The Legend of Drizzt

R . A . S A L V A T O R E“No,” said Sinnafein, off to the side, and she, too, moved overto join the impromptu meeting. “Lorgru is not like Hartusk orthe other war chiefs. He is the son of Obould, and traces hisbloodline to the first Obould. He believes in that vision.”“Then he shouldn’t’ve let his dogs come huntin’,” was all thatBruenor would say. “King Harnoth wants to push into the mountains to huntdown the orcs,” Catti-brie explained to Drizzt, the two off tothe side and watching the small gathering. “Bruenor won’t lethim, and Emerus and Connerad back Bruenor. Harnoth maystill go. He is outraged about the death of his brother and willnever rest easy knowing the orcs are so close.”Drizzt spent a long while staring at her, measuring her toneand the tenseness within her strong frame. “You agree withHarnoth,” he said.Catti-brie matched his stare but didn’t respond.“Because of the goddess,” Drizzt reasoned. “You think itour . . . your duty to hunt down and kill the orcs, one and all.”“We did not start this war.”“But we ended it,” Drizzt replied. “Lorgru won’t come back.”“What of his son?” Catti-brie asked. “Or his grandson?Or the next warlord who usurps the throne with visions ofglory in his eyes?”“Do you mean to kill every orc in all the world?”Catti-brie just stared at him again, and Drizzt knew then thathe and his wife would spend many hours on this topic in thecoming days and months. Many unpleasant hours.Drizzt turned back to the dwarves and nodded at Bruenor.“Do you think he’s told them yet?”Even as he asked the question, King Harnoth cried outin dismay.“He has now,” Catti-brie dryly replied.34