"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 brough 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 tea cup 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 breast plates 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 B
aneling. 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 begger, 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 table top. 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.