Disclaimer: none of this belongs to me, not Drizzt, nor his brothers, not even the dialog (which I admit I took directly from the story.) All of these things (and more) are the property of R.A. Salvatore, etc.


"Alert!" he cries, and his face is a mask of horror, but the elderboy already knows. The secondboy is cunning, but his brother is no fool.

Nalfein doesn't turn. That crafted blade, carefully prepared to strike him from behind suddenly finds itself ill suited to the task.

Dinin leaves his brother without a word. Of course he doesn't turn away, this they both know is the way of the Drow.

. . .

"Queen of Spiders take this babe. Drizzt Do'Urden we give to you in payment for our glorious victory!" The dagger flashes and the child is still.

. . .

The door closes on an era unrealized. Daermon N'a'shezbaernon, the Ninth House of Menzoberranzan will remain.

. . .