文档介绍：. Salvatore
Starless Night
The Legacy of the Drow
Book 2
PROLOGUE
Drizzt ran his fingers over the intricate carvings of the panther statuette, its black onyx perfectly smooth and
unmarred even in the ridged areas of the muscled neck. So much like Guenhwyvar, it looked a perfect
representation. How could Drizzt bear to part with it now, fully convinced that he would never see the great
panther again?
“Farewell, Guenhwyvar, ” the drow ranger whispered, his expression sorrowful, almost pitiful, as he stared at
the figurine. “I cannot in good conscience take you with me on this journey, for I would fear your fate more
than my own.” His sigh was one of sincere resignation. He and his friends had fought long and hard, and at
great sacrifice, to get to this point of peace, yet Drizzt e to know that it was a false victory. He
wanted to deny it, to put Guenhwyvar back in his pouch and go blindly on, hoping for the best. Drizzt sighed
away the momentary weakness and handed the figurine over to Regis, the halfling.
Regis stared up at Drizzt in disbelief for a long, silent while shocked by what the drow had told him and had
demanded of him.
“Five weeks, ” Drizzt reminded him.
The halfling’s cherubic, boyish features crinkled. If Drizzt did not return in five weeks, Regis was to give
Guenhwyvar to Catti-brie and tell both her and King Bruenor the truth of Drizzt’s departure.
From the drow’s dark and somber tones, Regis understood that Drizzt did not expect to return.
On sudden inspiration, the halfling dropped the figurine to his bed and fumbled with a chain about his neck,
its clasp caught in the long, curly locks of his brown hair. He finally got the thing undone and produced a
pendant, dangling a large and magical ruby.
Now Drizzt was shocked. He knew the value of Regis’s gemstone and the halfling’s craven love of the thing.
To say that Regis was acting out of character would be an incredible understatement.