Sea of Swords: The Legend of Drizzt, Book XIII by R.A. Salvatore

Author:R.A. Salvatore [Salvatore, R.A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786954131
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2009-06-14T00:00:00+00:00

e’ve been keeping yer eyes and ears on the elf?” Sheila Kree asked Bellany when the woman joined her in her private quarters that blustery autumn day.

“Le’lorinel is at work on Bloody Keel, attending to duties with little complaint or argument,” the sorceress replied. “Just what I’d be expectin’ from a spy.”

Bellany shrugged, brushing back her dark hair, her expression a dismissal of Sheila Kree’s suspicions. “I have visited Le’lorinel privately and without permission. Magically, when Le’lorinel believed the room was empty. I have seen or heard nothing to make me doubt the elf’s story.”

“A dark elf,” Sheila Kree remarked, going to the opening facing the sea, her red hair fluttering back from the whistling salty breeze that blew in. “A dark elf will seek us out, by Le’lorinel’s own words.” She half-turned to regard Bellany, who seemed as if she might believe anything at that moment.

“If this dark elf, this Drizzt Do’Urden, does seek us out, then we will be glad we have not disposed of that one,” the sorceress reasoned.

Sheila Kree turned back to the sea, shaking her head as if it seemed impossible. “And how long should we be waitin’ before we decide that Le’lorinel is a spy?” she asked.

“We can not keel-haul the elf while Bloody Keel is in dock anyway,” Bellany said with a chuckle, and her reasoning brightened Sheila’s mood as well. “The winter will not be so long, I expect.”

It wasn’t the first time these two had shared such a discussion. Ever since Le’lorinel had arrived with the wild tale of a dark elf and a dwarf king coming to retrieve the warhammer, which Sheila believed she had honestly purchased from the fool Josi Puddles, the boss and her sorceress advisor had spent countless hours and endless days debating the fate of this strange elf. And on many of those days, Bellany had left Sheila thinking that Le’lorinel would likely be dead before the next dawn.

And yet, the elf remained alive.

“A visitor, boss lady,” came a guttural call from the door. A half-ogre guard entered, leading a tall and willowy black-haired woman, flanked by a pair of the half-ogre’s kin. Both Sheila and Bellany gawked in surprise when they noted the newcomer.

“Jule Pepper,” Sheila said incredulously. “I been thinking that ye must own half the Ten-Towns by now!”

The black-haired woman, obviously bolstered by the warm tone from her former boss, shook her arms free of the two brutes flanking her and walked across the room to share a hug with Sheila and one with Bellany.

“I was doing well,” the highwaywoman purred. “I had a band of reasonable strength working under me, and on a scheme that seemed fairly secure. Or so I thought, until a certain wretched drow elf and his friends showed up to end the party.”

Sheila Kree and Bellany turned to each other in surprise, the pirate boss giving an amazed snort. “A dark elf?” she asked Jule. “Wouldn’t happen to be one named Drizzt Do’Urden, would it?”

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