own scimitars coming out at the ready. “I have no desire to fight you, my brother,” he said. “Know well that if you attack, I will defend. Only one of us will walk out of here.”

Dinin considered his next move carefully. If he attacked and won, the threat to his position in the family would be at an end. Certainly no one, not even Matron Malice, would question the punishment he levied against his impertinent younger brother.

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