“Samantha,” he called through the veil of rushes when he was still a good distance away from her. He tried to keep a familiar tone she would remember. “I need to talk to you.”
When he stepped out from a screen of grasses, she spoke in a low voice that was little more than a growl. “My name is Sammie. You gave me the name Samantha. My mother called me Sammie. The people of Stroyza all called me Sammie. That is my name–Sammie. I don’t want a name from you.”
“Fine. Sammie, then,” he said as he kept weaving his way among the tall thickets of rushes and shorter knots of grasses, steadily making his way closer to her. “We still need to talk.”
“There is nothing to talk about. You killed my mother.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“It is that simple. She’s dead. You are the one who killed her. I saw you do it.”
He thought that there was something odd-looking about the young woman, some kind of shimmering aspect to her, something in her big, dark eyes, but in the dreary light he couldn’t tell for sure what it was, or if it was his imagination. He had often seen the aura of power around sorceresses, seen it crackling with menace. He could do that, though, only when his own gift worked. Because he still had the poisonous touch of death in him, his gift didn’t work. Still, he was sure that he saw something, even though he couldn’t tell what.
He came to a halt when he was close enough to talk to her without having to yell. He didn’t want to get any closer if he didn’t have to. He knew what a temper she had, and it was true, after all, that he had killed her mother.
“Samantha, you don’t understand. You have to listen to me.”
“Sammie.”
“You drove a knife through Kahlan’s heart.”
“Because you killed my mother. It was what you deserve. I want you to suffer the same kind of pain I suffer. I want to make you lose everything that matters to you, the same as you did to me.”
Richard reminded himself to keep his voice calm, the same as when he had talked to her so often before. He plucked a few yellow buds from a blooming oxeye and rolled them between his finger and thumb as he considered his words.
“Your mother wasn’t who you thought she was, Sammie. She wasn’t on our side, on the side of the good people of your village of Stroyza, the way we thought she was.”
“She was a protector to our people.”
“She killed your aunts. She killed Zedd.”
Samantha’s brow twitched for just a moment before her glare darkened. “You’re lying.”
“It’s the truth.” Richard tossed away the oxeye buds and pulled a small black book from his pants pocket. He held it up for her to see. “This was your mother’s journey book. Journey books possess ancient magic that allows them to send messages back and forth to each other.”
“So?”
“Ludwig Dreier had the twin to your mother’s. He probably gave her the one she had on her. She used it to plot with him. She had been working with him for years.
“She knew all about the barrier failing long before she let on. She wasn’t really going to warn anyone. She and Dreier were keeping it a secret because they wanted that evil to escape. They wanted to rule over everyone. They wanted power for themselves. They were using the barrier failing as a way to accomplish their ends.”
Samantha was shaking her head, objecting to what he was telling her even as he was saying it. “My mother was the sorceress in charge of Stroyza. She didn’t even like that much power. She did not want to rule anyone.”
“It was an act she put on, the same as Ludwig Dreier hid his own abilities until it was time for him to make his move. It was all part of their plan. No one knew their secret.”
“You’re making it all up. I know my mother better than you ever could.”
Richard held up the journey book again so she could see it. “It’s all in here. All of her conversations with Dreier are still in here. These books are twinned. What is written in one shows up in the other. Your mother had this one and Dreier had the other. Her journey book has all of their conversations and scheming going back for several years.
“There were messages from Ludwig Dreier telling Irena the specifics of what he wanted her to do for him, along with promises of rewards for her loyalty and service to him.”
“He was using her?”
Richard shook his head. “I’m not going to lie to you, Samantha. She understood exactly what she was doing and she was doing it willingly. He wasn’t fooling her into anything. She was a partner in his plot to gain power.”
Samantha used a thumb to hook a curly lock of her black hair back off her face. “So you say.”
“She says it, in her own words.”
When Samantha only glanced at the book he was holding up without saying anything, he went on.
“Ludwig Dreier advised her on how she should react to people, what to say, and how to behave. He told her the things he wanted her to find out for him. She reported those things back to him. She was eager to help him and for their plan to succeed. She let herself be captured by Hannis Arc so that she would be closer to him in order to report on what he was doing to raise the spirit king from the dead. She was keeping him apprised of his progress and what was happening within the third kingdom.
“He told her to be especially careful not to let anyone know of her occult abilities. You didn’t even know of the dark talents she possessed, did you? That’s because she didn’t want you to know.
“She was writing to him the whole time we were traveling here, letting him know our progress. She told Dreier of how she was keeping the act up for our benefit, playing along so that we would think she was one of us.
“Your mother betrayed us, Samantha. She told Dreier that Kahlan and I needed a containment field in order to be healed. She lied to us, Samantha, telling us that there was one here and that she had seen it. You heard her say that. There was no containment field here, so how could she have seen it?
“She used that lie as a way to get us to come here, to the citadel, where Dreier laid a trap to capture us. He told her where he wanted her to say the containment field was located within the citadel, and how to get down there as a way to get us to the dungeons where he could take us by surprise. He laid the trap and she walked us right into it.”
“Lies. My mother wouldn’t do such a thing.”
Richard held up the book again. “It’s all in here, Samantha, in her own words, in her own hand. Your mother and Dreier discussed how they couldn’t risk any of the gifted in Stroyza learning that the barrier was failing. She wrote to Dreier, telling him that she had killed her sister Martha and Martha’s husband when they had gone to see if the reports about Jit were true. She told him that she dumped their bodies in the swamp to make it look like they died on that journey to Jit’s lair. Dreier said he would send soldiers to collect her other sister, Millicent, and her husband, Gyles, and take them to the abbey to make sure they couldn’t interfere, either. They died there by his hands, but it was by your mother’s design.
“Samantha, you have to listen to the truth, even though the truth is painful. The truth is that your mother told Dreier that your father was starting to ask too many questions. There was no attack by half people. They didn’t kill your father and capture her. Your mother is the one who killed your father.”
Samantha’s hands fisted at her sides. “Lies! All lies!”
“It’s the truth. She is the one who killed Zedd. She wrote in this book, ‘the old wizard was getting suspicious.’ She describes to Dreier how she went about tricking Zedd and then killing him. She called him a troublesome old man. You knew Zedd. You know what a good man he was. She beheaded him for no other reason than that he was good.