“Really?” Lunetta still displayed a streak of insolence from having used her power. “Tell me how you will know her.”
“She be the Mother Confessor! How could we not know her, you stupid streganicha!”
One brow arched as her feral gaze rose to meet his eyes. “The Mother Confessor be dead. How can you see a dead person walking?”
“She not be dead. The cook knows the truth of that; you said so yourself. The Mother Confessor be alive, and we will have her.”
“If what the old woman say be true, and a death spell was cast, then what would be its purpose? Tell Lunetta.”
Tobias frowned. “To make people think she was killed so she could escape.”
Lunetta smiled a sly smile. “And why is it they did not see her escape? For the same reason you will not find her.”
“Stop talking your magic jabber and tell me what you be talking about.”
“Lord General, if there be such a thing as a death spell, and it be used on the Mother Confessor, then it would only make sense that the magic would hide her identity. It would explain how she escaped; no one recognized her because of the magic around her. For the same reason, you will not recognize her either.”
“Can you break it, break the spell?” Tobias stammered.
Lunetta chuckled. “Lord General, I never heard of such magic before. I know nothing about it.”
Tobias realized his sister was right. “You know about magic. Tell me how we can know her.”
Lunetta shook her head. “Lord General, I do not know how to see the strands of a wizard’s web that was cast for the express purpose of hiding. I tell you only what would make sense, and that be that if such a spell were used to hide her, then we, too, would not recognize her.”
He lifted a finger toward her. “You have magic. You know a way to show us the truth.”
“Lord General, the old woman said that only a wizard could cast a death spell. If a wizard cast such a web, then to unravel it we must be able to see the strands of his web. I do not know how to see the truth through the magic’s deception.”
Tobias rubbed his chin as he thought it over. “See through the deception. But how?”
“A moth be caught in a spider’s web because he cannot see the strands. We be caught in this web, the same as those who saw her beheading, because we cannot see its strands. I do not know how we can.”
“Wizard,” he murmured to himself. He gestured to the silver coin on the table. “When I asked her if there be a wizard here in Aydindril, she showed me that coin with a building on it.”
“The Palace of the Prophets.”
The name brought his head up. “Yes, that be what she called it. She said to ask you what it be. How do you know of it? Where did you hear about this Palace of the Prophets?”
Lunetta shrank back into herself and looked away. “Just after you be born, Mamma told me about it. It be a place where sorceresses—”
“Streganicha,” he corrected.
She paused a moment. “It be a place where streganicha train men to be wizards.”
“Then it be a house of evil.” She stood stooped and stiff as he looked down at the coin. “What would Mamma know about such an evil place?”
“Mamma be dead, Tobias, leave her be,” she whispered.
He shot her a withering scowl. “We will talk about this later.” He straightened his sash of rank and ordered his silver embroidered gray coat before picking up his crimson cape. “The old woman must have meant that there be a wizard in Aydindril who was trained at this house of evil.” He redirected his attention to Galtero. “Fortunately, Ettore is holding her for further questioning. That old woman has a lot more to tell us; I can feel it in my bones.”
Galtero nodded. “We better be off for the Confessors’ Palace, Lord General.”
Brogan flung his cape over his shoulders. “We will stop to see Ettore on our way out.”
A fire had been well stoked and was roaring when the three of them entered the small room to check on Ettore and his two charges. Ettore was stripped to the waist, his lean muscles coated with a sheen of sweat. Several razors gleamed from their place atop the mantle, along with an assortment of sharpened spikes. The ends of iron rods were fanned out across the hearth. Their other ends glowed orange in the flames.
The old woman cowered in the far corner, and put a protective arm around the girl, who hid her face in the brown blanket.
“Has she given you any trouble?” Brogan asked.
Ettore flashed his familiar grin. “Her arrogant attitude vanished as soon as she found out we don’t suffer insolence. That be the way with banelings; they give way when faced with the Creator’s might.”
“The three of us have to go out for a while. The rest of the fist will remain here at the palace, in case you need assistance.” Brogan glanced to the iron rods glowing in the fire. “When I get back I want her confession. I don’t care about the girl, but the old woman had better still be alive and anxious to give it.”
Ettore touched his fingers to his forehead as he bowed. “By the Creator, it shall be as you command, Lord General. She will confess all the crimes she has performed for the Keeper.”
“Good. I have more questions, and I will have the answers.”
“I’ll answer no more of your questions,” the old woman said.
Ettore curled his lip as he scowled over his shoulder. The old woman shrank back farther into the dark corner. “You’ll break that oath before this night be over, you old hag. You’ll be begging to answer questions when you see what I do to your little evil one. You get to watch her go first, so you can think about what be coming when it be your turn.”
The little girl squealed and burrowed deeper into the old woman’s blanket.
Lunetta stared at the pair in the corner as she slowly scratched her arm. “Do you wish me to stay and attend Ettore, Lord General? I think it be best if I did.”
“No. I want you to come with me tonight.” He glanced up at Galtero. “You did well, bringing me this one.”
Galtero shook his head. “I never would have noticed her, had she not tried to sell me honey cakes. Something about her made me suspicious.”
Brogan shrugged. “That be the way with banelings; they be drawn to the Blood of the Fold like moths to a flame. They be bold because they have faith in their evil master.” He glanced again to the woman cringing in the corner. “But they all lose their spines when facing justice from the Blood of the Fold. This one will be a small trophy, but the Creator will be served by it.”
12
“Stop it,” Tobias growled. “Pe
ople will think you have fleas.”
On a wide street lined with majestic maple trees to each side, their bare thicket of branches laced together overhead, dignitaries and officials from different lands stepped from fancy coaches to meander the remaining distance to the Confessors’ Palace. D’Haran troops stood like banks at the edge of the trickling river of arriving guests.
“I cannot help it, Lord General,” Lunetta complained as she scratched. “Ever since we arrived in Aydindril my arms be itching. I have never felt it like this before.”
People joining the flow stared openly at Lunetta. Her tattered rags made her stand out like a leper at a coronation. She seemed oblivious of the mocking stares. More likely, she thought them looks of admiration. She had, on any number of occasions, begged off donning any of the fine dresses Tobias offered her, saying that none were the match of her pretties. Since they seemed to keep her mind occupied, and off the Keeper’s taint, he never went so far as to insist she wear something else, and besides, he thought it blasphemy to make one touched by evil look appealing.
The arriving men were dressed in their finest robes, coats, or furs. Though some wore ornate swords, Tobias was sure they were only decoration and doubted that a one of them had ever been drawn in fear, much less anger. As an occasional wrap billowed open, he could see that the women were attired in elegant, layered gowns, the setting sun glinting off the jewels at their necks, wrists, and fingers. It would appear they were all so excited to be invited to the Confessors’ Palace to meet the new Lord Rahl that they had not elicited a threat from the D’Haran soldiers. By their smiles and chatter, they all seem anxious to ingratiate themselves with the new Lord Rahl.
Tobias ground his teeth. “If you don’t stop scratching, I’ll tie your hands behind your back.”
Lunetta dropped her hands to her sides and stopped with a gasp. Tobias and Galtero looked up to see bodies impaled on poles to each side of the promenade ahead. As the three of them approached, he realized they weren’t men, but scaled creatures only the Keeper could have conceived. As they proceeded, a stink enveloped them, as thick as a bog mist, making them fear to draw a breath lest it blacken their lungs.