Pressed flat against a wall, the Justicar looked cautiously around a corner. Beside him, Escalla frantically tugged at his tunic to get the man’s attention.

“Jus! This route leads downstairs! What are we going downstairs for? All the really hoopy treasure will be up in Lolth’s rooms!”

Jus glanced at Morag’s map, then drew the faerie after him as he went around the corner.

“Lolth will have her best traps and guards around her own apartments. What we need is to strip those guards away from her. We need her unprepared, rushed, and unfocused.” The Justicar looked around a corner, then signaled Henry to watch the rear. “We need to get Lolth extremely annoyed.…”

“O-o-oh! Pissed off spider goddess? Hoopy! Yeah, I can see that!”

Silently drawing his sword Jus approached a door. Somewhere up ahead, there was a hum that transmitted through the metal hull.

“Control. That’s what our ‘associate’ meant. Lolth holds all other beings in contempt. She trusts no one else to do anything right.” Jus nodded at the door ahead. “According to the map, downstairs is the machinery that makes this palace walk. If we can destroy the machines, she’ll come down herself to see what’s wrong.”

Polk rose up onto his haunches, clearly dismayed.

“But son! This way we don’t go into the actual lair of evil! We don’t fight her step by step through the palace, facing every single trap, guard, and power she possesses!”

Escalla dropped down and patted the badger on his head.

“Ah, that’s great, man. Let’s call that one Plan B. We’ll get onto it right after we have our brains torn out and replaced by cauliflower.” The girl pointed at a door. “So the machine room stairs are this way?”

The Justicar listened at the door, then signed for Henry to prepare his crossbow. Jus stove the doorway in with a single massive kick, sending wood splintering into a big space beyond. There was a roar from inside, and two huge shapes surged up from a heap of garbage on the floor. Startled, the giants snatched for clubs even as Henry’s crossbow hammered crossbow bolts through the air. One giant snarled as the little darts ripped into him, then went wide eyed as the sleeping poison smeared on the tips went to work. The Justicar was about to charge into the fray, when Escalla shot between his legs with her frost wand in her hand.

“Whoa! Mine!” Escalla fired her frost wand into the room. “Jus, back! Don’t screw up that stoneskin spell!”

A blast of icy cold smashed into the remaining giant. The creature bellowed and recoiled. Invisible, Escalla sped into the room. A club hammered down at her as the giant blindly tried to smash her to a paste—then Escalla’s frost wand opened fire from an indelicate position below. The giant arched and froze solid, dead as a stone. Reappearing, Escalla blew a wisp of frost from the tip of her wand, twirled it like a baton and tucked it into place beneath her arm.

“And that’s how they do it on faerie turf!” The girl seemed pleased. “Hey! Who wants to search for treasure?”

Jus was in action. He swiftly passed the rest of the party through the room, propelling Polk with his boot. He opened the door that led to the rear of the ship, moving fast, always watchful and ready to kill.

“Move! Move fast. Go!” He picked up Escalla in passing. “No treasure hunting!”

“No treasure hunting?”

“Get moving before the guards come!” Jus paused at a door, kicked it open, and led the way through a storeroom. He paused outside another door—a door leading to a stairwell—and gripped Benelux tight. “Go!”

The door burst open. Four ogres rose from their nests beside a spiral stair. A hail of crossbow fire and a blast of frost met them, and the creatures were dead before they hit the ground. Jus ran to the top of the stairwell, looked down, then immediately led the way downstairs. He moved fast, and Escalla had to sprint wildly to catch him up.

“Jus! Jus, we should be careful!”

“The guards will be after us. There’s no time!”

He had to shout. The stair was filled with an awful noise coming from below—a metallic clash and shudder that rose to a deafening roar. The air was thick with heat and steam. Soot caked the walls, hiding the faces of the damned inside the metal skin. Enid squeezed down the stairs behind Jus and Escalla. Polk and Henry brought up the rear. Stifled, the group descended echoing metal steps into a deafening universe of noise.

They stood in a vast metal hall choked with smoke. Huge furnaces ran the length of the chamber, each one a doorway into a raging hell of flame. Blank-eyed monsters, fanged, listless, and maggot-ridden, slowly shoveled coal into the fires. Some of the creatures even walked about among the coals, arranging white-hot embers with their bare hands. Pipes arched across the ceiling, some dripping water, and others jetted lethal blasts of steam. Tubes shuddered with force as steam drove through them. Others hung still and caked with soot as little quasit-imps ran skittering in the gloom. Furious heat struck the party like a physical blow.

Shuddering machinery made a hellish racket. The Justicar leaned in to Henry, Enid, and Escalla, and bellowed at the top of his lungs, “Does anyone know how this thing works?”

Everyone looked at Escalla. The girl shrugged.

“I’m the world’s most deadly fashion statement! What do I know about machines?” The girl waved at the furnaces. “Look! There’s a process going on here! Stop the process, and you stop the machines!”

“All right.” Jus waved the others into the hellish room. “Keep away from the pipes! They look dangerous. Look for something we can break. Something important!”

The floor was covered in fallen scraps of coal. The Justicar salvaged a piece to feed to Cinders, then signaled the party to fan out. Enid and Henry flanked him. Escalla turned invisible and flitted about just ahead. Staggering and stumbling across a coal-littered floor, Polk hurried his short little legs to keep up. He pointed out the creatures servicing the furnaces and tried to swerve Jus’s attention.

“Look, son! Tanar’ri! Demons just itching to be slain!”

“They’re called manes, Polk. They’re like zombies, only dumber!” Jus pressed Cinders down atop his helmet as a steam blast hissed by. “They won’t even bother to look at us. They only do what they’re told.” The big ranger looked at the solid furnaces, the deadly pipes, looking for something that might cause Lolth to come and rage at her subordinates. “Benelux! Have you seen anything like this before? How does it work?”

I, sir, am a sword. Not a mechanic. Ever petulant, the sword shimmered in the Justicar’s hands. If it is information you want, I suggest you ask one of the bright red gentlemen over there.

Dimly seen in the smoke and flames, the far end of the hall rose to a platform atop a pair of steps. Here were forests of rods, wheels, and control levers, all overwatched by a trio of hideous serpentine monsters. The creatures were shaped like anacondas with human arms, but they seemed to be wreathed in living flame. Jus dived into cover. Enid and Henry flattened themselves behind a pile of coal. The group froze, but apparently they had not been seen. The serpent creatures snarled at one another and attended to their mechanisms, twisting wheels to bring a scream of steam from pipes up above.

Escalla found a fresh lump of coal for the ever-greedy Cinders.

“Jus, what are those snake-things?”

“No idea.” The Justicar squinted through the steam. “Salamanders?”

Salamander! Cinders spoke with his mouth full, coal crunching between big teeth. Dumb selfish bad! Steals coal. Chase hell hound. Kill human. Bad! The hell hound gave a little growl. No burn. Is made from fire. Cold kills him dead!

“Woo-hoo! Little Miss Frost Wand is having a good day!” Escalla patted her favorite weapon, then noisily worked its arming slide. “Hoopy! I’ll creep up, shoot them all with frost, and they’ll be dead before you can say ‘premeditated homicide’!”

She turned invisible again before there was any chance for discussion. Jus half rose out of cover, trying to bring the girl back to heel.

“Escalla! Escalla, be careful!”

“Hey! Trust me! I’m a faerie!”

She looked so hot it was a shame to be invisible all the time. Still … it had a delicious sneaky feeling to it! Invisible Escalla flitted gaily across the room, leaving footprints in the coal dust. Struggling to hoist herself up the control platform stairs, she stood in the middle of a scalding hot floor and grinned at her prey.

The salamanders towered four feet over her, with tails four times as long as she was tall—but none of it would help them. They were faerie fodder now! Escalla struck her sexiest, most aggressive pose and gave a raucous little cry.

“Eat frost, you disgusting serpentine weirdo!”

She triggered the wand. There was an asthmatic wheeze, followed by a flatulent sound. A tiny trickle of frost and ice gurgled out into the air and instantly disappeared. All three salamanders jerked their heads about, staring at Escalla with uncanny accuracy as she suddenly ran with sweat.

“Oh frot.”

A salamander lashed at her with its coils. Escalla tried to fly over the blow—forgot that she was grounded, and was caught by a blow of the red-hot scales. The tail-strike hurtled her between a mass of rods and levers, throwing switches and spinning dials as the faerie squawked and tried to battle free. From the coal heaps, crossbow bolts fired as Jus and Enid charged. A salamander took one look at the intruders, whirled and hauled on a lever, making a piercing whistle blast thunder through the air. An instant later, a crossbow bolt ricocheted from the creature’s skull, shattering a dial and making steam hiss into the air.

Escalla wormed madly through the levers, dodging from side to side as an enraged salamander stabbed at her with a spear. She sheltered behind a control bank. Mad with rage, the salamander jammed its weapon clean through the control panel, severing tubes and pulleys. Squeaking in fright, Escalla jerked back from the weapon, leveled her finger and blasted a lightning bolt right through her enemy. The salamander roared, shook itself, then caught Escalla in the grip of its red-hot coils. The faerie flashed up a heat shield spell, then struggled furiously in the salamander’s grip, unable to get free. The monster squeezed. Escalla cursed, worked her lich staff free, and hit the salamander on the tail. The staff detonated flesh and scales, blasting its way through the monster to leave the salamander thrashing mutilated on the floor. Escalla threw the coils off her, then dived aside as two more salamanders came at her in a rage.

“Jus! Jus, little help here!”

Charging the salamanders, the Justicar saw a flicker of motion as Enid galloped past a furnace door. A spear flashed for her flank. The Justicar bellowed a warning, and Enid dropped, the spear flying over her back instead of piercing her heart. A second spear came for the fallen sphinx, but Jus was already in its path. He hacked the weapon from the air then charged straight toward a salamander that stood inside the heart of a furnace. The creature snarled in triumph, falling back to make its enemy fight it inside the white heat of the coals. Instead, Jus slammed against the furnace and kicked the door shut, dropping the locking bar in place. A mane shambled over with a shovel full of coal, dumbly reaching for the door. Jus killed it with his sword, hacking it in two, then whirled to smack the head from another mane behind him. Inside the furnace, the salamander pounded on the door in rage, its fury wasted on half an inch of solid steel.

Jus whirled. At the control platform, Henry was locked blade to blade with a salamander. The creature lunged and Henry parried, then jammed his blade home in a thrust with all the power he could command. He twisted the sword in the wound, just as he had been taught by the Justicar. The salamander screamed and caught him tight in its coils. Henry abandoned his sword, ripped a crossbow quarrel from his belt, and stabbed the salamander in the throat. The creature fell back. Henry tore his sword out of the creature’s chest and felled it with a huge blow that clove it through the skull.

Escalla and Henry fell on the last salamander. The creature, backed into a corner, held them off with its spear. The Justicar ran forward, leaped over Escalla and smashed Benelux down on the monster. The salamander parried, but Benelux blasted down through its spear and into the salamander’s shoulder. Jus wrenched and twisted the blade, the salamander’s bones cracking as he viciously opened up the wound.

Coughing and screaming, the salamander fell, and Jus decapitated it with a single blow. He stooped and grabbed Escalla by the wings, jerking her back from harm just as a valve exploded in a lethal jet of steam.

“Escalla! Here!” Jus tossed healing potions to Escalla. “Pass them to whoever needs them, then break something. Anything that will stop the palace from moving!”

The whistle was still screaming. Jus marched past it and smashed it with his fist, buckling solid brass as if it were paper. The noise gurgled to a stop. He pointed Polk to a line of pipes and levers.

“Polk, destroy!”

“I’m on it, son! Anticipating ya! Thinking one step ahead already!” The badger charged past, almost losing his hat. “Son, I think that whistle was some kind of alarm!”

“No! You think?” Escalla raced past, throwing levers and twisting safety valves shut all over the control panels. “Polk, sabotage something! Hurry!”

A huge pipe ran overhead between the furnaces. As boilers overloaded, one by one their valves popped and steam thundered into the pipe. Escalla saw the writing on the huge brass tube and yelled out to the Justicar.

“Jus! That’s the safety vent! If we can close it, we might blow open some of this machinery!”

Instead of hunting for a control lever, the Justicar took a simpler route. At a dead run, Jus thundered through the engine room. Benelux shone a blinding white. Shambling manes tried to block Jus’s path as he ran, and he killed two of them without slowing stride. He gave a huge roar and smashed the flat of Benelux into the titanic pipe, and the whole room rang to the blacksmith crash of blade on steel. The pipe buckled, bent almost shut, and immediately the engine noise rose to a manic scream.

Steam exploded from the pipe, but the Justicar was already gone, diving and rolling away. A boiler wheezed, then suddenly swelled, rivets cracking like sling bullets as they popped and ricochet into the hall. Far behind Jus, Escalla took one look at the boiler and dived behind a pile of coal.

“She’s gonna blow! Get your arses down!”

The boiler exploded like a volcano, blasting steam and fragments of metal into the room. The blistering hot shrapnel severed surrounding pipes and splintered the engines. The mechanisms seized, screaming and breaking—more steam pipes burst, and others collapsed and fell from the ceiling in a crash. Jus, still gripping his magical white blade, hunched beneath Cinders as steam jetted through the room.

The entire hall was choked in an impenetrable cloud of fog. From beneath a chaotic mass of shattered pipes, the Justicar rose up, then ducked beneath a scalding blast. The engine room was a madhouse of destruction—engines screaming, metal shattering.

A figure suddenly formed in the steam—a shape slim, jet black, and magnificent. A tall, disdainful, and beautiful dark elf stepped through the clouds—a figure with eyes filled with dancing silver flames. When she spoke, it was with a dozen voices torn from the throats of her prey.

“Just as I thought. Two little rats—Escalla and the Justicar.”

Behind Lolth slithered Morag—pale and annoyed. Lolth unclipped her cloak of spider web and threw it back to her secretary.

“An infestation in the engine room. I so hate having to deal with little creatures.” Lolth clicked her fingers to her secretary and smiled. “Morag, kill the faerie. Make sure he sees her die.”

Jus leaped through fires, his hell hound wrapped around him and his sword a brilliant, blinding white. The sword should have smashed the goddess in two, but it met another force and blasted sparks through the steam. A blood red blade locked with Benelux, and Recca, emerging from a cloud of steam, screeched in rage and attacked in a mad, hate-filled blur. The Justicar fought hard and fast, parrying blows from the vampire blade as Recca drove him back and away.

Lolth watched them fight then gave a peal of droll, derisive laughter. She walked away into the steam without a worry in the world, heading for the Justicar’s friends.

“Enjoy yourself, little elf corpse! Sweet revenge! Sweet, sweet revenge!”

Blade to blade with Recca, the Justicar retreated back into the steam. Recca shifted, anticipating an attempt by Jus to aid his friends. Seeing the move, Jus swatted at his old master’s sword, then circled slowly through the steam.

The Justicar paced like a vast, angry bear, side to side, his sword now just out of engagement range. Recca matched him step for step. The Justicar spun Benelux, watching the cadaver of his old master, his old friend—his old enemy.

“You’re no zombie. You’re in there! Aren’t you, Recca?” The big man watched Recca carefully. “So this is all for revenge. You abandoned them to their deaths, and now you think they owe you for all that lost glory.” Benelux snapped up into attack position. “You never, ever abandon your people. Without love, there is no Justice.”

He attacked in a blinding arc. Recca spun and caught the blow—leaped, dived, twirled, and cut. The Justicar ploughed forward, blade smashing, lunging, crashing into bright red steel. He fought to win and win fast. Roaring, he smashed and hammered at his enemy, ripping fountains of green blood out of the monster’s withered hide.

Hiding beneath blinding clouds of steam, Escalla hugged the floor. She found Enid and Henry side by side, lying flat to look for the feet and shins of incoming enemies. Polk had disappeared, as had Jus. The din of steam, the clamor of machinery, and the screaming of enraged manes made speech almost impossible. Escalla scuttled over to Enid and Henry, bellowing into their ears.

“Find a spot to ambush Lolth. Over near the broken pipe!” The faerie slapped Enid on one haunch. “I’ll find Jus and bring him back!”

Enid yelled something that might have been an answer.

A mane lunged at her, and Henry killed it with one blow of his sword. He rose to a crouch and waved Enid into the din. Escalla paid them no more attention. She sped through the choking clouds, invisible and moving fast, looking for a pair of conspicuously booted feet. She finally saw a spatter of sparks in the steam—sparks flashing fast in a pattern she knew all too well.

Swords crashed together—one white, one red. Escalla pulled out her lich staff and pounded it in her fist like a cudgel. She charged straight toward the fight, happily determined to blow both of Recca’s kneecaps off.

A blade flicked at her, almost too fast to see. Escalla made a tumbling leap—a second and third blade missing her by the width of a gnat’s arse. An instant later, the blades were back, and the faerie hopped aside, saving herself through the brilliant luck that always attends pure genius. She flung herself backward in a handspring, leaped a random course through the steam, and heard blades clashing on the floor behind her.

Escalla landed on an intact pipe and climbed it in panic, looking frantically through the steam.

Morag coiled, wielding three curved swords in her hands, her tail lashing behind her. She cut at Escalla again, and the faerie dodged by, leaping onto Morag’s head. She clung to the tanar’ri’s hair in panic, unwilling to club the woman to death with her magic staff.

“Morag! What the frot are you doing?”

“Lolth must be obeyed!” The tanar’ri hovered between panic and fury. “She has my secret name! She must be obeyed!”

Morag’s tail grabbed Escalla.

The faerie turned into a slimy worm, wriggled away, and sprang like a javelin into the pipes above. She flashed back to her true form and shot her best web spell at the tanar’ri, plastering her to the floor. Morag instantly teleported away, leaving a blank spot sagging in the middle of the web.

Escalla ran like a weasel, fearing a reappearance of Morag from behind. She ran hard through the fog, running straight into Recca and smashing her lich staff into his shin. The leg exploded and the monster collapsed. The Justicar took off his foe’s arm as it fell. Recca planted his remaining foot against a piece of wreckage and shoved hard, shooting himself back into the steam. Escalla made to fire a spell, but Jus grabbed her and sped into the fog.

“Lolth’s here! She’s after the others!”

They ran.

Steam billowed all about them. Manes lurched and blundered with outstretched claws, but Jus never stopped. He charged toward faint sounds of combat. Exploding through the steam, his sword was already swinging as he reached Lolth. She ducked by bowing forward and pivoting on one leg. The other foot caught Jus in a savage kick that clanged against his stoneskin spell with enough force to shatter steel. Jus spun away from the impact, Benelux rebounding from a silver buckler on Lolth’s forearm. Lolth let the kick spin her around in a turn, then blocked a blow from Enid and hammered a vicious punch into the sphinx’s hide.

Enid was thrown back by the goddess’s titanic strength. Lolth gleefully blew on her fist and looked about the fog.

“Next!”

Escalla launched a spell at the floor beneath Lolth’s feet, turning solid metal to quicksand. Lolth turned a backflip and flew away from the danger zone, smiling quietly in amusement.

A rain of crossbow darts from Henry was blocked by one quick gesture of her hand. The darts clattered away in a splash and shower of sparks—and then the Justicar came at her from a cloud of steam. He bellowed his silence spell, snapping open a sphere of total quiet. Lolth was inside the sphere, unable to cast spells. She clapped her hands together in silence. Teleporting away and landing behind the Justicar, she raked him with a poisoned sword. The blow flashed against the stoneskin spell—and there was a blast of light as Escalla leaped onto Lolth and cracked the lich staff against the demon’s neck.

Jewelry flew in all directions—spiderweb cloth shattered, flesh tore. Lolth staggered aside, her scream of pain silent in the spell field. One furious sweep of her hand knocked Escalla aside, but the faerie broke her fall like a warrior monk and came up snarling, her lich staff already pulsing with power.

Wounded, Lolth sped free of her shattered necklace and teleported away. Enid rolled to her feet. Henry drew his sword and looked wildly through the murk—then the flash of a healing spell in the boiling clouds betrayed the goddess’s position.

Jus charged, Enid springing to her feet to follow. Henry and Escalla made to follow, and Escalla dived into the fallen mass of Lolth’s jewelry and began picking up the biggest, shiniest bits. Henry hesitated beside her and gave a panicked little cry.

“Escalla! Come on!”

“Wait!” The girl found what she wanted. “Ha! Here!”

Escalla grabbed jewels in one of her hands, then went dashing off to the fight.

Jus’s charge ended in a crash. The huge man ran at Lolth, and the spider queen threw back her long hair and laughed. She braced herself and punched empty air. Five yards away, Jus felt Benelux twist out of his hands.

Telekinesis!

The Justicar never faltered. He aimed a punch at Lolth, missed, then spun into a vicious kick. Her flesh was like teak, but still she fell sprawling. Snarling in rage, she punched empty air. Yards away, the Justicar staggered as savage blows hammered into his arms. He kept his guard up, wading forward like a boxer as the demon used her telekinesis to pound him to the ground. The stoneskin spell flashed, flared, and finally died. Lolth punched with vicious fury, and still the Justicar fended the blows. She gave a savage flurry of punches, then one huge upward shove. Jus deflected it with a boxer’s dip and roll. He spun, kicked, twirled, and punched, smashing a steam pipe in two. The steam shot at Lolth’s eyes.

The spider queen leaped away, landed beside Benelux, and ducked as Henry and Enid both attacked. Henry cut with his sword, the blow slicing empty air as Lolth swayed, turned, and kicked. Henry flew backward, and Enid struck with her claws. Lolth snarled—still in the field of Jus’s silence spell—whirled, and broke Enid’s forepaw with one blow of her hand. The sphinx reared in pain. Lolth drew a short sword, aimed a blow—and then an enraged badger suddenly had her backside in its jaws. The spider queen screamed in outrage, trying to dislodge Polk from her rear.

Enid limped back, shook her head clear, then lumbered back into the fray. Polk was thrown clear and smashed to the ground—dazed, injured, and coughing blood.

Arriving at the melee, Escalla hesitated, looked for her chance to attack, then saw Morag emerging from the steam. The tanar’ri was about to slaughter Henry from behind. Escalla gave a piercing whistle and waved Lolth’s gems over her head.

“Morag! It was written on her jewels! Your name was on her jewels!” The faerie threw a stone to the six-armed tanar’ri. “Here, you’re free! Now come and help!”

Morag caught the jewel, took on a look of dawning joy—and simply teleported away. Escalla stared at the empty space in absolute outrage.

“Bitch!”

Henry spared a despairing glance over his shoulder. “She’s evil! What did you expect?”

Escalla waved another pair of gems in the air and bellowed at the roof. “Yeah—but Lolth kept all her records in triplicate!”

Jus went for his fallen sword.

Lolth saw the man dive, threw up her hand, and Benelux sped off into the steam with a telekinetic shove. As the demon queen watched the sword, Enid leaped. The sphinx was caught mid-jump by a telekinetic punch on her wounded leg. She landed in a tumbling heap, crashing to the ground in an agonized daze.

Escalla fired a spell at Lolth, but the magic simply died away. The distraction let Henry swipe at Lolth with his sword. The demon queen caught his blade with her buckler, smashed it from his grip, and felled the boy with a punch from her silver shield.

Lolth laughed. Wiping her eye in malicious joy, she spread her arms wide. Her form flashed and changed, swelling as she changed shape. Legs erupted from her sides, her black body bulged obscenely, her remaining gems changing shape to cling to her new form. Lolth turned into a vast, vile spider ten feet high. Huge poisoned fangs arched above the floor. Escalla ran at her with her staff and slammed it against Lolth’s foot, only to discover that the staff had run out of magic. Swatting Escalla aside, the spider reared and turned its attentions to the Justicar.

Still radiating a spell of silence, Jus stood without a weapon in his hands, already measuring his next attack. Escalla sprinted behind Lolth, heading for her blind side. Polk coughed weakly, Henry lay unconscious, and Enid dazedly tried to stand.

The Justicar moved to drag Lolth’s attention away from the fallen. He ran at the giant spider. With a cunning squint behind her, Lolth surged backward and squirted a cloud of web out of her spinnerets just as Escalla charged into the attack. Escalla was hit dead center by the webbing and flung ten yards away, slamming hard against a steam pipe that scalded and burned. The faerie girl wrenched at the webs helplessly.

The Justicar grabbed Lolth’s monstrous fangs and heaved, his huge strength enough to start tearing the spider apart. The goddess threw herself from side to side in a rage, and Cinders flew free to slither over the floor. An instant later, Jus staggered as Lolth teleported away, leaving him holding empty air.

The titanic spider appeared on the ceiling ten feet overhead. Jus’s silence spell was shattered as Lolth dispelled it from afar, her voice finally free to cast magic of her own. Shrieking with laughter, Lolth cast another spell, and instantly a dozen spiders the size of wolves blinked into existence all about the room.

Steam slowly cleared as the pipes ran dry of water and the furnaces burned down. Lolth clung to the ceiling, rocking with mirth. Her spiders closed in from all sides.

As Escalla changed shape and escaped the webs, Recca limped forward, his severed limbs oozing green blood and regrowing right before their eyes. Only his borrowed hand and foot did not regrow. They stayed as always—pale flesh torn from another creature. Escalla returned to faerie form, her eyes flicking from Lolth to Jus to Recca as a dozen huge spiders tightened their cordon.

Lolth was clearly having the time of her life.

“Little playmates! I so love having little playmates!” The spider rubbed her forelegs together, looking at the adventurers through all eight gleeful eyes. “What’s next?”

Recca stood beside Benelux, looking down at the blade. Enid crawled away from him, dazed and shaking her head. The Justicar rose beneath Lolth and cast a proud, grim look toward his old master.

“Recca! You crave the honor that you lost? You want glory? Then fight! If you want to be remembered as a hero, kill the demon queen!” The big ranger held out one hand to the undead monster. “Stand with me! The way it should have been.”

Recca looked down at Benelux, then at the Justicar. He took a pace forward, thoughtfully tapped his chin … then Recca ran Enid through.

He did it slowly, with precision, jamming his blood red blade through her hide behind her foreleg and straight into her heart. Enid wailed. Escalla gave a despairing cry and fired a spell that smashed Recca from his feet, but his blade stayed buried in the sphinx, glowing horribly as it filled with Enid’s lifeblood.

Roaring, the Justicar flung himself at Enid, launching into a desperate attempt to rip out the deadly sword. It was the move Lolth was waiting for. She dropped from the ceiling, turning like a cat. She slammed to the ground behind the Justicar, and both her fangs blasted through his back, the points jutting through the front of his chest. Poison squirted out onto the floor, and Jus coughed, holding the fang points in his hands.

Escalla shrieked, her whole body chill. Lolth reared over the Justicar. Henry and Polk lay bleeding as a pack of spiders sprang at them in a wave of death. Enid coughed a shower of blood, and Escalla saw the life leave her eyes. Lolth pulled her fangs free of the Justicar and laughed as he fell to the ground. She whirled to face the little faerie, who stood alone, naked but for the slowglass gem hanging at her neck.

Escalla ripped the gem free. She hurled it at the goddess and fired off a spell. It was a tiny spell—one of the first she ever learned. A stream of magic missiles shaped like little golden bees. Lolth laughed to be attacked by such pathetic magic—but the bees struck, smashed, splintered—

And atomized the slowglass gem into a thousand shards.

There was a pulse of magic. A sphere of force shot outward from the gem. The sphere caught Lolth and the Justicar, flashing out fast, then expanding with a dream-like slowness. Inside the globe, all time stopped. Gem shards hung in midair—poison hovered where it dripped from spider fangs.

The sphere continued to expand. Escalla raced forward, grabbed Polk, and tore the portable hole from his belt. She worked feverishly fast. The globe enfolded Recca, Henry—Polk’s head, then his body. The spiders pouncing at Henry and Polk all simply hung frozen in midair.

Escalla wept as she ran, shaking, numb, and blank.

She backed away as the sphere slowed its rate of expansion. It ground to a halt and shimmered—freezing the death and destruction of everything the faerie loved. She cried lost, hopeless tears. The girl bit one hand, trying to make the pain focus her. She had thirty minutes—no more. The time sphere would fade, Lolth would be free, and everyone would die. Escalla backed away, her mind racing in mad panic as she tried to form a plan.

Ouch.

The hell hound’s voice rang in Escalla’s head. She whirled, and there lay Cinders, upside down and crumpled. Escalla sped over to him, her hands shaking as she untangled her friend.

“Cinders!”

Cinders fall down. Spider lady tough. Cinders seemed a little dazed. Cinders want faerie make plan now—kick spider butt! No cry.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s right.” Escalla wiped her face. She ran a thousand thoughts through her mind at once. “I’m the faerie. The faerie always has a plan!”

Morag had led them right so far. But there was something else … something at the edge of Escalla’s memory. Words spoken in a rhyme …

“Wash away sin … wash away sin!”

Moving fast, Escalla grabbed one of Lolth’s gems and waved it above her head, bellowing into empty air.

“Morag! I’ll use it! I swear! Come here … now!”

There was a flash. Morag appeared—resentful, fearful, and with a panicked eye at Lolth frozen in time nearby.

“What? What do you want?”

“Help.” Escalla pushed Cinders into the portable hole. “Teleport me! Now!”

The tanar’ri blinked in astonishment.

“Where?”

“You know where! Now go!”

Escalla grabbed the portable hole, leaped astride Morag’s back, and the demon teleported them both away.