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Stop。
Gromph's finger wouldn't move。 Nor could he even imagine moving it any longer。 Something had a vicelike grip on his mind and was crushing his will。 Gromph could sense Sluuguth's foul…feeling； tentacled presence。
Heart suddenly beating faster； the archmage realized what must have happened。 In casting the spell that gave Gromph his freedom； the illithid had woven in a second spell； one that had slowed Gromph's body。 It had given Sluuguth just enough time to cast the mind…dominating spell that held Gromph in thrall。
Gromph sat motionless in his chair； awaiting the illithid's next mand。 Had he been able to； he would have groaned in frustration。 He had been careful not to think about the sigils on the walls。 The first one was meant to give Sluuguth a false sense of security after the illithid so summarily defeated the fire elemental…as Gromph knew it would。 The second was meant to trap the mind flayer after Gromph was free。 But the archmage's careful plan lay in ruins； as broken as the remains of the sphere that littered the floor at his feet。
Sluuguth moved to a position behind Gromph and loomed over his shoulder。
Open the drawer。
Gromph bent； inserted his fingers in the skull's eye sockets； and pulled。 The drawer slid open； revealing the two thought bottles。
Take them out of the drawer； Sluuguth ordered。
Gromph did as he was told； placing both bottles on the desk in front of him。 He braced himself。 Surely the illithid would either end his life or at the very least imprison him； the desk's protective magic having been thwarted。
Instead Sluuguth gave him a further mand： Choose one。
Gromph's fingers closed around the bottle closest to him。 An instant later； at Sluuguth's mand； they sprang open again； and he picked up the second bottle instead。
Consume it； Sluuguth ordered。
With those words； Gromph knew the second part of his plan…which he had obviously been unsuccessful in not thinking about…had also failed。
Decades past； Gromph had created the thought bottles as a contingency； in case he ever became the captive of a creature who could read his mind。 He'd been telling the truth when he said he had no idea what was in the bottles； but he'd left one tiny sliver of information within his own mind： the memory that if such a situation arose； he should offer them to his captor。 But the sava board had been turned。 Whatever was in the bottle his traitorous hands were even then uncorking was about to be unleashed on Gromph himself。
A part of Gromph's mind screamed in protest； but the tiny； trapped voice went unheard。 Slowly； inexorably； the Archmage of Menzoberranzan raised the bottle to his lips； and drank。
Chapter Fifteen
Valas sculled just outside the turbulent swirl of water at the base of the waterfall； wondering how he was going to contact the others。 Fully transformed； he was no longer capable of breathing air。 His hands and feet had turned into webbed paws； and his tailbone had elongated into a fluked tail。 After the last of his hair had fallen out； a grayish…green membrane had grown over his skin； which secreted a slimy coating that kept out the water's chill。 Valas was trapped underwater； unable to climb back up to the tunnel where his panions waited。
At least he still had all of his equipment。 He touched the thick leather belt around his waist； with its steel buckle shaped in the form of a rothe's head。 Perhaps； with the aid of the magical strength it lent him； together with the increased nimbleness afforded by his enchanted chain mail； he could climb inside the waterfall； against its pounding force。 But when he swam to the surface to take a look； he remembered that the waterfall arced out of the cavern above。 For most of the climb； the falling water was a good three or four paces distant from the cliff…too far for him to duck his head into it while still holding on to the rock face。
Disappointed； he allowed himself to sink back under the surface of the lake。 There was no way out。
Then he remembered his enchanted backpack。
Shrugging it off his shoulders； he moved it to his chest； putting the shoulder straps on backward and cinching them tight。 He opened its main flap。 Water rushed into the nondimensional space inside the pack。 When it was full…holding the equivalent of perhaps thirty waterskins…he closed the flap。 Many of the items the backpack held would be damaged； but that was a sacrifice that mattered little against his survival。
Valas swam directly under the waterfall； fighting the current with powerful strokes of his tail。 The water falling from above thundered in his ears and forced him down； but at last he saw a more solid patch of darkness ahead： the base of the cliff。 The current slammed him up against the rock before he was ready； but an instant later he found a handhold。 To his surprise； he felt claws emerge from the ends of his fingers and thumb that helped him hold on。 Muscles straining； he resisted the current that was trying to tear him away from the rock face。 Valas began to climb。
The closer he got to the surface； the stronger the pounding of the waterfall became。 Twice he slipped and was nearly swept back to the bottom of the lake； but he managed to hang on with one hand。 By thrashing his tail； he forced himself back against the cliff each time。 At last his head broke the surface。
He heaved himself up； scrambling for handholds and toeholds on the slippery cliff。 As he climbed； he held his breath…or rather； held water in his lungs。 When at last he could hold it no more； he exhaled through his mouth…a process that felt like vomiting； at least when he was no longer underwater…then he opened the flap of his backpack and plunged his head inside。 He inhaled deeply； then closed the flap and continued to climb。
Gradually he drew near to the tunnel mouth。 When he was perhaps a pace or two below its lip； Pharaun peeked out from above。 The mage had obviously been alerted by magic to Valas's presence…there was no way he could have heard someone climbing the cliff over the thunder of the falls。 The mage was casting a spell。
Valas…to Pharaun's eyes a 〃monster〃 rising from the lake…waved a webbed paw in a desperate attempt to fend off whatever magical attack was about to be launched at him。 Shaking his head； he pointed to the kukris sheathed at his hip。
Pharaun； oblivious； touched his forefingers to his eyes and flicked them downward； releasing his spell。 Valas felt a wash of magical energy tingle through his skin； and he flinched。 Flexing his claws still deeper into the crevices to which he clung； he waited for death to take him。
Above him； Pharaun's eyes widened。
Lifting a hand； he signed rapidly； Valas！ It is you。 What happened？
Sighing water in a trickle over his chin； Valas realized he had been reprieved。 Pharaun had recognized him by his kukris； after all…the spell had just been one that allowed him to see through the misshapen form Valas wore； to confirm the mercenary's identity。 He signed one brief word…Wait…and inhaled once again from his bag。
Valas climbed up to where Pharaun crouched； and heaved himself over the edge into the tunnel。 Slipping into the river； he grabbed a rock to hold himself against the current that threatened to carry him over the waterfall。
Quenthel； Danifae； and the hulking Jeggred were all still waiting by the river's edge。 The vipers in Quenthel's whip lifted their heads and quivered in alarm as they saw Valas； and Jeggred sniffed the air and bared his teeth； but Pharaun told them that the drow…thing was； in fact； their panion。 Danifae stared at Valas with an expression of open disgust； her perfect lips slightly curled； then she turned away。
〃Well？〃 Quenthel demanded。 〃Did you find the ship of chaos？〃
Valas shook his head。 Using the silent speech； he told his story； ducking his head underwater each time he needed to breathe。 Pharaun listened closely； looking grim as Valas told of his capture； then giving a congratulatory nod as the mercenary described his escape。 Quenthel's expression； however； had not changed。 Her lips remained tight； while her eyes blazed。
She turned on Pharaun； the vipers in her whip writhing； and said； 〃Your demon was lying。 The ship isn't here。〃
Pharaun raised an eyebrow and asked； 〃My demon？〃
〃We're no farther ahead than when we started；〃 Quenthel said。 〃You should have kept questioning Belshazu about gates。 This rothe…dung story about a ship of chaos was obviously just a lie to throw us off the track。〃
〃Off the track of what？〃 Pharaun asked； glaring back。 〃The only gate around here is the one in your imagination。 And it was your bright idea to have me summon a demon in the first place。〃
Valas didn't like the look in the mage's eyes。 Once again； Pharaun and Quenthel were on the verge of ing to blows。 The Master of Sorcere let a hand drift behind his back and had his fingers flexed； ready to cast a spell。 Jeggred crouched behind his aunt； clearly ready to spring at Pharaun's throat if any suspicious move was made。 Danifae； meanwhile； folded her arms across her chest and stared defiantly at Pharaun…while simult