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simple door to a room beyond. Or perhaps, Alton dared to imagine in those few desperate seconds, this was some interplanar gate that would bring him into a strange and unknown plane of existence!
    He felt the tingling excitement of adventure pulling him on as he neared the wondrous thing—then he felt only the impact, the shattering glass, and the unyielding stone wall behind it.
    Perhaps it was just a mirror.

    “Look at his eyes,” Vierna whispered to Maya as they examined the newest member of House Do’Urden.
    Truly the babe’s eyes were remarkable. Though the child had been out of the womb for less than an hour, the pupils of his orbs darted back and forth inquisitively. While they showed the expected radiating glow of eyes seeing into the infrared spectrum, the familiar redness was tinted by a shade of blue, giving them a violet hue.
    “Blind?” wondered Maya. “Perhaps this one will be given to the Spider Queen still.”
    Briza looked back to them anxiously. Dark elves did not allow children showing any physical deficiency to live.
    “Not blind,” replied Vierna, passing her hand over the child and casting an angry glare at both of her eager sisters. “He follows my fingers”
    Maya saw that Vierna spoke the truth. She leaned closer to the babe, studying his face and strange eyes. “What do you see, Drizzt Do’Urden?” she asked softly, not in an act of gentleness toward the babe, but so that she would not disturb her mother, resting in the chair at the head of the spider idol.
    “What do you see that the rest of us cannot?”

    Glass crunched under Alton, digging deeper wounds as he shifted his weight in an effort to rise to his feet. What would it matter? he thought. “My mirror!” he heard the Faceless One groan, and he looked up to see the outraged master towering over him.
    How huge he seemed to Alton! How great and powerful, fully blocking the candlelight from this little alcove between the cabinets, his form enhanced tenfold to the eyes of the helpless victim by the mere implications of his presence.
    Alton then felt a gooey substance floating down around him, detached webbing finding a sticky hold on the cabinets, on the wall, and on Alton. The young DeVir tried to leap up and roll away, but the Faceless One’s spell already held him fast, trapped him as a dirgit fly would be trapped in the strands of a spider’s home.
    “First my door,” the Faceless One growled at him, “and now this, my mirror! Do you know the pains I suffered to acquire such a rare device?”
    Alton turned his head from side to side, not in answer, but to free at least his face from the binding substance.
    “Why did you not just stand still and let the deed be finished cleanly?” the Faceless One roared, thoroughly disgusted.
    “Why?” Alton lisped, spitting some of the webbing from his thin lips. “Why would you want to kill me?”
    “Because you broke my mirror!” the Faceless One shot back.
    It didn’t make any sense, of course—the mirror had only been shattered after the initial attack—but to the master, Alton supposed, it didn’t have to make sense. Alton knew his cause to be hopeless, but he continued on in his efforts to dissuade his opponent.
    “You know of my house, of House DeVir,” he said, indignant, “fourth in the city. Matron Ginafae will not be pleased. A high priestess has ways to learn the truth of such situations!”
    “House DeVir?” The Faceless One laughed. Perhaps the torments that Dinin Do’Urden had requested would be in line after all. Alton had broken his mirror!
    “Fourth house!” Alton spat.
    “Foolish youth,” the Faceless One cackled. “House DeVir is no more—not fourth, not fifty-fourth, nothing.”
    Alton slumped, though the webbing did its best to hold his body erect. What could the master be babbling about?
    “They all are dead,” the Faceless One taunted. “Matron Ginafae sees Lolth more clearly this day.” Alton’s expression of horror pleased the