The pillars of creation

Captain Lerner extended a hand. "Glad to meet you, Sebastian. Sorry about the mix-up. We didn't know who you were. Jennsen explained your mission. I used to serve, so I understand the need for secrecy."

Sebastian rose to his feet and clasped hands with the man. "No harm done, Captain. I can't fault our men for doing their job."

Sebastian didn't know her plan. He appeared to be waiting for her lead. She gestured impatiently and asked a question she knew he wouldn't be able to answer and, in that way, let him know what it was she intended him to say.

"Did you make contact with any of the infiltrators before you were stopped by the guards? Did you find out who any of them are and gain their confidence? Did you at least get any names?"

Sebastian took her lead and sighed convincingly. "I'm sorry, no. I'd only just arrived and didn't have a chance before the guards. ." His gaze drifted to the floor. "Sorry."

Captain Lerner's eyes shifted between the two of them.

Jennsen assumed a tone of forbearance. "Well, I can't blame guards for not taking chances in the palace. We need to be on our way, though. I made some headway in our search and uncovered some important new contacts. It can't wait. These men are wary and I need you to approach them. They aren't likely to let a woman buy them drinks-they'd get the wrong idea-so I'm going to leave it to you. I've got other snares to set."

Sebastian was nodding as if he were entirely familiar with the imaginary work. "All right."

The captain held an arm out. "Let's get you both on your way, then."

Sebastian, following Jennsen out, glanced back. "I'll need my weapons, Captain. And all the coins that were in the purse. That's Lord Rahl's money, and I need it to do his bidding."

"I have it all. Nothing is missing-my word on that."

Outside, in the confining passageway, Captain Lerner pulled the cell door shut. He had the light, so Jennsen and Sebastian waited on him. As she started out, the captain gently reached past Sebastian to grasp her arm, stopping her.

Jennsen froze, fearing to breathe. She felt Sebastian's hand slip around her waist to the handle of her knife.

"Is it true what people say?" the captain asked.

Jennsen looked back into his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, about Lord Rahl. About how he's… I don't know, different. I've heard men talk-men who have met him, fought with him. They talk about how he handles that sword of his, how he fights and all, but more than that, they talk about him as a man. Is it true what they say?"

Jennsen didn't know what he meant. She feared to move, to say anything, not knowing how to answer such a question. She didn't know what people, especially D'Haran soldiers, said about the new Lord Rahl.

She knew that she and Sebastian could kill this man, here, now. They would have the element of surprise. Sebastian, with his hand on her knife, was surely thinking that very thing.

But they would still have to make it out of the palace. If they killed him, it was likely that the body would soon be discovered. The D'Haran soldiers were anything but lax. Even if they hid the dead captain of the prison guards, a check of the prisoners would soon reveal that Sebastian was missing. Their chances of escaping, then, became remote.

Worse, though, she didn't think she could kill this man. Despite the fact that he was a D'Haran officer, she held no ill feeling for him. He seemed a decent sort, not a monster. Tom liked him, and the captain respected Tom. Stabbing a man who was trying to kill them was one thing. This would be entirely different. She couldn't do this.

"We would lay down our lives for the man," Sebastian said in an earnest voice. "I'd have let you torture and kill me before I would have said a word, for fear it would endanger Lord Rahl."

"I, too," Jennsen added in a soft voice, "think of little else but Lord Rahl. I even dream about him."

She had spoken the truth, but a truth calculated to deceive. The captain smiled, staring off with an inner satisfaction as his fingers released her arm.

Jennsen felt Sebastian's hand slip away from her knife.

"I guess that tells it plain," the captain said in the near darkness. "I've served a long time. I had lost hope of daring to dream such a thing." He hesitated, then spoke again. "And his wife? Is she really a Confessor, like they say? I've heard tales about the Confessors, from back before the boundaries, but I never knew if it was really true."

Wife? Jennsen didn't know anything about Lord Rahl having a wife. Jennsen couldn't picture him with a wife, or imagine what such a woman would be like. Jennsen couldn't even conceive of why the Lord Rahl, a man who could possess any woman he wanted and then discard her at will, would bother to take a wife.

And what a «Confessor» could be was a complete mystery to Jennsen, but the very title «Confessor» certainly sounded ominous.

"Sorry," Jennsen said. "I've not met her."

"Nor I," Sebastian said. "But I've heard much the same about her as you have."