Her eyes rose to meet his at the last of what he said. The flash of anger faded and she nodded. 'Very well. Perhaps I have kept it to myself too long. Perhaps it would be a relief to tell someone... a friend. Perhaps you will not want my help, after you hear. If you still do, I expect you to tell me all that has happened.' She thrust a finger in his direction. 'All.'
Zedd gave her a small smile of encouragement. 'Of course.'
She limped to her chair. Just as she sat down, the largest skull on the shelves suddenly thudded to the floor. Both stared at it. Zedd walked over and picked it up in both hands. His thin fingers stroked tapered, curved fangs as long as his hand. The skull was flat on the bottom; it shouldn't have been able to roll off the shelf. He replaced it solidly as Adie watched.
'It seems,' she said in her rasp, 'that the bones want to be on the floor lately. They keep falling down.'
Zedd returned to his chair after a final frown to the skull. 'Tell me about the bones, why you have them, what you do with them; everything. Start at the beginning.'
'Everything.' She folded her arms across her lap, briefly looking as if she wanted to run for the door. 'It be a painful story to tell.'
'Not a word of it will ever touch my lips, Adie.'
CHAPTER 22
Adie drew a long breath. 'I be born in the town of Choora, in the land of Nicobarese. My mother did not have the gift of sorcery. She be a skip, as it be called. My grandmother Lindel be the one before me to have it. My mother be grateful to the good spirits she be a skip, but bitter at them that I be gifted.
'In Nicobarese, those with the gift be loathed and distrusted. It be thought the gift be allied to the flows of power not only from the Creator, but also from the Keeper. Even ones using the gift for good be suspected of being a baneling. You know of the banelings, yes?'
Zedd tore off a piece of bread. 'Yes. Ones turned to the Keeper. Sworn to him. They hide in the light, as well as the shadows, serving his wishes, working to his ends. They can be anyone. Some work for good for years, hiding, waiting to be called. But when they are called, they do the Keeper's bidding.
They are also called by different names, but they' are all agents of the Keeper. Some books call them that: agents. Some are important people, like Darken Rahl, used for important tasks. Some are everyday people, used for dirty little deeds. Those with the gift, like Darken Rahl, are the most difficult for the Keeper to turn. Those without it are easier, but even they are rare.'
Adie's eyes widened. 'Darken Rahl be a baneling?'
Zedd lifted an eyebrow as he nodded. 'Admitted it to me himself. He said he was an agent, but it's the same thing, whatever the word, and I've heard any number. They all serve the Keeper.'
'This be dangerous news.'
Zedd sopped up some stew with the piece of bread. 'I bring very little of any other kind. You were saying about your grandmother Lindel?'
'In the time of Grandmother Lmdel's youth, sorceresses be put to death for anything that fate brought: sickness, accidents, still births. Put to death, wrongly, for being banelings. Some of the gifted fought back at being wrongly persecuted. They fought well. It deepened the hatred, and only served to confirm the fears of many of the Nicobarese people.
'At last, there was a truce. Nicobarese leaders agreed to let the gifted women be, if they would give a soul oath, as a way of proving they not be banelings, an oath not to use their power unless permission be granted by a governing body, the king's circle of their town, for instance. It be an oath to the people. An oath not to use the gift and bring the Keeper's notice.'
Zedd swallowed a mouthful of stew. 'Why would people think sorceresses were banelings?'
'Because it be easier to blame a woman for their troubles than to admit the truth, and more satisfying to accuse than to curse the unknown. Those with the gift use power that can help people, but it can also be used to harm them. Because it can be used to harm, it be believed the power must be given, at least in part, by the Keeper.'
'Superstitious nonsense,' he growled.
'As you well know, superstition needs no grounding in truth, but once rooted, it grows a strong though twisted tree.'
He grunted his assent. 'So no sorceress used her power?'
Adie shook her head. 'No. Unless it be for some common good, and they went before the king's circle of their town first and asked permission. Every sorceress went before the circle of their town or district and swore an oath to the people, an oath on her soul, to abide by the wishes of the people. Swore a solemn oath not to use her power on or for another unless asked to do so by the agreement of the circle.'
Zedd put his spoon down in disgust. 'But they had the gift. How could they not use it?'
'They used it, but only in private. Never where anyone could see, and never on another.'
Zedd leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in silent wonder at the Wizard's First Rule, at the things people would believe, while Adie went on.
'Grandmother Lindel be a stern old woman who lived by herself. She never wanted anything to do with teaching me about using the gift. She told me only to let it be. And my mother, of course, could teach me nothing. So I learned on my own as I grew, as the gift grew, but I knew very well the wickedness of using it. I be lectured on that almost every day. To use the gift in a manner not permitted was made to seem like touching the taint of the Keeper himself, and I believed it so. I feared greatly going against what I be taught. I be a fruit of the tree of that superstition.
'One day, when I be eight or nine, I be in the town square with my mother and father, on market day, and across the square, a building caught fire. There be a girl, about my age, on the second floor, trapped by the flames. She screamed for help. No one could reach her because the fire be all through the first floor. Her screams of terror burned every nerve in me. I started to cry. I wanted to help. I could not stand the screams.' Adie folded her hands in her lap and looked down at the table. 'I made the fire to go out. The girl be saved.'
Zedd watched her placid expression as she stared at the table. 'I don't suppose anyone, except the girl and her parents, were happy?'
Adie shook her head. 'Everyone knew I had the gift. They knew it be me who had done it. My mother stood and cried. My father just stood looking the other way. He would not look at me, at an agent of the Keeper's evil.
'Someone went for Grandmother Lindel; she was respected because of how she stood by the oath. When Grandmother Lindel came, she took me and the girl before the men of the king's circle. Grandmother Lindel switched the girl who I saved. She bawled a good long time.'
Zedd was incredulous. 'She beat the girl! Why?'
'For letting the Keeper use her to bring forth the use of the gift.' Adie sighed. The girl and I had known each other, had been friends, of a sort. She never spoke to me again.'
Adie hugged her arms across her stomach. 'And then Grandmother Lindel stripped me naked in front of those men, and switched me until I was covered with welts and blood. I screamed more than the girl had in the fire. Then she marched me, naked and bloody, through the town, to her house. The humiliation be worse than the beating.
'When we got to her house, I asked how she could be so of hers still on her face. And then she said, "Though you be wild of spirit, child, you have worked to tame it. The people have asked for your oath, and you have given it. May I not live to see you break it. You owe no debt beyond that. I will take care of the circle and see to Mathrin Galliene. You will wed Pell." I wept into the hem of her dress.'
Adie was silent, staring into the fire, lost in the memories. Zedd lifted an eyebrow. 'Well, did you wed your love?'
'Yes,' she whispered in her soft rasp. She took the spoon off its hook and stirred the stew while Zedd watched her. At last, she hung it back at its place. 'For three months, I thought life be beyond bliss.'
Her mouth worked soundlessly as she stared into nothingness. Zedd put an arm around her shoulder and gently led her back to the table. 'Sit, Adie. Let me bring you a cup of tea.'
She was still sitting, her hands folded together on the table, staring off, when he returned with the steaming cups. He placed one in her thin hands as he sat opposite her. He didn't press her to go on before she was ready.
At last, she did. 'One day, the day of my birth and nineteen years, Pell and I had taken a walk in the country. I be with child.' She lifted the cup in both hands and took a sip. 'We spent the day walking past farms, thinking of names for our child, holding hands, and... well, you know the foolishness of love at that age.
'On our way back, we had to walk past the Choora mill, just outside of town. I thought it strange no one be there. Someone always be at the mill.' Adie closed her eyes for a moment and then took another sip of tea. 'As it turned out, there be people there. The Blood of the Fold. They be waiting for us.'
Zedd knew of them. In the larger cities of Nicobarese, the Blood of the Fold were an organized corps of men who hunted banelings; rooted out evil, as they saw it. In other lands, there were men like them, who went by other names, but they were the same. None were especially picky about proof. A corpse was the only proof they need show of their job well done. If they said the body was that of a baneling, then it was. In the smaller towns, the Blood were usually selfappointed toughs and thugs. The Blood of the Fold were widely feared. With good reason.
'They took us...' Her voice broke, but only that once.... 'into separate rooms in the bottom of the mill. It be dark, and smelled of the damp stone walls and grain dust. I did not know what be done to Pell. I be almost too terrified to breathe.
'Mathrin Galliene said Pell and I be banelings. He said I would not wed as I should have because I wished to bring the Keeper's notice to Choora. There be a sickness, a fever, in the country that summer, and it brought death to many a family. Mathrin Galliene said Pell and I brought the sickness. I denied it be so, and spoke the oath to show proof.' Adie turned the cup in her fingers as she stared at it.
Zedd touched her hand. 'Drink, Adie. It will help you.' He had put a pinch of cloud leaf into her tea, to help relax her.
She took a long swallow. 'Mathrin Galliene said Pell and I be banelings, and the graveyard be full of the proof of that. He said he wanted only for Pell and I to tell the truth, to confess. The other men of the Blood be growling like hounds around a rabbit, ready to tear us apart. I be terrified for Pell.
As they beat me, I knew they would be doing worse to him, to make him name me a baneling. Nothing be better for the Blood than to have someone name a loved one as a baneling. They would not listen when I denied it.' She looked up into his eyes. 'They would not listen.'
'Anything you said,' Zedd offered quietly, 'would have made no difference, Adie. It wouldn't have mattered. When you are in a leghold trap, reasoning with the steel does no good.'
She nodded. 'I know.' Her face was a calm mask over a thunderhead. 'I could have stopped it, had I used the gift, but it be against everything I be taught, believed. It be as if using the gift would prove to myself that what the men said be true. I felt it would have been blasphemy against the Creator. I be as helpless while the men beat me as if I did not have the gift.'
She drained the tea from her cup. 'Even as I screamed, I could hear Pell's screams echoing from another room.'
Zedd went to the fire and brought the pot back, filling her cup again. 'It wasn't your fault, Adie. Don't blame yourself.'
She flicked a glance up at him as he poured himself another cup. They wanted me to name Pell as a baneling. I told them I would not, that they could kill me, but they could not make me say that it be so.
'Mathrin bent close to me, put his face close to mine. In my head, I can still see his smile. He said, "I believe you, girl. But it doesn't matter, because it not be you we want to name the baneling. It be Pell we want to speak the name of the baneling. It be you we want Pell to name. You be the bane-ling."
Then the men held me down. Mathrin tried to pour something down my throat. It burned my mouth. He held my nose. It be swallow or drown. I wished to drown, but I swallowed without wanting to. It burned my throat like swallowing fire. I could not speak. I could not make a sound. I could not even scream. No sound be there. Only burning pain. More pain than I had ever known.' She took a sip of tea, as if to soothe her throat.
Then the men took me in the room with Pell and tied me to a chair in front of him. Mathrin held me by my hair so I could not move. It broke my heart to see what they had done to my Pell. His face be white as snow. They had cut off most of his fingers, one knuckle at a time.' Her own fingers tightened around her cup as she stared into the vision.
'Mathrin told Pell that I had confessed that Pell be a baneling. Pell's eyes be big, looking at me. I tried to scream that it not be true, but no sound came. I tried to shake my head that it not be true, but Mathrin held me so I could not.
'Pell told them he did not believe them. They cut off another finger. They told him they only do it because I named him. Only do it on my word. Pell kept his eyes on me as he shook, and kept telling them he did not believe them. They told Pell I had told them I wished him to be killed because he be a baneling. Still Pell said he did not believe them. He said he loved me.
Then he told Pell I had named him a baneling, and that if it not be so, I could deny it and they would let us both go free. He told Pell that I had promised I would not deny it because he be a baneling, and I wanted him to die for it. Pell screamed for me to tell them. Screamed for me to deny it. He screamed my name, screamed for me to say something.
'I tried, but I could say nothing. My throat be fire. My voice did not work. Mathrin held me by my hair; I could not move. Pell's eyes be big as he stared at me. As I sat silent.
Then Pell spoke to me. "How could you do that to me, Adie? How could you name me a baneling?" Then he cried.
'Mathrin asked him to name me a baneling. He said that if he did, they would believe him over me, because I had the gift, and he would be freed. Pell whispered, "I will not say that of her to save my life. Even though she has betrayed me." Those words broke my heart.'
As she stared off at nothing, Zedd noticed a candle on the counter behind her melt into a puddle. He could feel the waves of power radiating from her. He realized he was holding his breath. He eased it out.
'Mathrin cut Pell's throat,' she said simply. 'He severed Pell's head and held it before me. He said he wanted me to see what following the Keeper had brought on Pell. He said it be the last thing he wanted me to ever see. The men held my head back and pulled my eyes open. Mathrin poured the burning liquid in them.
'I be blinded.
'In that moment, something happened inside me. My Pell was gone, he died thinking I had betrayed him, my life was about to end. I suddenly realized how it be my own fault, for holding to an oath. The life of my love, for an ignorant oath, for a foolish superstition. Nothing mattered anymore; everything be gone to me.
'I turned the gift loose, turned the rage loose. I broke my oath not to use the gift to harm another. I could not see, but I could hear; I could hear their blood hit the stone walls. I struck out wildly. I shredded every living thing in that room, be it man or mouse. I could not see, so I simply struck at any life I could feel. I could not tell if any had escaped. In a way, I be glad to be blind, or seeing what I be doing, I might have stopped before I finished.
'When all be still, dead, I felt my way around the room, counting the bodies. One be missing.
'I crawled to my grandmother Lindel's. How I made my way, I cannot imagine, except to think the gift guided me. When she saw me, she be furious. She pulled me to my feet and demanded to know if I had broken my oath.'
Zedd leaned forward. 'But you couldn't speak. How did you answer?'
Adie smiled a small, cold smile. 'I picked her up by the throat, with the power of the gift, and slammed her against the wall. I walked up to her and nodded my head. I squeezed her throat in anger. She fought me. She fought me with all her power. But I be stronger, much stronger. I never knew until that moment that the gift be different in different people. She be as helpless as a stick doll.
'But I could not hurt her, as much as I wished to for her asking that question before any other. I released her and sagged to the floor; I could stand no longer. She came to me and began tending to my wounds. She told me I had done wrong, by breaking my oath, but that what was done to me was a more grievous wrong.
'I never feared Grandmother Lindel again. Not because she be helping me, but because I had broken the oath, I be beyond the laws I had been taught, and because I knew I was stronger than she. From that day on, she be afraid of me. I think she helped me because she wanted me well, so I could leave.
'A few days later, Grandmother Lindel came home to tell me that she had been called before the king's circle and questioned. She said all the men at the mill, all the Blood of the Fold, be dead, except Mathrin. He had escaped. She told the circle she had not seen me. They believed her, or said they did because they did not want to confront her and additionally a sorceress who had killed that many men in such a shocking manner, so they let her go about her business.'
Some of the tension seemed to ease from her shoulders. She studied the teacup a moment and then took another sip. She held the cup out for him to warm. Zedd poured a little more. He idly wished he had put some of the powdered cloud leaf in his own tea. He didn't think that was the end of the story.
'I lost my child,' Adie said in a soft rasp.
Zedd looked up. 'I'm sorry, Adie.'
She looked up to meet his eyes. 'I know.' She took one of his hands in both hers after he set down the kettle. 'I know.' She took her hands back. 'My throat healed.' She touched her fingers lightly to her neck, then knitted them together. 'But it left me with a voice like dragging iron over rock.'
He smiled at her. 'I like your voice. Iron fits the rest of you.'
The ghost of a smile passed across her face. 'My eyes, though, did not grow better. I be blind. Grandmother Lindel not be as strong as me, but she be old, and had seen many a trick with the gift. She taught me to see without my eyes. She taught me to see with the gift. It not be the same as eyes, but in some ways, it be better. In some ways, I see more.
'After I be healed, Grandmother Lindel wanted me to leave. She not be fond of living with one who had broken the oath, even though I be of her blood. She feared I would bring trouble. Whether from the Keeper, for breaking my oath, or from the Blood of the Fold, she did not know, but she feared trouble would come because of me.'
Zedd leaned back in his chair, stretching his tense muscles a bit. 'And did trouble come?'
'Oh, yes,' Adie hissed, raising her eyebrows as she leaned forward. 'Trouble came. Mathrin Galliene brought them: twenty Blood of the Fold. Ones paid by the Crown. Professionals. Battle-hard men; big men, grim-faced, savage men, all pretty on horseback in neat ranks with swords, shields, and banners, every spear held just so, at the same angle. All pretty in their chain mail and polished breastplates shining with the embossed crest of the Crown, and all wearing helmets with red plumes that flicked as they rode. Every horse white.
'I stood on the porch and watched with the eyes of the gift as they spread rank before me with perfect precision, like they be performing for the king himself. Every horse put every foot the same, stopping in a line at the lifting of a finger from the commander. They be spread out before me, ready, eager, to do their grisly duty. Mathrin waited behind them on his horse, watching. The commander called out to me, "You be under arrest as a baneling, and are to be executed as such."'
Adie lifted her head from the specters of her memory, her eyes meeting Zedd's. 'I thought of Pell. My Pell.'
Her expression hardened into an iron mask. 'Not one sword cleared a scabbard, not one spear be leveled, not one foot touched the ground, before they died. I swept the line, from left to right, one man at a time, everything I had, into each in turn, quick as a thought. Thump thump thump. Every one, except the commander. He sat still and stone-faced upon his white horse as men in armor crashed to the ground to each side of him.
'When it be finished, when the last shield had clattered into silence, I met his eyes. "Armor," I told him, "be of no use against a true baneling. Or a sorceress. It only be of use against innocent people." Then I told him he was to deliver a message to the king for me, from one sorceress named Adie. In a calm, firm voice, he asked the message. I said, "Tell him that if he sends another of the Blood of the Fold to take me, it will be the last living order he ever gives." He looked at me for a moment without a hint of emotion in his cold eyes, and then he turned his horse and walked it away without looking back.'
Her gaze sank to the table. 'My grandmother turned her back to me. She told me to leave the shelter of her roof and never to return.'
A little wince touched Zedd's face before he caught it, at the thought of a sorceress with enough power to kill men in that fashion. It was exceedingly rare for a sorceress to be that strong in the gift. 'What of Mathrin? You didn't kill him?'
She shook her head. A humorless smile played across her lips.
'No. I took him with me.'
'Took him with you?'
'I bonded him to me. Bonded his life to mine. Bonded him so that he always knew where I be, and so that every new moon he was compelled to come to me, no matter where I be, no matter what he wished. He had to follow me, at least close enough so that he could come to me every new moon.'
Frowning, Zedd studied the dregs in his tea cup. 'I met a man, once, in Winstead, the capital and Crown seat of Kelton. His name was Mathrin. He was a beggar, missing the fingers on one hand, as I recall. He was blind. His eyes had been...' Zedd's eyes suddenly fixed on hers. She was watching him. 'His eyes had been gouged out.'
Adie nodded. 'Indeed they had.' Her face was iron again.
'Every new moon, he came to me, and I cut something off him, letting his screams try to fill the emptiness in me.'
Zedd leaned back, his hands pressed to the tabletop. Iron indeed. 'So you made a new home in Kelton?'
'No. I made no home. I traveled, seeking out women with the gift, ones who could help me in my studies. None knew very much of what I sought, but each knew at least a little that others did not.
'Mathrin followed, and every new moon he came to me, and I cut something else from him. I wanted him to live forever, to suffer forever. He be the one who beat me, down there, with his fists, so I would lose Pell's child. He be the one who killed Pell. He be the one who blinded me.'
Her white eyes shone red in the lamplight as she stared off again. 'He be the one who made Pell believe I had betrayed him. I wanted Mathrin Galliene to suffer forever.'
Zedd gestured vaguely with his hand. 'How long did he... last?'
Adie sighed. 'Not long enough, and too long.' Zedd frowned. 'One day, a thought occurred to me: I had never used the gift to prevent Mathrin from killing himself. Why would he still come to me? Let me make him to suffer like I did? Why would he not simply end it? So, the next time he came, and I cut something else off, I also cut the bond. Cut his need to come the next time. But I did it in a way so as he would not notice, so he could simply forget about me, if he wished.'
'So that was the last you saw of him?'
She gave a grim shake of her head. 'No. I thought it would be, but he returned with the next new moon. Returned when he needn't have. It made my blood run cold, to wonder why. I decided that it be time for him to pay with his life for what he had done to me, and Pell, and all the others. But I resolved that before he gave me his life, he would give me the answer.
'In my travels, I had learned many things. Things for which I thought I would never have use. That night I found use. I used them to learn what torture Mathrin feared above all others. The trick be used to learn fears, but be useless to learn other secrets. Against his will, the words tumbled out of him, his fears spilled out.
'I left him to sweat all that night and the whole next day while I went in search of the things I needed: the things he feared above all else. When I finally returned with them, he be nearly insane with fright. His fears be well founded. I asked him to confess his secret. He said no.
'I dumped out the sack, put the little cages and the other things in front of him as he sat naked and helpless on the floor. I picked up each, held it before his sightless face, and described it, told him what be in each little cage or basket or jar. Again I asked him to confess. He be sweating and panting and shaking, but he said no. Mathrin thought I be bluffing, that I did not have the courage. Mathrin be wrong.
'I steeled myself, and brought his worst fears to life for him.'
Zedd's brow bunched up into wrinkles. Curiosity won out over dread. 'What did you do?'
She lifted her head to look into his eyes. That be the one thing I will not tell you. It not be important anyway.
'Mathrin would not talk, and suffered so much that I almost stopped several times. Each time I wanted to stop, I thought about the last thing my eyes had seen before he blinded me: Pell's head held in Mathrin's fist before me.' Adie swallowed, her voice so low Zedd could hardly hear her. 'And I remembered Pell's last words: "I will not say that of her to save my life. Even though she has betrayed me."'
She closed her eyes for a moment. They came open and she went on. 'Mathrin be on the edge of death. I thought he was not going to tell me why he came to me. But just before he died, he became still, despite what was being done to him. And then he said he would tell me, because he be about to die, because this, too, had been by plan. I asked him again why he had come back.
'He leaned toward me. "Don't you know, Adie?" he asked me. "Don't you know what I be? I be a baneling. I have been hiding right under your nose all this time. You have kept me near you all this time, and the Keeper knew right where you be. The Keeper lusts for those with the gift above all else." I had thought that that be it, that he be a baneling. I told him he had failed, it had done him no good, as he be about to die for his crimes.
'He smiled at me.' She leaned forward. 'Smiled! And he said, "You be wrong Adie. I have not failed. I have done the Keeper's bidding. I have fulfilled my task. Perfectly. All this be by plan. I have made you do exactly as he wished. I shall be rewarded. I be the one who started the fire when you be little. I be the one who did those things to Pell. Not because I thought him or you a baneling. I be the baneling. I did it to make you break your oath. To make you welcome the Keeper's hate into your heart.
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