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.Sheemzher wasn't stupid, no more than a young child was stupid when it thought that size—bigness—determined the value of a coin.But, like a young child, Sheemzher saw the world on his own terms."That may be the word that goblins use," he explained, "but men say 'mind flayers'.""Goblins say nothing, good sir.Good lady say: alho-o-o-o-on!"Sheemzher howled again and Dru had great difficulty imagining that the keening sound had originated in Wyndyfarh's slender, elegant throat.He'd never heard of an alho-o-o-o-on, either, and it was simply inconceivable that Ansoain would have failed to acquaint him and Galimer with such an unusually named beast.When the goblin finished his howl, he added, "Mind flayers alive living things.Alho-o-o-o-n dead living thing."Dru, who'd been leaning against the rock, trying to stay as much out of the rain as possible, literally leapt forward and to his feet."Undead? The Beast Lord is an undead mind flayer? Mystra's mercy—that explains the rest." His initial burst of excitement and satisfaction faded fast."You knew," he said.Disbelief kept Dru's anger in check."You knew what was down there.You knew, and you led us down there without a word of warning.""Good sir not ask Sheemzher.Sheemzher not clever men.Sheemzher not know what clever men know.Sheemzher quiet.Men never listen not-clever goblins, good sir; Sheemzher keep quiet.Not ask, not answer.""Sweet Tymora! I'm going to—"Tiep lunged at the goblin, but Tymora gave her blessing to Druhallen, who caught him before any harm was done."You're not going to do anything.""You heard him! He led us down there to die.Him and his damn lady.We were headed for that damn egg, that athan-thing you keep talking about.""Athanor.Alchemists use them to transmute base elements.It's our fault—my fault: I didn't ask the right questions."Tiep swore with creative passion, which Dru took as a sign that the goblin was no longer in serious danger.He glanced at Rozt'a, who'd shut her eyes and stood still like stone, blaming herself, as he did.Dru spoke for himself and her: "What's cut stays cut," he told Sheemzher, who'd pulled the blanket over his head."I'm asking now.When Lady Wyndyfarh told you that the Beast Lord was an—" Imitating the goblin's howl was more than Druhallen could ask of himself."Sheemzher, do you remember what you said and what your lady said when she told you what the Beast Lord was?"The goblin stayed beneath the blanket."Good lady says, Is its flesh slick and shiny or dry? Sheemzher says: Not shiny.Not get close.Not know slick, not know dry.Good lady says: The Beast Lord of Dekanter is an undead illithid magician, a lithilil—an illithil—ilthili—" Sheemzher abandoned memory.The blanket fell away from his face as he threw back his head and howled: "Alho-o-o-oon.alho-o-o-o-on."Rozt'a walked away.They were all soaked to the skin, but she'd started shivering.They could hear her teeth."Now look what you've done!" Tiep snarled and made another lunge for Sheemzher's neck.The goblin scrambled while Dru wrestled with Tiep.He got the youth pinned upright against wet rock."What's wrong with you?" he demanded, his mouth a finger's breadth from Tiep's nose."Haven't we got enough trouble without you going off like a rabid dog every other moment?"Tiep opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it and kept quiet.Dru released him and retreated, staring at his own hands and wondering how they'd gotten to a point where Tiep was assaulting a much-smaller goblin and he was doing the same to Tiep."We all need to back away from each other for a while," he muttered, though what they really needed was Galimer.Galimer did more than negotiate their business, he kept the peace.When this was over, Dru swore silently that he'd find the words to thank his friend.Right now, a wall of frustration separated his shame from an apology.Tiep straightened himself up.The youth didn't appear any worse for the encounter, for which Dru was grateful."You forgot to ask Sheemzher about the bug lady."Dru's nerves were so raw he couldn't tell if the boy meant to be troublesome or was actually trying to be helpful."Not now.""Good lady very good, very kind.Good lady crush Beast Lord like this—" Sheemzher ground his right fist into his left palm."—If good lady come here.Good lady not come here.Good lady cannot leave forest."Though he hadn't wanted the conversation, Dru couldn't let it end without answers
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