Servant Of The Shard by Salvatore R.A

Author:Salvatore, R.A. [R.A., Salvatore,]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-08-06T14:28:49.093000+00:00

slave to the sentient artifact. As much as Entreri knew that

Jarlaxle would protect him, he understood that the Crystal

Shard would want him dead.

"You dismiss all that you once learned," Dwahvel

remarked, her voice soothing and calm. "The drow play no

games beyond those that Pasha Pook once played-or Pasha

Basadoni, or any of the others, or all of the others

together. Their dance is the same as has been going on in

Calimport for centuries."

"But the drow are better dancers."

Dwahvel smiled and nodded, conceding the point. "But is

not the solution the same?" she asked. "When all is a

facade...." She let the words hang out in the air, one of

the basic truths of the streets, and one that Artemis

Entreri surely knew as well as anyone. "When all is a facade

... ?" she said again, prompting him.

Entreri forced himself to calm down, forced himself to

dismiss the overblown respect, even fear, he had been

developing toward the dark elves, particularly toward Raiguy

and Kimmuriel. "In such situations, when layer is put

upon layer," he recited, a basic lesson for all bright

prospects within the guild structures, "when all is a

facade, wound within webs of deception, the truth is what

you make of it."

Dwahvel nodded. "You will know which path is real,

because that is the path you will make real," she agreed.

"Nothing pains a liar more than when an opponent turns one

of his lies into truth."

Entreri nodded his agreement, and indeed he felt better.

He knew that he would, which was why he had slipped out of

House Basadoni after sensing that he was being watched and

had gone straight to the Copper Ante.

"Do you believe Domo?" the halfling asked.

Entreri considered it for a moment, and nodded. "The

hourglass has been turned, and the sand is flowing," he

stated. "Have you the information I requested?"

Dwahvel reached under the low dust ruffle of the chair

in which she was sitting and pulled out a portfolio full of

parchments. "Cadderly," she said, handing them over.

"What of the other item?"

Again the halfling's hand went down low, this time

producing a small sack identical to the one Jarlaxle now

carried on his belt, and, Entreri knew without even looking,

containing a block of crystal similar in appearance to

Crenshinibon.

Entreri took it with some trepidation, for it was, to

him, the final and irreversible acknowledgment that he was

indeed about to embark upon a very dangerous course, perhaps

the most dangerous road he had ever walked in all his life.

"There is no magic about it," Dwahvel assured him,

noting his concerned expression. "Just a mystical aura I

ordered included so that it would replicate the artifact to

any cursory magical inspection."

Entreri nodded and hooked the pouch on his belt, behind

his hip so that it would be completely concealed by his

cloak.

"We could just get you out of the city," Dwahvel

offered. "It would have been far cheaper to hire a wizard to

teleport you far, far away."

Entreri chuckled at the thought. It was one that had

crossed his mind a thousand times since Bregan D'aerthe had

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