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.Most likely they went back through the gate."Mrinden frowned."That trail is just a mite obvious, isn't it?""A trap?"Mrinden nodded.Kalassyn shrugged."We've no choice but to go through, unless you want to explain to Stormcloak or Bellwind why we did not.Sabryn went through earlier this evening, on some secret affair I'm not supposed to know the slightest thing about.Perhaps he needs help and tried to get to us.""And the attempt ended in slaughter? That means we'll be walking into alert and waiting death!"Kalassyn shrugged again."You sound like one of the younger priests.What mage doesn't walk toward death, where'er he goes? Eh?"Mrinden jerked his head about angrily to glare at the silently waiting men-at-arms."We're going through the gate!" he snarled at them."Form up in an arrow.I want twelve to remain behind and watch for any strangers in the trees.If you cross blades with anyone, send a band down to rouse the rest of the barracks.The rest of you, load crossbows and point them at the sky.Move!"In weary silence the black-armored Wolves formed up, the senior Sword choosing the dozen who would stand rear guard.The two Zhentarim walked into the midst of the wedge of armed men, almost invisible in their black robes, and gestured curtly for the arrow to close around them, protecting their backs.Mrinden addressed the men."This gate is perfectly safe.Simply walk into it as if it weren't there.You'll set foot next in a wooded area where armed and ready foes may be waiting.Don't stop to gawk.If something moves, shoot it and move on in haste to let the rest of us through." He looked around.Expressionless black helms looked back at him.He drew in a deep breath."Right, then move!"Without an answering word, the black-armored dealers of death marched forward into the oval of waiting light."They've come this way," Itharr said, examining a faint heel mark of damp earth on a rock."I'm sure of it.""Elminster, aye, but who's the other?" Belkram asked, blade out, peering into the night-shrouded trees around them.Itharr shrugged."We'll find out, no doubt," he said dryly."Come on." Silently they stalked on, alert and dangerous.The two Harpers had been restless, unable to settle down for the night after they'd found Elminster's trail.They'd been lying on the turf, heads pillowed on their boots, discussing where the Old Mage was most likely heading—northwest, it seemed, straight into the heart of lawless Daggerdale—when they'd both felt a peculiar creeping, prickling sensation.There was a sudden tension in their heads, a rising surge of power that slowly died away.This was followed by another flicker of force, then nothing."What was that?" Itharr asked, eyes wide."Strong magic unleashed," Belkram said."I've felt it that strongly only once before, in a battle near the Greycloak Hills against Zhents out of Darkhold, when the spellsinger Andarra was dying.She spent her life-force in a song that made all magic go wild, so Zhent wizards would have to fight, dagger and sword, like all others.We all felt the effect of her sacrifice.""Strong magic," Itharr said slowly, eyes narrowing."Elminster!" He rolled to his feet, wincing at the cold, and reached for his boots."Let's hence!"Belkram grunted himself upright, breath curling around him like smoke in the night chill, and pulled on one boot."Hence away," he agreed, feeling for his blade.So they did.They were now entering the broken, wooded country of ridges and ravines that marked Dagger Wood, the southeast edge of Daggerdale.It would be easy to lose the trail, so the two Harpers slowed.Since Zhentil Keep's forces had hounded Randal Morn and his folk into hiding, the dale ahead had become lawless country, roamed by horrific beasts, brigands, and marauding Zhent-hired mercenary bands, mainly orcs.Not country for two men without magic to wander about in at night.They were both thinking this, swords held ready as they came up over a ridge, when they saw a light ahead, an upright amber oval of radiance hanging motionless in the trees.They looked at each other, nodded, started forward—and came to a halt almost immediately.Armored men had suddenly appeared out of the light, scattering into the open space in front of it with swords drawn.The two Harpers saw robed men gesturing commandingly.They traded glances again.Belkram laid a hand on Itharr's arm and murmured, "Let's stay low and just watch.I'd wager a large amount that Elminster is involved in this, but I don't see him anywhere."Itharr had been watching the men intently."Aye.They seem to be looking for him, or us, or anyone about."They sank down to their elbows, looked behind them, and shifted apart to lie under the shelter of shrubs, blades ready beside them.Itharr scratched his nose."Those are Zhents, or I'm a Calishite."Belkram peered at him through the darkness."No," he said, "you haven't turned into a Calishite, and I can't say I've noticed you oiling your hide and perfuming your gold coins these last few summers."Itharr sighed theatrically."No? I try to be so subtle."Belkram snorted and they fell silent, watching the Zhentarim searching the woods, closer and closer.The two Harpers waited intently, as still as stone, like two hawks on a perch watching for prey.* * * * *"Nothing," Mrinden said angrily."Nothing save this," Kalassyn pointed out, nudging the sentinel's body with his foot.Mrinden made a rude noise and waved his hands in exasperation."Either we've been raided and the raiders have got clean away—we'll never find anyone in these woods, in the dark, unless by pure chance we fall right over them—or they're in the dale right now, whoe'er they are, and past us.In either case we must return.Call the men back."Kalassyn gave curt orders to the Sword, who nodded and hastened away.Mrinden stared angrily at the stars above and the trees around until the Sword returned and spoke at his elbow."Lord, we are here and await your orders."Mrinden tossed his head like an angry stallion and glared at the man."Choose seven of your best to remain behind.They are to let no one through the gate but a ranking mage of the Zhentarim and those with him.Their orders are to slay all others; let no one see this gate and live to tell of it.When light comes, they must search the area carefully.No intelligent creature must elude their search, or it will go ill with all of you later.Understood?""Aye, Lord." A cool night breeze slid past them.Mrinden shivered and turned abruptly toward the light."The rest of you follow me." He strode back into the radiance.The Sword was already waving a gauntleted hand; the main body of warriors hastened to follow.Kalassyn joined their line near the back, looking around one last time at the dark trees and the stars overhead.As he glanced up, a star fell, trailing a silent path across the cloak of night
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