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Like water before the prow of a high-riding ship they parted, and Wulfgar, nearly overbalancing for his
expectations of impact, lumbered through, Drizzt dancing at his heels.
By the time the trolls regrouped to pursue, their prey was already climbing the last rise out of the
Evermoors and into the forest - a wood under the protective eye of Lady Alustriel and the gallant Knights
of Silver.
Drizzt turned under the boughs of the first tree to watch for signs of pursuit. Heavy fog swirled back
down at the moors, as though the foul land had slammed its door behind them. No trolls came through.
The drow sank back against the tree, too drained to smile.
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Wulfgar set Regis and Bruenor down on a mossy bed in a small clearing deeper in the wood, then
toppled over in pain. Drizzt caught up to him a few minutes later.
"We must camp here," the drow was saying, "though I wish we could put more distance . . . " He
stopped when he saw his young friend writhing on the ground and grasping at his injured leg, nearly
overcome by the pain. Drizzt rushed over to examine the knee, his eyes widening in shock and disgust.
A troll's hand, probably from one of those he had hacked apart when Wulfgar rescued Bruenor, had
latched on to the barbarian as he ran, finding a niche in the back of his knee. One clawed finger had
already buried itself deep into the leg, and two others were even now boring in.
"Do not look," Drizzt advised Wulfgar. He reached into his pack for his tinderbox and set a small stick
burring, then used it to prod the wretched hand. As soon as the thing began to smoke and wriggle about,
Drizzt slid it from the leg and threw it to the ground. It tried to scurry away, but Drizzt sprang upon it,
pinning it with one of his scimitars and lighting it fully with the burning stick.
He looked back to Wulfgar, amazed at the sheer determination that had allowed the barbarian to
continue with so wicked a wound. But now their flight was ended, and Wulfgar had already succumbed
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to the pain and the exhaustion. He lay sprawled unconscious on the ground beside Bruenor and Regis.
"Sleep well," Drizzt said softly to the three of them. "You have earned the right." He moved to each of
them to make sure they were not too badly hurt. Then, satisfied that they would all recover, he set to his
vigilant watch.
Even the valiant drow, though, had overstepped the bounds of his stamina during the rush through the
Evermoors, and soon he too nodded his head and joined his friends in slumber.
Late the next morning Bruenor's grumbling roused them. "Ye forgot me axe!" the dwarf shouted
angrily. "I can't be cutting stinkin' trolls without me axe!"
Drizzt stretched out comfortably, somewhat refreshed, but still far from recovered. "I told you to take
the axe," he said to Wulfgar, who was similarly shaking off his sound slumber.
"I said it clearly," Drizzt scolded mockingly. "Take the axe and leave the ungrateful dwarf."
"'Twas the nose that confused me," Wulfgar replied. "More akin to an axe-head than to any nose I have
ever seen!"
Bruenor unconsciously looked down his long snout. "Bah!" he growled, "I'll find me a club!" and he
tromped off into the forest.
"Some quiet, if you will!" Regis snapped as the last hint of his pleasant dreams flitted away. Disgusted
at being awakened so early, he rolled back over and covered his head with his cloak.
They could have made Silverymoon that very day, but a single night's rest would not erase the
weariness of the days they had spent in the Evermoors, and on a tough road before that. Wulfgar, for one,
with his injured leg and back, had to use a walking stick, and the sleep that Drizzt had found the night
before had been his first, in nearly a week. Unlike the moors, this forest seemed quite wholesome. And
though they knew that they were still in the wild lands, they felt safe enough to stretch out the road to the
city and enjoy, for the first time since they had left Ten-Towns, a leisurely walk.
They broke out of the forest by noon of the next day and covered the last few miles to Silverymoon.
Before sunset, they came over the final climb, and looked down upon the River Rauvin and the countless
spires of the enchanted city.
They all felt the sensation of hope and relief when they glanced down upon that magnificent sight, but
none felt it more keenly than Drizzt Do'Urden. The drow had hoped from the earliest planning of their
adventure that its path would take him through Silverymoon, though he had done nothing to sway
Bruenor's decision in choosing a course. Drizzt had heard of Silverymoon after his arrival in Ten-Towns,
and were it not for the fact that he had found some measure of tolerance in the rugged frontier
community, he would have set back at once for the place. Reknowned for their acceptance of all who
came in search of knowledge, regardless of race, the people of Silverymoon offered the renegade black
elf a true opportunity to find a home.
Many times he had considered traveling to the place, but something within him, perhaps the fear of
false hope and unfulfilled expectations, kept him within the security of Icewind Dale. Thus, when the
decision had been made in Longsaddle that Silverymoon would be their next destination, Drizzt had
found himself squarely facing the fantasy he had never dared to dream. Looking down now on his one
hope for true acceptance in the surface world, he courageously forced his apprehensions away.
"The Moonbridge," Bruenor remarked when a wagon below crossed the Rauvin, seemingly floating in
mid-air. Bruenor had heard of the invisible structure as a boy, but had never seen it firsthand.
Wulfgar and Regis watched the spectacle of the flying wagon in blank amazement. The barbarian had
overcome many of his fear's of magic during his stay in Longsaddle, and he was truly looking forward to
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exploring this legendary city. Regis had been here once before, but his familiarity with the place did
nothing to lessen his excitement.
They approached the guard post on the Rauvin eagerly, despite their weariness, the same post that
Entreri's party had passed four days before, with the same guards who had allowed the evil group to enter
the city.
"Greetings," Bruenor offered in a tone that could be considered jovial for the dour dwarf. "And know
ye that the sight of yer fair city has bringed new life into me weary heart!"
The guards hardly heard him, intent upon the drow, who had pulled back his cowl. They seemed
curious, for they had never actually seen a black elf, but, they didn't appear too surprised by Drizzt's
arrival.
"May we be escorted to the Moonbridge now?" Regis asked after a period of silence that grew
increasingly uncomfortable. "You cannot guess how anxious we are to view Silverymoon. So much we
have heard!"
Drizzt suspected what was forthcoming. An angry lump welled in his throat.
"Go away," the guard said quietly. "You may not pass."
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