Confessor (Sword of Truth 11)

“This is a maker’s mark left in the form of a spell. It’s how originals are identified. This is the original Book of Counted Shadows.” She closed the book and showed him the spine. “See? ‘Shadows,’ not ‘Shadow.’ It has the maker’s mark. It was found hidden behind barriers and shields. This is the original.”

“What about the others?”

“None have a seal like this. Not one of the three even has a mark of the man who made the copy. In fact, none have any kind of mark at all. They are simply copies. This is the original.”

Jagang, leaning a hand on the table, tapped the side of his thumb as he considered.

“I still don’t see why it couldn’t be a false copy. If they made a false copy and wanted to make it look real they could have put a fraudulent mark in the book to fool people.”

“Technically, it’s possible, but there are a number of things that point to it not being a fraud. There are also a variety of tests we can do to verify the authenticity of the maker’s mark. That, after all, is why he leaves a mark in a spell-form: so that it can be tested. We’ve done a few tests, and the results have shown that it is genuine, but there are some more complex verification webs we could still use to test it.”

Sister Armina waved a hand at the book. “There is also the matter of what it says in the beginning, Excellency, the part about being verified by a Confessor.”

Sister Ulicia tsked impatiently. This was apparently an argument they’d already had. She shot Sister Armina a murderous scowl before once again turning her attention to the emperor.

“The book says that a Confessor is in essence used to verify the copy, Excellency, not the original. For that reason we can’t reliably trust her to identify the original—that isn’t what she is meant to do. The maker’s mark does that, and we can do further tests on the mark. I’m confident those tests will confirm what we already know to be true.”

Jagang tapped a finger on the table as he considered her words. “Where was this found?”

“In Bandakar, Excellency,” Sister Ulicia said.

“You mean it was behind those barriers of magic for all this time?”

“Yes, Excellency,” Sister Ulicia said with obvious excitement. “That alone is evidence that this is the original manuscript.”

“Why?”

“Because, if the original could be identified by the mark, where would you hide it?”

“Behind barriers of magic,” he answered, thoughtfully.

“Excellency, this is the original of The Book of Counted Shadows. I’m sure of it.”

He peered up at her with his black eyes. “Are you willing to stake your life on that being true?”

“Yes, Excellency,” Sister Ulicia answered without hesitation.

Jennsen woke suddenly to the strangest sound. As she came out of a dead sleep it seemed like a roaring noise of some sort. At first she thought that it must be Emperor Jagang having another of his nightmares, but the sound was followed by a great commotion outside. Men shouted for others to get out of the way, or in fear. Metal clattered in what sounded like stacked lances being tipped over by scattering men. She heard the roar again, closer, and more shouting.

Jennsen saw the guards at the entrance to the tent peek out from the edge of the hanging covering the opening. She feared to get up from her spot on the floor. Jagang had told her to stay there. As violent as the man could become in an instant, she knew better than to test him.

Anson looked questioningly to her. Jennsen shrugged. Owen took Marilee’s hand. The three of them were obviously frightened. Jennsen shared the feeling.

Jagang stormed out of his bedchamber, still buttoning his trousers. He looked tired and groggy. Jennsen knew that with the nightmares tormenting him he was not getting much sleep.

He was about to speak when the flap over the opening pulled to the side. The noise of the pandemonium flooded into the tent.

A thin woman stepped through the opening. In the noise and confusion, she moved with the cool, deliberate demeanor of a snake.

Just from the sight of her alone, Jennsen wished she could crawl under a carpet and hide.

The woman’s pale eyes took in the four people on the floor before looking up at the emperor. She ignored the guards. Her pallid skin stood out white against her black dress.

“Six!” Jagang said. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night!”

She regarded him almost contemptuously. “Your bidding.”

Jagang glared at her. “Well, what is it, then?”

“A matter of something I agreed to obtain for you.”

She lifted out something that she’d had under her arm. Jennsen hadn’t seen it because it was so black that it was almost impossible to see in the dimly lit tent, to say nothing of being held against her black dress.

As he stared at the thing she held out, his mood began to brighten.

Jagang’s eyes were black. Six’s dress was black. Midnight on a moonless night in a cave in a thick forest was black. None of those things, though, could compare to the black of what the woman was holding. It was black beyond anything Jennsen had ever seen before. The thought occurred to her that when a person died, that was the kind of blackness that must enshroud them.

Jagang stared, his eyes wide with delight, a smile settling into his features. “The third box…”

Six didn’t look to share his abrupt good humor. “I have kept my bargain.”

“So you have,” Jagang said as he reverently lifted the box from her. “So you have.”

He finally set the inky black box on a chest. “What of the other matters?” he asked over a shoulder.

“I burned into their forces, scattering them. I have eliminated patrols when I found them. I scouted the routes for supply trains and insured that they could safely pass.”

“Yes, they have been getting through—and none too soon.”

“It will be vastly better simply to end this,” the woman said. “Have you been able to find the true copy of The Book of Counted Shadows?”

“No.” He grinned. “I believe, though, that I have the original.”

She gazed at him for a long time, as if weighing the truth of his words, or maybe just wondering if he was drunk.

“You believe you have found the original?” A humorless smile spread on her thin lips. “Why don’t you simply use your Confessor?”

“We had some…trouble. She managed to escape.”

What ever Six was thinking she didn’t reveal it on her gaunt face. “Well, she is of limited use to you anyway.”

Jagang’s expression darkened. “Limited use or not, I have plans for her. Do you think you could find her and bring her to me? I would make it worth your while.”

Six shrugged. “If you wish. Let me see the book.”

Jagang went to a chest and pulled open a drawer. He recovered the book and handed it to her. Six held it between the flats of her hands for a long moment.

“Let me see the others.”

Jagang went to a different drawer in the chest and pulled out three more books, all looking to be the same size. He laid them side by side on a marble-topped table, then set an oil lamp beside them.

Six glided close, her arms folded, peering down at the three books one at a time. She placed the tips of her long, thin fingers on one of them. Her hand moved to a second book, pausing on it before finally going on to the third.

She gestured to the books on the table. “These three came after.” She pulled the original book he’d given her out from where she was holding it under an arm and waggled it before setting it down atop the other three. “This one came first.”

“Came first—as in original? Can you be sure?”

“I don’t take foolish chances. If it were a false copy, and because of that your Sister opened the wrong box, then I would lose everything I have planned and worked for and, considering my part in this, even my life.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question.”

She shr

ugged. “I am a witch woman. I have talents. This is the original book. Use it. Open the correct box and your nightmares will end.”

Jagang stared for a moment, looking unhappy at the mention of his nightmares, but then he finally smiled. “Bring me the Confessor.”

Six smiled in a deadly sort of way. “You get everything ready, all set up, spells cast, callings done, and I will bring the Confessor to the party.”

Jagang nodded. “Sister Ulicia tells me that we need to get up into the Garden of Life.”

“While it’s not the only way, it would be the best way to insure success. You should take your Sister seriously.”

“I do take her seriously. Since she is the one who will open the box, with me within her mind of course, anything but getting it correct would be very unfortunate for her. If the Keeper of the underworld snatched her in that way, it would be the worst possible outcome for her, therefore getting it right is in her own best interest. I think that’s why she is so insistent on opening the box in the Garden of Life instead of doing it here.”

Six turned an intent look on Jennsen. “Use her. She’s Richard Rahl’s sister. One by one, everything is turning against him. Adding her life to the mix will only help to tip the balance.”

Jagang turned his black eyes on Jennsen. “Why do you think I had her brought here?”