"The gnomes took him" Masoj said to Dinin when the pa-trol leader returned to the cavern. The wizard lifted his arms over his head to give the high priestess and her assist-ants a better view of his predicament.
"Where?" Dinin demanded. "Why did they let you live?"
Masoj shrugged. "A secret door" he explained, "somewhere on the wall behind you. I suspect that they would have taken me as well, except. . " Masoj looked down at the floor, still holding him tightly up to the waist. "The gnomes would have killed me, but for your arrival"
"You are fortunate, wizard" the high priestess said to Ma-soj. "I have memorized a spell this day that will release the stone's hold on you" She whispered some instructions to her assistants and they took out water skins and pouches of clay and began tracing a ten foot square on the floor around the trapped wizard. The high priestess moved over to the wall of the chamber and prepared for her prayers.
"Some have escaped" Dinin said to her.
The high priestess understood. She whispered a quick de-tection spell and studied the wall. "Right there" she said. Dinin and another male rushed over to the spot and soon found the almost imperceptible outline to the secret door.
As the high priestess began her incantation, one of her cleric assistants threw the end of a rope to Masoj. "Hold on" the assistant teased, "and hold your breath!"
"Wait -" Masoj began, but the stone floor all around him transformed into mud and the wizard slipped under.
The clerics, laughing, pulled Masoj out a moment later.
"Nice spell" the wizard remarked, spitting mud.
"It has its purposes" replied the high priestess. "Especially when we fight against the gnomes and their tricks with the stone. I carried it as a safeguard against earth elementals" She looked at a piece of rubble at her feet, unmistakably one eye and the nose of such a creature. "I see that my spell was not needed in that manner"
"I destroyed that one" Masoj lied.
"Indeed" said the high priestess, unconvinced. She could tell by the cut of the rubble that a blade had made the wound. She let the issue drop when the scrape of sliding stone turned them all to the wall.
"A maze" moaned the fighter beside Dinin when he peered into the tunnel. "How will we find them?" Dinin thought for a moment, then spun on Masoj. "They have my brother" he said, an idea coming to mind. "Where is your cat?"
" About" Masoj stalled, guessing Dinin's plan and not really wanting Drizzt rescued.
"Bring it to me" Dinin ordered. "The cat can smell Drizzt"
"I cannot. . . I mean" Masoj stuttered.
"Now, wizard!" Dinin commanded. "Unless you wish me to tell the ruling council that some of the gnomes escaped because you refused to help!"
Masoj tossed the figurine to the ground and called for Guenhwyvar, not really knowing what would happen next. Had the earth elemental really destroyed Guenhwyvar? The mist appeared, in seconds transforming into the panther's corporeal body.
"Well" Dinin prompted, indicating the tunnel.
"Go find Drizzt!" Masoj commanded the cat. Guenhwyvar sniffed around the area for a moment, then bounded off down the small tunnel, the drow patrol in silent pursuit.
"Where. . " Drizzt started when he finally began the long climb from the depths of unconsciousness. He understood that he was sitting, and knew, too, that his hands were bound in front of him.
A small but undeniably strong hand caught him by the back of the hair and pulled his head back roughly.
"Quiet!" Belwar whispered harshly, and Drizzt was sur-prised that the creature could speak his language. Belwar let go of Drizzt and turned to join other svirfnebli.
From the chamber's low height and the gnomes' nervous movements, Drizzt realized that this group had taken flight.
The gnomes began a quiet conversation in their own tongue, which Drizzt could not begin to understand. One of them asked the gnome who had ordered Drizzt to be quiet, apparently the leader, a heated question. Another grunted his accord and spoke some harsh words, turning on Drizzt with a dangerous look in his eyes.
The leader slapped the other gnome hard on the back and sent him off through one of the two low exits in the cham-ber, then put the others into defensive positions. He walked over to Drizzt. "You come with us to Blingdenstone" he said in hesitant words.
"Then?" Drizzt asked.
Belwar shrugged. "The king'll decide. If you cause me no trouble, I'll tell him to let you go"
Drizzt laughed cynically.
"Well, then" said Belwar, "if the king says to kill you, I'll make sure it comes in a single clean blow" Again Drizzt laughed. "Do you believe that I believe?" he asked. "Thrture me now and have your fun. That is your evil way!"
Belwar started to slap him but held his hand in check.
"Svirfnebli don't torture!" he declared, louder than he should have. "Drow elves torture!" He turned away but spun back, reiterating his promise." A single clean blow"
Drizzt found that he believed the sincerity in the gnome's voice, and he had to accept that promise as a measure of mercy far greater than the gnome would have received if Dinin's patrol had captured him. Belwar turned to walk away, but Drizzt, intrigued, had to learn more of the curi-ous creature.
"How have you learned my language?" he asked.
"Gnomes are not stupid" Belwar retorted, unsure of what Drizzt was leading to.
"Nor are drow" Drizzt replied earnestly, "but I have never heard the language of the svirfnebli spoken in my city"
"There once was a draw in Blingdenstone" Belwar ex-plained, now nearly as curious about Drizzt as Drizzt was about him.
"Slave" Drizzt reasoned.
"Guest!" Belwar snapped. "Svirfnebli keep no slaves!"
Again Drizzt found that he could not refute the sincerity in Belwar's voice. "What is your name?" he asked.
The gnome laughed at him. "Do you think me stupid?"
Belwar asked. "You desire my name that you might use its power in some dark magic against me!"
"No" Drizzt protested.
"I should kill you now for thinking me stupid!" Belwar growled, ominously lifting his heavy pick. Drizzt shifted un-comfortably, not knowing what the gnome would do next.
"My offer remains" Belwar said, lowering the pick. "No trouble, and 1 tell the king to let you go" Belwar didn't believe that would happen any more than did Drizzt, so the svirfneblin, with a helpless shrug, offered Drizzt the next best thing. "Or else, a single clean blow"
A commotion from one of the tunnels turned Belwar away. "Belwar" called one of the other gnomes, rushing back into the small chamber. The gnome leader turned a wary eye on Drizzt to see if the drow had caught th~ men-tion of his name.
Drizzt wisely kept his head turned away, pretending not to listen. He had indeed heard the name of the gnome leader who had shown him mercy. Belwar, the other svirfneblin had said. Belwar, a name that Drizzt would never forget. Fighting from down the passageway caught everyone's at-tention, then, and several svirfnebli scrambled back into the chamber. Drizzt knew from their excitement that the drow patrol was close behind.