The Legend of Drizzt

R . A . S A L V A T O R E“You have chosen love,” the woman reminded. “Perhaps she . . .”“I do not think Wulfgar would want her to come,” Regisexplained. “He’s . . . different now. I don’t believe he desiresa family—he already had one, in his previous life. Children,grandchildren, great-grandchildren—he knew them all. Heoutlived many of them. He had already mentioned to me thathis biggest regret in the road I have chosen is that he’ll not travelwith you back through Longsaddle.”“Penelope Harpell,” Catti-brie said with a laugh.Regis shrugged. “Our secret?”“One we have to share soon with Drizzt and Bruenor, thatwe can all properly prepare to say good-bye.”The halfling nodded and turned his focus once more on theroad ahead. He had to do that, Catti-brie knew, to make sureshe didn’t see the tears that were welling in his eyes. Later that day, the great marching force split, with the elvesturning east to the River Surbrin, where their boats waited toferry them and the thousands from Citadel Adbar across tothe Glimmerwood.King Emerus and his charges of Citadel Felbarr could havegone that way as well, but he opted to march farther south, tothe Surbrin Bridge, beside his friend Bruenor so they couldfurther discuss this great adventure that awaited the dwarves inthe most ancient Delzoun home of all.That very night, Catti-brie and Regis found Bruenor, Wulfgar,and Drizzt alone by a fire. They took their seats beside theirfriends, with food and drink all about.“Call in Guenhwyvar,” Regis bade Drizzt.The drow looked at him curiously, for it seemed astrange request.“Ain’t none in the world to attack the army about us,”Bruenor said.42