The gates of Silverymoon, shining silver and with bars decorated like leafy vines, were closed, a clear signal that things were amiss in the Silver Marches. Stern-faced guards, elf and human, manned all posts along the city's wall and around a series of small stone houses that served as checkpoints for approaching visitors.
Catti-brie - limping more profoundly from her days on the road - and Wulfgar noted the tense looks coming their way. The woman merely smiled, though, understanding that her companion, nearly seven feet tall and with shoulders broad and strong, could elicit such trepidation even in normal times. Predictably, those nervous guards relaxed and even offered waves as the pair neared, as they came to recognize the barbarian in his trademark wolf-skin cloak and the woman who had often served as liaison between Mithral Hall and Silverymoon.
There was no call for the pair to stop or even slow as they passed the stone structures, and the gate parted before them without request. Several of the sentries near that gate and atop the wall even began clapping for Wulfgar and Catti-brie and more than a few "huzzahs" were shouted as they passed.
"With official word or for pleasure alone?" the commander of the guard asked the couple inside the city gates. He looked at Catti-brie with obvious concern. "Milady, are you injured?"
Catti-brie replied with a dismissive look, as if it did not matter, but the guard continued, "I will provide a coach for you at once!"
"I have walked from Mithral Hall through snow and mud," the woman replied. "I would not deny myself the joy of Silverymoon's meandering ways."
"But..."
"I will walk," Catti-brie said. "Do not deny me this pleasure."
The guard relented with a bow. "Lady Alustriel will be pleased by your arrival."
"And we will be pleased to see her," said Wulfgar.
"With official word from King Bruenor?" the commander asked again.
"With word more personal, but equally pressing," the barbarian answered. "You will announce us?"
"The courier is already on his way to the palace."
Wulfgar nodded his gratitude. "We will walk the ways of Silvery-moon, a course not direct, and will arrive at Lady Alustriel's court before the sun has passed its zenith," he explained. "Pleased we are to be here - truly Silverymoon is a welcomed sight and a welcoming city for road-weary travelers. Our business here might well include you and your men as well, commander...."
"Kenyon," said Catti-brie, for she had met the man on many occasions, though briefly at each.
"I am honored that you remember me, Lady Catti-brie," he said with another bow.
"We arrive in search of refugees who have come from Mithral Hall and may have crossed into your fairest of cities," said Wulfgar.
"Many have come," Kenyon admitted. "And many have left. But of course, we are at your disposal, son of Bruenor, on word of Lady Alustriel. Go and secure that word, I bid you."
Wulfgar nodded, and he and Catti-brie moved past the guard station.
With their road-weathered clothes, one with a magical bow as a crutch and the other a giant of a man with a magnificent warhammer strapped across his back, the pair stood out in the city of philosophers and poets, and many a curious look turned their way as they walked the winding, seemingly aimless avenues of the decorated city. As with every visitor to Silverymoon, no matter how many times one traversed the place, their eyes were continually drawn upward, studying the intricate designs and artwork that covered the walls of every building, and upward still, to the tapering spires that topped every structure. Most communities were an expression of utility, with structures built suitable to the elements of their environment and the threats of regional monsters. Cities of commerce were built with wide avenues, port cities with fortified harbors and breakwaters, and frontier towns with thick walls. Silverymoon stood above all of these, for it was an expression of utility, of course, but more than that, an expression of spirit. Security and commerce were facilitated, but they were not paramount to the needs of the soul, where the library was grander than the barracks and the avenues were designed to turn visitors and residents to the most spectacular of views, rather than as efficient straight lines to the marketplace or the rows of houses and mercantiles.
It was hard to arrive in Silverymoon with urgent business, for few could walk swiftly through those streets, and fewer still could focus the mind sufficiently to defeat the intrusions of beauty.
Contrary to Wulfgar's stated expectations, the sun had passed its zenith before Wulfgar and Catti-brie came in sight of Lady Alustriel's wondrous palace, but that was all right, for the experienced guards had informed the Lady of Silverymoon that such would be the case.
"The finest humans of Clan Battlehammer," said the tall woman, coming out from behind the curtains that separated this private section of her palatial audience chamber from the main, public promenade.
There was no overt malice in her humorous remark, though of course the couple standing before her, the adopted son and daughter of King Bruenor, were the only humans of Clan Battlehammer. Wulfgar smiled and chuckled, but Catti-brie didn't quite find that level of mirth within her.
She stared at the great woman, Lady Alustriel, one of the Seven Sisters and leader of magnificent Silverymoon. She only remembered to offer a bow when Wulfgar dipped beside her, and even then, Catti-brie did not lower her head as she bent, staring intently at Alustriel.
For despite herself, Catti-brie was intimidated. Alustriel was nearly six feet tall and undeniably beautiful, by human standards, by elven standards - by any standards. Even the creatures of the higher planes would be pleased by her presence, Catti-brie knew in her heart, for there was a luminescence and gravity about Alustriel that was somehow beyond mortal existence. Her hair was silver and lustrous, and hung thick to her shoulders, and her eyes could melt a man's heart or strip him of all courage at her will. Her gown was a simple affair, green with golden stitching, and just a few emeralds sewn for effect. Most kings and queens wore robes far more decorated and elaborate, of course, but Alustriel didn't need any ornamentation. Any room that she entered was her room to command.
She had never shown Catti-brie anything but kindness and friendship, and the two had been quite warm on occasion. But Catti-brie hadn't seen Alustriel much of late, and she could not help but feel somewhat smaller in the great woman's presence. Once she had been jealous of the Lady of Silverymoon, hearing rumors that Alustriel had been Drizzt's lover, and she had never discerned whether or not that had been the case.
Catti-brie smiled genuinely and laughed at herself, and pushed all of the negative thoughts aside. She couldn't be jealous where Drizzt was concerned anymore, nor could she feel diminished by anyone when she thought of her relationship with the drow.
What did it matter if the gods themselves bowed to Lady Alustriel? For Drizzt had chosen Catti-brie.
To Catti-brie's surprise, Alustriel walked right over and embraced her, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Too many months pass between our visits, milady," Alustriel said, moving Catti-brie back to arms' length. She reached up and pushed back a thick strand of Catti-brie's auburn hair. "How you manage to stay so beautiful, as if the dirt of the road cannot touch you, I will never know."
Catti-brie hardly knew how to reply.
"You could fight a battle with a thousand orcs," Alustriel went on, "slay them all - of course - and bloody your sword, your fist, and your boots. Not even that stain would diminish your glow."
Catti-brie gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Milady, you are too kind," she said. "Too kind for reason, I fear."
"Of course you do, daughter of Bruenor. You are a woman who grew up among dwarves, who hardly appreciated your charms and your beauty. You have no idea of how tall you would stand among those of your own race."
Catti-brie's face twisted a bit in confusion, not quite knowing how to take that.
"And that, too, is part of the charm of Catti-brie," said Alustriel. "Your humility is not calculated, it is intrinsic."
Catti-brie looked no less confused, and that drew a bit of laughter from Wulfgar. Catti-brie shot him a frown to silence him.
"The wind whispers that you have taken Drizzt as your husband," Alustriel said.
Still glancing Wulfgar's way as Alustriel spoke, Catti-brie noted a slight grimace on the barbarian's face - or maybe it was just her imagination.
"You are married?" Alustriel asked.
"Yes," Catti-brie replied. "But we have not celebrated in formal ceremony yet. We will wait for the darkness of Obould to recede."
Alustriel's face grew very serious. "That will be a long time, I fear."
"King Bruenor is determined that it will not."
"Indeed," said Alustriel, and she offered a hopeful little smile and a shrug. "I do hope you will celebrate your joining with Drizzt Do'Urden soon, both in Mithral Hall, and here in Silverymoon, as my honored guests. I will gladly open the palace to you, for many of my subjects would wish well the daughter of good King Bruenor and that most unusual dark elf."
"And many of your court would prefer that Drizzt remain in Mithral Hall," Catti-brie said, a bit more harshly than she had intended.
But Alustriel only laughed and nodded, for it was true enough, and undeniable. "Well, Fret likes him," she said, referring to her favored advisor, a most unusual and uniquely tidy dwarf. "And Fret likes you, and so do I - both of you. If I spent my time worrying over the pettiness and posturing of court lords and ladies, I would turn endless circles of appeasement and apology."
"When you doubt, then trust in Fret," Catti-brie said. She winked and Alustriel gave a hearty laugh and hugged her again.
As she did, she whispered into Catti-brie's ear, "Come here more often, I beg of you, with or without your stubborn dark elf companion."
She stepped up to Wulfgar then and wrapped him in a warm embrace. When she moved back to arms' length, a curious look came over her. "Son of Beornegar," she said quietly, respectfully.
Catti-brie's mouth dropped open in surprise at that, for only recently had Wulfgar been wearing that title more regularly, and it seemed to her as if Alustriel had somehow just discerned that.
"I see contentment in your blue eyes," Alustriel remarked. "You have not been at peace like this ever before - not even when I first met you, those many years ago."
"I was young then, and too strong of spirit," said Wulfgar.
"Can one ever be?"
Wulfgar shrugged. "Too anxious, then," he corrected.
"You hold your strength deeper now, because you are more secure in it, and in how you wish to use it."
Wulfgar's nod seemed to satisfy Alustriel, but Catti-brie just kept looking from the large man to the tall woman. She felt as if they were speaking in code, or half-saying secrets, the other half of which were known only to them.
"You are at peace," said Alustriel.
"And yet I am not," Wulfgar replied. "For my daugh - the girl, Colson, is lost to me."
"She was slain?"
Wulfgar shook his head immediately to calm the gentle woman. "Delly Curtie was lost to the hordes of Obould, but Colson lives. She was sent across the river in the company of refugees from the conquered northern lands."
"Here to Silverymoon?"
"That is what I would know," Wulfgar explained.
Alustriel nodded and stepped back, taking them both in with her protective stare.
"We could go from inn to inn," Catti-brie said. "But Silvery-moon is no small city, nor is Sundabar, and there are many more villages about."
"You will remain right here as my guests," Alustriel insisted. "I will call out every soldier of Silverymoon's garrison, and will speak with the merchant guilds. You will have your answer in short time, I promise."
"You are too generous," Wulfgar said with a bow.
"Would King Bruenor, would Wulfgar or Catti-brie, offer any less to me or one of mine if we similarly came to Mithral Hall?"
That simple truth ended any forthcoming arguments from the two grateful travelers.
"We thought that we might travel to some of the common inns and ask around," Catti-brie said.
"And draw attention to your hunt?" Alustriel replied. "Would this person who has Colson wish to give the child back to you?"
Wulfgar shook his head, but Catti-brie said, "We don't know, but it is possible that she would not."
"Then better for you to remain here, as my guests. I have many contacts who frequent the taverns. It is important for a leader to hear the commoners' concerns. The answers you seek will be easily found - in Silverymoon, at least." She motioned to her attendants. "Take them and make them comfortable. I do believe that Fret wishes to see Catti-brie."
"He cannot suffer the dirt of the road upon me," Catti-brie remarked dryly.
"Only because he cares, of course."
"Or because he so despises dirt?"
"That too," Alustriel admitted.
Catti-brie looked to Wulfgar and offered a resigned shrug. She was pleasantly surprised to see him equally at ease with this arrangement. Apparently he understood that their work was better left to Alustriel, and that they could indeed relax and enjoy the respite at the luxurious palace of the Lady of Silverymoon.
"And she came without proper clothing, I'll wager!" came an obviously annoyed voice, a chant that sounded both melodic and sing-song like an elf, and resonant like the bellow of a dwarf - a most unusual dwarf.
Wulfgar and Catti-brie turned to see the fellow, dressed in a fine white gown with bright green trim, enter the room. He looked at Catti-brie and gave a disapproving sigh and a wag of his meticulously manicured stubby finger. Then he stopped and sighed again, and put his chin in one hand, his fingers stroking the thin line of his well-trimmed silver beard as he considered the task of transforming Catti-brie.
"Well met, Fret," Alustriel said. "It would seem that you have your work cut out for you. Do try not to break this one's spirit."
"You confuse spirit with odor, milady."
Catti-brie frowned, but it was hard for her to cover her inner smile.
"Fret would put perfume and bells on a tiger, I do believe," Alustriel said, and her nearby attendants shared a laugh at the dwarf's expense.
"And colored bows and paint for its nails," the tidy dwarf proudly replied. He walked up to Catti-brie, gave a "tsk tsk," and grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her along. "As we appreciate beauty, so it is our divine task to facilitate it. And so I shall. Now come along, child. You've a long bath to suffer."
Catti-brie flashed her smile back at Wulfgar. After their long and arduous journey, she planned to "suffer" it well.
Wulfgar's returned smile was equally genuine. He turned to Alustriel, saluted, and thanked her.
"What might we do for Wulfgar while my scouts seek word of Colson?" Alustriel asked him.