The Ghost King - Book 3 by R.A. Salvatore

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

But they werent finished, to be sure. Given Danicas report, given Jarlaxles understanding of the hatred toward him and toward Cadderly and Danica, he saw no possibility that Spirit Soaring would suddenly be left in peace.

This night was peaceful, though —undeniably so, paradoxically so, eerily so. And in that quiet, with not even the breath of wind accompanying it, Jarlaxle, and Jarlaxle alone, heard a call.

His eyes widened despite his near-perfect control over his emotions, and he reflexively glanced around.

He knew how tentative his—and Athrogates—welcome was at Spirit Soaring, and he could hardly believe his

misfortune as another ally, one who would not likely be accepted by any at Spirit Soaring, demanded an

audience.

He tried to push that quiet but insistent call away, but its urgency only heightened.

Jarlaxle looked to the forest and focused his thoughts on one large tree, just behind the foliage border. Then,

with another glance around, the drow slipped over the balcony railing and nimbly climbed to the

ground. He disappeared into the darkness, making his careful way across the wide courtyard.

* * * * *

“Bah, just as I telled ye, elf,” a sneering Bruenor Battlehammer said to Drizzt as they watched Jarlaxle

slip down from his perch. “Aint no friend to any othern Jarlaxle, that one.”

A profound sigh reflected Drizzts deep disappointment.

“Ill go get Pwent and bottle up that damned annoying dwarf ol big-hat there brung with him.” Bruenor

started to turn away, but Drizzt caught him by the shoulder.

“We dont know what this is about,” he reminded them. “More scouting? Did Jarlaxle see something?”

“Bah!” Bruenor snorted, pulling away. “Go and see if ye got to see, but Im already knowing.”

“Await my return,” D rizzt said.

Bruenor glared at him.

“Please, trust me in this,” Drizzt begged. “There is too much at stake for all of us, for Catti-brie. If

anyone can help us solve the riddle of her troubles, it is Jarlaxle.”

“Thought it was Cadderly. Aint that why were here?”

“Him, too,” said Drizzt, and as Bruenor visibly relaxed, he slipped out the window and moved after

Jarlaxle. Not a wary creature stirred at his silent passing.

* * * * *

Ever do I find you in curious places, Kimmuriel Oblodras fingers waggled to Jarlaxle, using the

intricate hand language of the drow.With Cadderly Bonaduce and his pathetic priests? Truly? In this time, we

all share concerns, and profit from … accommodations of mutual benefit,

Jarlaxles fingers answered.The situation here is desperate, even grave .

I know more about it than you do, Kimmuriel assured him, and Jarlaxle wore a puzzled expression.

“About the failing of the Weave, perhaps …?” he said quietly. Kimmuriel shook his head and responded

aloud. “About your predicament. About Hephaestus and Crenshinibon.” “And the illithid,” Jarlaxle added.

“Because of the illithid,” Kimmuriel corrected. “Yharaskrik, without form and dissipating, found me in Luskan.

He is no more a part of this creature they call the Ghost King. He was cast out, to fade to nothingness.”

“And he seeks revenge?”

“Revenge is not the way of illithids,” Kimmuriel explained. “Though no doubt Yharaskrik enjoyed the bargain

I offered.”

Do tell, said Jarlaxle, with his fingers and his amused expression.

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