let you save me with it. It’s all a lie, Jasnah.”
“No,” Jasnah said. “You’re just delusional from your fatigue and the stress.”
“Very well,” Shallan said. She stood up, clutching the dim sphere. “I guess I’ll have to show you. If I can.”
Creatures, she said in her head. Can you hear me?
Yes, always, a whisper came in response. Though she’d hoped to hear it, she still jumped.
Can you return me to that place? she asked.
You need to tell me something true, it replied. The more true, the stronger our bond.
Jasnah is using a fake Soulcaster, Shallan thought. I’m sure that’s a truth.
That’s not enough, the voice whispered. I must know something true about you. Tell me. The stronger the truth, the more hidden it is, the more powerful the bond. Tell me. Tell me. What are you?
“What am I?” Shallan whispered. “Truthfully?” It was a day for confrontation. She felt strangely strong, steady. Time to speak it. “I’m a murderer. I killed my father.”
Ah, the voice whispered. A powerful truth indeed….
And the alcove vanished.
Shallan fell, dropping into that sea of dark glass beads. She struggled, trying to stay at the surface. She managed it for a moment. Then something tugged on her leg, pulling her down. She screamed, slipping beneath the surface, tiny beads of glass filling her mouth. She panicked. She was going to—
The beads above her parted. Those beneath her surged, bearing her upward, out to where someone stood, hand outstretched. Jasnah, back to the black sky, face lit by nearby hovering flames. Jasnah grasped Shallan’s hand, pulling her upward, onto something. A raft. Made from the beads of glass. They seemed to obey Jasnah’s will.
“Idiot girl,” Jasnah said, waving. The oceanlike beads to the left split, and the raft lurched, bearing them sideways toward a few flames of light. Jasnah shoved Shallan into one of the small flames, and she fell backward off the raft.
And hit the floor of the alcove. Jasnah sat where she had been, eyes closed. A moment later, she opened them, giving Shallan an angry look.
“Idiot girl!” Jasnah repeated. “You have no idea how dangerous that was. Visiting Shadesmar with only a single dim sphere? Idiot!”
Shallan coughed, feeling as if she still had beads in her throat. She stumbled to her feet, meeting Jasnah’s gaze. The other woman still looked angry, but said nothing. She knows that I have her, Shallan realized. If I spread the truth…
What would it mean? She had strange powers. Did that make Jasnah some kind of Voidbringer? What would people say? No wonder she’d created the decoy.
“I want to be part of it,” Shallan found herself saying.
“Excuse me?”
“Whatever you’re doing. Whatever it is you’re researching. I want to be part of it.”
“You have no idea what you’re saying.”
“I know,” Shallan said. “I’m ignorant. There’s a simple cure for that.” She stepped forward. “I want to know, Jasnah. I want to be your ward in truth. Whatever the source of this thing you can do, I can do it too. I want you to train me and let me be part of your work.”
“You stole from me.”
“I know,” Shallan said. “And I’m sorry.”
Jasnah raised an eyebrow.
“I won’t excuse myself,” Shallan said. “But Jasnah, I came here intending to steal from you. I was planning it from the beginning.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“I planned to steal from Jasnah the bitter heretic,” Shallan said. “I didn’t realize I’d come to regret the need for that theft. Not just because of you, but because it meant leaving this. What I’ve come to love. Please. I made a mistake.”
“A large one. Insurmountable.”
“Don’t make a larger one by sending me away. I can be someone you don’t have to lie to. Someone who knows.”
Jasnah sat back.
“I stole the fabrial on the night you killed those men, Jasnah,” Shallan said. “I’d decided I couldn’t do it, but you convinced me that truth was not as simple as I thought it. You’ve opened a box full of storms in me. I made a mistake. I’ll make more. I need you.”
Jasnah took a deep breath. “Sit down.”
Shallan sat.
“You will never lie to me again,” Jasnah said, raising a finger. “And you will never steal from me, or anyone, again.”
“I promise.”
Jasnah sat for a moment, then sighed. “Scoot over here,” she said, pulling open a book.
Shallan obeyed as Jasnah took out several sheets filled with notes. “What is this?” Shallan asked.
“You wanted to be part of what I’m doing? Well, you’ll need to read this.” Jasnah looked