Confessor: Chainfire Trilogy Part 3

The two Sisters in front lead them through a confusing series of intersections. Some of the passageways they took sloped downward. In several places they had to descend yet more flights of stairs to halls even deeper in the ground.

Everywhere there were rooms filled with bones, some with skulls, some with other bones stacked neatly in every available space, all bearing silent witness to lives once lived. Some of the passageways they passed through were made of brick but most had been constructed of stone. By the varying sizes of stone and styles of construction it seemed like they were passing from one era to another, each age preferring a different method to add to the ever-growing catacombs for their dead.

The next turn took them past a room with a different kind of entrance. Thick stone slabs that had closed off the cavern beyond had been slid aside. Nicci was surprised to see another Sister standing guard there. Beyond, back inside, in the shadows, there were big Imperial Order guards. Judging by their size, the type of chain mail they wore, the leather straps crossing their chests, along with the tattoos back across their shaved heads, these were some of Jagang's most trusted, and skilled, soldiers.

Back behind them Nicci saw that the low room was tightly packed with shelves holding countless books. Beyond, behind the rows in various places, the light from lamps revealed where people were searching through the volumes. Jagang had teams of scholars devoted to scouring caches of books for him. They were specially trained and knew the sorts of things Jagang was looking for.

The place reminded Nicci of nothing so much as the catacombs down in Caska. That was where, with the help of Jillian, Richard had discovered the Chainfire book. Nicci realized that these catacombs as well were liable to have a number of rooms with books.

"You," Sister Armina said to one of the guards, "come here."

When the man came to a stop out in the hall and leaned on his lance, she gestured back the way they had come. "Get some workmen together and-"

"What kind of workmen?" the man interrupted. Men like these were not intimidated by Sisters of the Dark-mere captives, slaves of the emperor.

"Men who know how to work with stone," she said, "with marble slabs. Sister Greta will go with you and show you what must be done. His Excellency doesn't want anyone to know that we've discovered a way into the palace."

Jagang, being a dream walker, frequently entered the minds of the Sisters. It was becoming increasingly obvious to the soldier that Sister Armina was operating under the direction of the emperor himself, so he nodded without objection as she went on.

"There is a place right near where we entered up top where the stone has been damaged. It's a small secondary network of halls. You will need to pull some of the undamaged slabs off the walls in the area with the damage and use them to block off that branch of halls. From the other side it needs to look like part of the wall of the main corridor. It needs to fool anyone who goes down that corridor into thinking there is not supposed to be an opening there. It needs to be done immediately." She tipped her head toward Nicci. "Before anyone looking for her discovers the damage."

"Won't people who know the place realize that an intersection has been blocked off?"

"Not if it looks seamless, if it looks like it's always been that way. It's "he tomb area of the palace. The Lord Rahl uses it to visit his ancestors, but only if he ever wishes to do such a thing. It's likely to be rare for anyone else to go down there, so no one else is likely to notice that an intersection is missing-at least, not until it's too late."

The man cast a forbidding look at Nicci. "Then what was she doing down there?"

When Sister Armina turned a questioning look at her, Nicci felt a sudden shock of pain caused by the collar.

Sister Armina lifted an eyebrow. "Well? Answer the man's question."

Nicci gasped in a breath against the razor-sharp pain searing down her back and legs. "Just going for a walk... to have a private conversation . . . where no one would bother us," she managed between gasps of agony.

The Sister seemed indifferent to Nicci's explanation. She turned back to the soldier. "See? It's mostly an unused area. But before anyone goes down there looking for her, and the woman we killed, it needs to be done. Work as swiftly as possible."

The man smoothed a hand back over his bald, tattooed head. "All right. But it seems a lot of work to hide some damage." He shrugged. "After all, if they see it, they won't know why it's damaged. They'll probably think it's from before. There have been battles in the palace in the recent past."

Sister Armina did not look pleased to have the man second-guess her. "His Excellency does not want anyone up there to know that we've found a way in. This is of paramount importance to him. Would you like me to tell him that you suggest the work is not worth the effort and he should simply not worry?"