Servant Of The Shard - Book 1 by R.A. Salvatore

Author:R.A. Salvatore [Unknown]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fantasy
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast

He sensed the scrying soon after and knew he was being watched. That only made the

desperate assassin put his head down and drive the stolen horse on at greater speeds,

determined to beat the brutal, self-imposed timetable.

* * * * *

“He goes to Jarlaxle with great haste, and we know not where Sharlotta Vespers has gone,” Kimmuriel remarked to Rai-guy.

The two of them, along with Berg’inyon Baenre, watched the assassin’s hard ride out from Calimport.

“Sharlotta may remain with Pasha Da’Daclan,” Rai-guy replied. “We cannot know for certain.”

“Then we should learn,” said an obviously frustrated and nervous Kimmuriel.

Rai-guy looked at him. “Easy, my friend,” he said. “Artemis Entreri is no threat to us but merely a nuisance. Better that all of the vermin gather together.”

“A more complete and swift victory,” Berg’inyon agreed.

Kimmuriel thought about it and held up a small square lantern, three sides shielded, the fourth open. Yharaskrik had given it to him with the assurance that, when Kimmuriel lit the candle and allowed its glow to fall over Crenshinibon, the powers of the Crystal Shard would be

stunted. The effects would be temporary, the illithid had warned. Even confident

Yharaskrik held no illusions that anything would hold the powerful artifact at bay for

long.

But it wouldn’t take long, Kimmuriel and the others knew, even if Artemis Entreri was at

Jarlaxle’s side. With the artifact shut down, Jarlaxle’s fall would be swift and complete,

as would the fall of all of those, Entreri included, who stood beside him.

This day would be sweet indeed-or rather, this night. Rai-guy and Kimmuriel had

planned to strike at night, when the powers of the Crystal Shard were at their weakest.

* * * * *

“He is a fool, but one, I believe, acting on honest fears,” Dwahvel Tiggerwillies said to Sharlotta when she joined the woman in the small room. “Find a bit of sympathy for him, I beg.”

Sharlotta, the prisoner, looked at the halfling incredulously.

“Oh, he’s gone now,” said Dwahvel, “and so should you be.”

“I thought I was your prisoner,” the woman asked.

Dwahvel chuckled. “Forever and ever?” she asked with obvious sarcasm. “Artemis Entreri is afraid, and so you should be too. I know little about dark elves, I admit, but“ “Dark elves?” Sharlotta echoed, feigning surprise and ignorance. “What has any of this to do with dark elves?”

Dwahvel laughed again. “The word is out,” she said, “about Dallabad and House Basadoni. The power behind the throne is well-known around the streets.”

Sharlotta started to mumble something about Entreri, but Dwahvel cut her short. “Entreri told me nothing,” she explained. “Do you think I would need to deal with one as powerful as Entreri for such common information? I am many things, but I do not number fool among them.”

The woman settled back in her chair, staring hard at the halfling. “You believe you know more than you really know,” she said. “That is a dangerous mistake.”

“I know only that I want no part of any of this,” Dwahvel returned. “No part of House Basadoni or of Dallabad Oasis. No part of the feud between Sharlotta Vespers and Artemis Entreri.

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