The pillars of creation

CHAPTER 26

The palace official's white robes flowed out behind him as he ascended the hill of steps, flanked by the two men in silver robes. Je

When they reached the next landing on the broad, sunlit marble steps, the man glanced over his shoulder again. Je

The officer of unknown rank and his dozen soldiers climbed the stairs with mincing steps, trying to duplicate the distance she maintained in front of her. It was unanticipated and awkward for her escorts. She wanted it to be; like her red hair, the distraction gave them something to think about, something to worry about.

At intervals, the smooth ascent of marble stairs was broken by broad landings that gave the legs a rest before continuing up. At the top of the stairs, tall embossed brass doors were set back beyond colossal columns. The entire front of the palace looming over them was one of the grandest sights Je

They passed the shadows of the towering columns and swept on through the doorway; the dozen soldiers still trailed in her wake, their weapons, belts, and mail jangling. The sound of their boots on the polished marble floor echoed off the walls of a grand entry lined with fluted pillars.

Deeper into the palace, people going about their business, or standing in twos and threes talking, or strolling the balconies, paused to watch the unusual procession, paused to see the officials in their white and silver robes and a dozen guards at a respectful distance escorting a woman with red hair. By her outfit, especially in comparison to the neat clean dress of the others, it was obvious that she had just traveled in. Rather than being embarrassed by her clothes, Je

After the man in white whispered to the two in silver robes, they nodded and ran on ahead, vanishing around a comer. The guards followed at her measured distance.

The procession wound through a maze of small passageways and fu

This, too, was reassuring, because it meant they took her seriously. That helped her confidence in playing the part. She told herself that she was important, she was a personal representative of Lord Rahl himself, and she was not going to be deterred by anyone. They were here for no other purpose but to assist her. It was their job. Their duty.

Since it was hopeless trying to keep track of all the turns and twists they took, she put her mind instead to the matter at hand, to what she would do and say, going over it all in her head.

Je

The man in white checked his charge before turning down a stone stairwell. Dull red rust showed through chipped paint on the iron railing. The uncomfortably steep flight of stairs twisted downward, finally ending in a lower passageway lit by the eerie wavering light from torches in short floor stands, rather than by lamps and reflectors that were used to light the way above.

The two men in silver robes who had gone on ahead were waiting for them at the bottom. Hazy smoke hung near the low beams of the ceiling, leaving the place reeking of burning pitch. She could see her breath in the cold air. Je

Down the murky stone corridor to the right she thought she could see evenly spaced doors. In some of the doors, it looked like there might be fingers gripping the edge of small openings. From down that hall, in the darkness, came a dry, echoing cough. As she looked off toward the unseen source of the sound, she had the feeling that this was a place where men were sent not for punishment, but to die.

Before an ironbound door sealing off the corridor to the left stood a power-fully built man, feet spread, hands clasped behind his back, chin held high. His bearing, his size, the way his cut-stone gaze locked on her, made Jermsen's breath falter.

She wanted to run. Why did she think she could do this? After all, who was she? Just a nobody.

Althea said that wasn't true unless she made it so herself. Je

Looking Je

The captain gave the man in white a grim smile.

"Thank you," she said to the men who had escorted her. "That will be all.»

The man in white opened his mouth to speak, then, as he met the look in her eyes, thought better of it and bowed. With his arms held out like a hen herding chicks, he ushered the other two in silver and then the soldiers away with him.

"I'm looking for a man I heard was taken prisoner," she told the big man standing before the door.

"For what reason?"

"Someone messed up. He was taken prisoner by mistake."

"Who says it was a mistake?"

Je

His iron eyes briefly took in the design on the handle. Still, he stood in the same relaxed stance, barring the iron door to the passageway beyond. Je

"I used to carry one, too," he said with a nod toward the knife she had returned to its sheath. "Few years back."

"But not any longer?" She applied gentle pressure to the crossguard until she felt the knife click home. The soft sound echoed back from the darkness behind her.

He shrugged. "It gets wearing, having your life at risk for Lord Rahl all the time."

Jermsen feared he might ask her something about the Lord Rahl, something she couldn't answer, but should be able to. She sought to block that possibility.

"You served under Darken Rahl, then. That was before my time. It must have been a great honor to have known him."

"Obviously, you didn't know the man."

She feared she had just failed her first test. She had thought that everyone who served would be a loyal follower. She thought it would be safe to go with that assumption. It wasn't.

Captain Lerner turned his head and spat. He looked back at her with challenge. "Darken Rahl was a twisted bastard. I'd have liked to put his knife between his ribs and twisted it good."

Despite her anxiety, she showed him no more than a cool expression. "Then why didn't you?"

"When the whole world is crazy, it doesn't pay to be sane. I finally told them I was getting too old and took a job down here. Someone far better than I ever was finally sent Darken Rahl to the Keeper."

Jermsen was thrown off by such an unexpected sentiment. She didn't know if the man had really hated Darken Rahl, or if he was only saying he did in front of her so as to show loyalty to the new Lord Rahl, Richard, who had killed his father and assumed power. She tried to gather her wits without being obvious.

"Well, Tom said you weren't stupid. I guess he knew what he was talking about."

The captain laughed, a spontaneous, deep, rolling sound that unexpectedly made Je

"Tom would know." He clapped a fist to his heart in salute. His face softened to an easy smile. Tom had helped her again.

Je

"Pleased, Je

Je

"I can see why Tom said that you'd be the one to see."

"What's this about, Je

She took a deep, casual breath, preparing herself. She had thought it out a hundred different ways, forward and backward. She was ready to come at it from any angle.

"You know that those of us who serve Lord Rahl in this capacity can't always allow everyone to know what we're doing, or who we are."

Captain Lerner was nodding. "Of course."

Je

"Well, I had a man working with me," Je