The City of Splendors (The Cities) by Ed Greenwood & Elaine Cunningham

Author:Ed Greenwood & Elaine Cunningham [Greenwood, Ed]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9780786960224
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2011-09-06T00:00:00+00:00

Roldo Thongolir batted aside a veil of cobwebs and wondered why the tunnel didn’t seem quite so terrifying on this return trip.

The underground walk from Mirt’s Mansion to the Gentle Moment had been a nightmare. The traps Asper had warned about were plentiful and dangerously imaginative, but far worse were the close walls, low ceiling, and suffocating knowledge that crushing tons of rock and soil loomed just overhead.

On this trip the ceiling was even lower, thanks to his borrowed form, but somehow it bothered him less that his hair frequently swept the ceiling-stones. Perchance something of Lord Piergeiron’s famed courage came with the tall, broad, hard-muscled frame.

It was strangely exhilarating, striding about in the shape of Waterdeep’s greatest living hero. Roldo was still not entirely certain why he, Korvaun, and Piergeiron had just traded shapes. Answers would surely be his soon; wasn’t that glow ahead the end of the tunnel? And wasn’t his lovely guide turning to him, stepping so close that she could—

Kiss him, full on the mouth.

She had to stand on tiptoe to do it, thanks to his new height. Only the grace of Lathander—and perhaps Piergeiron’s armor—kept Roldo from staggering back in stunned surprise. ’Twasn’t every day fair ladies expressed their thanks so delightfully to him. His own new Lady Thongolir, alas, was … reticent in such matters.

“Now, can you feel this?” Asper asked softly.

“This” was a small, cold, and very sharp blade held at Roldo’s throat. He started to nod, swiftly thought better, and murmured, “Y-yes.”

Asper stepped back. “Good. ’Twill set to work on you—very slowly—if you ever reveal what you’ve done and seen this night, until I give you permission to speak of such things.”

“Lady,” Roldo replied stiffly, “there’s no need for your blade. My honor binds my tongue. This I swear.”

Asper stepped back, eyes steady on his. “Then please accept my apologies,” she said softly, “and come and take wine. You’ll have to stay in Piergeiron’s shape until we hear the signal.”

Roldo frowned. They were back in Mirt’s Mansion, and he was thoroughly confused by what he’d just taken part in. “Certainly and gladly, Lady, if you’ll please explain what we just did.”

Asper nodded and led him up a curving stair to a room with a high northeast window, where lamps glimmered and warm covered platters waited. Waving at him to help himself, she said, “The Lord Piergeiron’s badly wounded. Due to his age and the longevity magics that sustain him, he isn’t … healing well. Half the city knows it, including many who see gain in slaying the Open Lord.”

“So Sunderstone and Piergeiron’s pet wizard want him somewhere secure. The Castle.”

Asper smiled. “You grasp the basics. Problem: Piergeiron can’t be teleported safely through the Castle or Palace wards because he can’t speak the trigger words properly just now.”

Roldo nodded. “His mouth was hurt. Swollen.”

“Yes. Moreover, his wounds make it unlikely he’d avoid the tunnel’s traps. Korvaun swore an oath to serve Waterdeep, so we called on him. A slipshield let him trade his likeness with the Lord.

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