Debt of Bones (Sword of Truth 0.50)

But she did. ‘If you had—’

‘Delora understands,’ the Mother Confessor said, gesturing towards the sorceress. ‘She had a daughter of ten years, and a son, too.’

Abby peered up at the sorceress. She gave Abby a sympathetic smile and a nod to confirm the truth of it.

I, too, have a daughter,’ the Mother Confessor said. ‘She is twelve. Delora and I both understand your pain. So does the First Wizard.’

Abby’s fists tightened. ‘He couldn’t! He’s hardly more than a boy himself, and he wants to kill my baby. He is the wind of death and that’s all he cares about – killing people!’

The Mother Confessor patted the stone step beside her. ‘Abigail, sit up here beside me. Let me tell you about the man in there.’

Still weeping, Abby pushed herself up and slid on to the step. The Mother Confessor was older by maybe twelve or fourteen years, and pleasant-looking, with those violet eyes. Her mass of long hair reached her waist. She had a warm smile. It had never occurred to Abby to think of a Confessor as a woman, but that was what she saw now. She didn’t fear this woman as she had before; nothing she did could be worse than what already had been done.

‘I sometimes minded Zeddicus when he was but a toddler and I was still coming into womanhood.’ The Mother Confessor gazed off with a wistful smile. ‘I swatted his bottom when he misbehaved, and later twisted his ear to make him sit at a lesson. He was mischief on two legs, driven not by guile but by curiosity. He grew into a fine man.

‘For a long time, when the war with D’Hara started, Wizard Zorander wouldn’t help us. He didn’t want to fight, to hurt people. But in the end, when Panis Rahl, the leader of D’Hara, started using magic to slaughter our people, Zedd knew that the only hope to save more lives in the end was to fight.

‘Zeddicus Zu’l Zorander may look young to you, as he did to many of us, but he is a special wizard, born of a wizard and a sorceress. Zedd was a prodigy. Even those other wizards in there, some of them his teachers, don’t always understand how he is able to unravel some of the enigmas in the books or how he uses his gift to bring so much power to bear, but we do understand that he has heart. He uses his heart, as well as his head. He was named First Wizard for all these things and more.’

‘Yes,’ Abby said, ‘he is very talented at being the wind of death.’

The Mother Confessor smiled a small smile. She tapped her chest.

‘Among ourselves, those of us who really know him call him the trickster. The trickster is the name he has truly earned. We named him the wind of death for others to hear, so as to strike terror into the hearts of the enemy. Some people on our side take that name to heart. Perhaps, since your mother was gifted, you can understand how people sometimes unreasonably fear those with magic?’

‘And sometimes,’ Abby argued, ‘those with magic really are monsters who care nothing for the life they destroy.’

The Mother Confessor appraised Abby’s eyes a moment, and then held up a cautionary finger. ‘In confidence, I am going to tell you about Zeddicus Zu’l Zorander. If you ever repeat this story, I will never forgive you for betraying my confidence.’

‘I won’t, but I don’t see—’

‘Just listen.’

After Abby remained silent the Mother Confessor began. ‘Zedd married Erilyn. She was a wonderful woman. We all loved her very much, but not as much as did he. They had a daughter.’

Abby’s curiosity got the best of her. ‘How old is she?’

‘About the age of your daughter,’ Delora said.

Abby swallowed at the measured irony of the sorceress’s words. ‘I see.’

‘When Zedd became First Wizard, things were grim.’ Desolate reflection haunted the Mother Confessor’s violet eyes. ‘Panis Rahl had conjured the shadow people.’

‘Shadow people…? I’m from Coney Crossing, I’ve never heard of such a thing.’

‘Well, the war had been bad enough, but then Panis Rahl taught his wizards to conjure shadow people.’ The Mother Confessor sighed at the anguish of retelling the story. They are so called because they are like shadows in the air. They have no precise shape or form. They are not living, but created out of magic. Weapons have no more effect on them than they would have on smoke.

‘You can’t hide from the shadow people. They drift towards you across fields, or through the woods. They find you.

‘When they touch someone, the person’s whole body blisters and swells until their flesh splits open. They die in screaming agony. Not even the gift can heal one touched by a shadow person.

‘As the enemy attacked, their wizards would send the shadow people out ahead. In the beginning whole battalions of our brave young soldiers were found killed to a man. We saw no hope. It was our darkest hour.’

‘And Wizard Zorander was able to stop them?’ Abby asked.

The Mother Confessor nodded. ‘He studied the problem and then conjured battle horns. Their magic swept the shadow people away like smoke in the wind. The magic coming from the horns also traced its way back through the spell, to seek out the one who cast it, and kill them. The horns aren’t foolproof, though, and Zedd must constantly alter their magic to keep up with the way the enemy changes their conjuring.

‘Panis Rahl summoned other magic, too: fevers and sickness, wasting illnesses, fogs that caused blindness – all sorts of horrors. Zedd worked day and night, and managed to counter them all. While Panis Rani’s magic was being checked, our troops were once again able to fight on even terms. Because of Wizard Zorander, the tide of battle turned.’

‘Well, that much of it is good, but—’

The Mother Confessor again lifted her finger, commanding silence. Abby held her tongue as the woman lowered her hand and went on.

‘Panis Rahl was enraged at what Zedd had done. He tried and failed to kill him, so he instead sent a quad to kill Erilyn.’

‘A quad? What’s a quad?’

‘A quad,’ the sorceress answered, ‘is a unit of four special assassins sent with the protection of a spell from the one who sent them: Panis Rahl. It is not only their assignment to kill the victim, but to make it unimaginably torturous and brutal.’

Abby swallowed. ‘And did they … murder his wife?’

The Mother Confessor leaned closer. ‘Worse. They left her, her legs and arms all broken, to be found still alive.’

‘Alive?’ Abby whispered. ‘Why would they leave her alive, if it was their mission to kill her?’

‘So that Zedd would find her all broken and bleeding and in inconceivable agony. She was able only to whisper his name in love.’ The Mother Confessor leaned even closer. Abby could feel the breath of the woman’s whispered words against her own face. ‘When he used his gift to try to heal her, it activated the worm spell.’

Abby had to force herself to blink. ‘Worm spell...?’

‘No wizard would have been able to detect it.’ The Mother Confessor clawed her fingers and, in front of Abby’s stomach, spread her hands outward, in a tearing gesture. ‘The spell ripped her insides apart. Because he had used his loving touch of magic, she died in screaming pain as he knelt helpless beside her.’

Wincing, Abby touched her own stomach, almost feeling the wound. ‘That’s terrible.’

The Mother Confessor’s violet eyes held an iron look. ‘The quad also took their daughter. Their daughter, who had seen everything those men had done to her mother.’

Abby felt tears burning her eyes again. ‘They did that to his daughter, too?’

‘No,’ the Mother Confessor said. ‘They hold her captive.’

‘Then she still lives? There is still hope?’

The Mother Confessor’s satiny white dress rustled softly as she leaned back against the white marble balustrade and nested her hands in her lap.

‘Zedd went after the quad. He found them, but his daughter had been given to others, and they passed her on to yet others, and so on, so they had no idea who had her, or where she might be.’

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; Abby looked to the sorceress and back to the Mother Confessor. ‘What did Wizard Zorander do to the quad?’

‘No less than I myself would have done.’ The Mother Confessor stared back through a mask of cold rage. ‘He made them regret ever being born. For a very long time he made them regret it.’