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Drizzt Do’Urden sat in his private chaar does, were not flashes of the alcove wherein Wulfgar had been buried Drizzt re, often reckless, he had shared beside the towering ar in that same corner of his heart where he had tucked the memories of Zaknafein, his father He could not deny his sadness at Wulfgar’s loss, didn’t want to deny it, but thebarbarian could counter that sadness, bring a bittersweet smile to Drizzt Do’Urden’s calm face He knew that Catti-brie, too, would co and filled with a lust for adventure, however dangerous, as great as that of Drizzt and of Wulfgar Catti-brie would learn to s with the tears

Drizzt’s only fear was for Bruenor The dwarf king was not so young, not so ready to look ahead to as yet to coedies in his long and hardy life, and, generally speaking, it was the way of the stoic dwarves to accept death as a natural passing Drizzt had to trust that Bruenor was strong enough to continue

It wasn’t until Drizzt focused on Regis that he considered the s that had occurred Entreri, the evil one How many in the four corners of Faerun would rejoice at that news?

And House Do’Urden, Drizzt’s tie to the dark world of his kin, was no rasp of Menzoberranzan? Could he, and Bruenor and Catti-brie and all the others of Mithril Hall, rest easier now that the drow threat had been eliminated?

Drizzt wished he could be sure By all accounts of the battle in which Wulfgar was killed, a yochlol, a handmaiden of Lloth, had appeared If the raid to capture him had been inspired siht so powerful a ht did not sit ith Drizzt, and as he sat there in his rooht, at long last, finally know his peace with that city he had left behind

"The emissaries fro the dwarf’s private chambers without even the courtesy of a knock

"I’ruffly

Catti-brie rabbed him by his broad shoulder, and forced him to turn and look her in the eye What passed between the that if they did not go on with their lives, did not forge ahead, then Wulfgar’s death was all the more pointless

What loss is death if life is not to be lived?

Bruenor grabbed his daughter around her slender waist and pulled her close in as crushing a hug as the dwarf had ever given Catti-brie squeezed hi from her deep blue eyes So, too, did a sh Bruenor’s shoulders bobbed with unabashed sobs, she felt sure he soon would coh, Bruenor re of Mithril Hall, and, for all the adventures, joys, and sorrows Catti-brie had known, she had just passed her twentieth year

There still was much to be done