The Mother Confessor smiled a small smile. She gave Abby a sympathetic smile and a nod to confirm the truth of it. Let me tell you about the man in there.'Ībby peered up at the sorceress. The Mother Confessor patted the stone step beside her. He was mischief on two legs, driven not by guile but by curiosity. 'I swatted his bottom when he misbehaved, and later twisted his ear to make him sit at a lesson. 'I sometimes minded Zeddicus when he was but a toddler and (was still coming into womanhood.' The Mother Confessor gazed off with a wistful smile. With a poignant expression, the sorceress smoothed Abby's hair back from her forehead 'You don't understand. She fell to hysterical wailing again, and the Mother Confessor once again drew her into comforting arms. 'She has a daughter of ten years, and a son, too.' 'Delora understands,' the Mother Confessor said, gesturing towards the sorceress. 'Yes,' Abby said, 'he is very talented at being the wind of death.'Ībby's curiosity got the best of her. This time it's my baby he's killing, not the enemy.' Weapons have no more effect on them than they would have on smoke. They are not living, but created out of magic. They are so called because they are like shadows in the air. 'Well, the war had been bad enough, but then Panis Rahl taught his wizards to conjure shadow people.' The Mother Confessor sighed at the anguish of retelling the story. He was named First Wizard for all these things and more.' Even those other wizards in there, some of them his teachers, don't always understand how he is able to unravel some of the enigmas in the books or how he uses his gift to bring so much power to bear, but we do understand that he has heart. 'Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander may look young to you, as he did to many of us, but he is a special wizard, born of a wizard and a sorceress. T, too, have a daughter,' the Mother Confessor said. 'You have just the one child?' the sorceress asked. She didn't fear this woman as she had before nothing she did could be worse than what already had been done. It had never occurred to Abby to think of a Confessor as a woman, but that was what she saw now. The Mother Confessor was older by maybe twelve or fourteen years, and pleasant-looking, with those violet eyes. Still weeping, Abby pushed herself up and slid on to the step.
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