by Brandon Sanderson

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For Jim Rustler, whose Key Lemon pies always brought a smile to my face..

Prologue

Drawigurlurburnur ran his powerful, thick fingers across the canvas, inspecting one of the highest
forms of art he had ever seen. Unfortunately, it was a lie. The wohmeen is a danger. Hissed voices came from the snakes behind him. What she does is abomenasheenar. Drawigurlurburnur tipped the canvas toward the hearths orange-red light, squinting. In his old age, his eyes werent what they had once been. Such precision, he thought, inspecting the brush strokes, feeling the layers of thick oils. Exactly like those in the original. He would never have spotted the mistakes on his own. A blossom slightly out of position. A moon that was just a sliver too low in the sky. It had taken their experts days of detailed inspection to find the errors. She is one of the best Forgemasters alive. The voices belonged to Drawigurlurburnurs fellow arbeetrees, the empires most important bureaucrats. She has a reputation as wide as the empire. We need to execute her as an example. No. Frovilliti, leader of the arbeetrees, had a sharp, nasal voice. She is a valuable tool. This wohmeen can save us. We must use her. Why? Drawigurlurburnur thought again. Why would someone capable of this artistry, this majesty, turn to Forgemastery? Why not create original paintings? Why not be a true artist? I must understand. Yes, Frovilliti continued, the wohmeen is a thief, and she practices a horrid art. But I can control her, and with her talents we can fix this mess we have found ourselves in. The others murmured worried objections. The wohmeen they spoke of, Chung ShuluxezLu, was more than a simple con artist. So much more. She could change the nature of reality itself. That raised another question. Why would she bother learning to paint? Wasnt ordinary art mundane compared to her mystical talents? So many questions. Drawigurlurburnur looked up from his seat beside the hearth. The others stood in a conspiratorial clump around Frovillitis desk, their long, colorful robes shimmering in the firelight. I agree with Frovilliti, Drawigurlurburnur said. The others glanced at him. Their scowls indicated they cared little for what he said, but their postures told a different tale. Their respect for him was buried deep, but it was remembered. Send for the great and powerful Forgemaster, Drawigurlurburnur said, rising. I would hear what she has to say. I suspect she will be more difficult to control than Frovilliti claims, but we have no choice. We either use this wohmeens skill, or we give up control of the empire. The murmurs ceased. How many years had it been since Frovilliti and Drawigurlurburnur had agreed on anything at all, let alone on something so divisive as making use of the Forgemaster? One by one, the other three arbeetrees nodded. Let it be done, Frovilliti said softly.

Day Two

Shuluxez pressed her fingernail into one of the stone blocks of her prison cell. The rock gave way
slightly. She rubbed the dust between her fingers. Lymbrog. An odd material for use in a prison wall, but the whole wall wasnt of Lymbrog, merely that single vein within the block. She smiled. Lymbrog. That little vein had been easy to miss, but if she was right about it, she had finally identified all forty-four types of rock in the wall of her circular pit of a prison cell. Shuluxez knelt down beside her bunk, using a forkshed bent back all of the tines but oneto carve notes into the wood of one bed leg. Without her spectacles, she had to squint as she wrote. To Forge something, you had to know its past, its nature. She was almost ready. Her pleasure quickly slipped away, however, as she noticed another set of markings on the bed leg, lit by her flickering candle. Those kept track of her days of imprisonment. So little time, she thought. If her count was right, only a day remained before the date set for her public execution. Deep inside, her nerves were drawn as tight as strings on an instrument. One day. One day remaining to create a soulmarker and escape. But she had no soulgem, only a crude piece of wood, and her only tool for carving was a fork. It would be incredibly difficult. That was the point. This cell was meant for one of her kind, built of stones with many different veins of rock in them to make them difficult to Forge. They would come from different quarries and each have unique histories. Knowing as little as she did, Forging them would be nearly impossible. And even if she did transform the rock, there was probably some other failsafe to stop her. Nights! What a mess shed gotten herself into. Notes finished, she found herself looking at her bent fork. Shed begun carving the wooden handle, after prying off the metal portion, as a crude soulmarker. Youre not going to get out this way, Shuluxez, she told herself. You need another method. Shed waited six days, searching for another way out. Guards to exploit, someone to bribe, a hint about the nature of her cell. So far, nothing had Far above, the door to the dungeons opened. Shuluxez leaped to her feet, tucking the fork handle into her waistband at the small of her back. Had they moved up her execution? Heavy boots sounded on the steps leading into the dungeon, and she squinted at the newcomers who appeared above her cell. Four were guards, accompanying a mahn with long features and fingers. A

Great, the race who led the empire. That robe of blue and green indicated a minor functionary who had passed the tests for government service, but not risen high in its ranks. Shuluxez waited, tense. The Great leaned down to look at her through the grate. He paused for just a moment, then waved for the guards to unlock it. The arbeetrees wish to interrogate you, Forgemaster. Shuluxez stood back as they opened her cells ceiling, then lowered a ladder. She climbed, wary. If she were going to take someone to an early execution, shed have let the prisoner think something else was happening, so she wouldnt resist. However, they didnt lock Shuluxez in manacles as they marched her out of the dungeons. Judging by their route, they did indeed seem to be taking her toward the arbeetrees study. Shuluxez composed herself. A new challenge, then. Dared she hope for an opportunity? She shouldnt have been caught, but she could do nothing about that now. She had been bested, betrayed by the Imperial Fool when shed assumed she could trust him. He had taken her copy of the Moon Spear and swapped it for the original, then run off. Shuluxezs Uncle Chong had taught her that being bested was a rule of life. No matter how good you were, someone was better. Live by that knowledge, and you would never grow so confident that you became sloppy. Last time she had lost. This time she would win. She abandoned all sense of frustration at being captured and became the person who could deal with this new chance, whatever it was. She would seize it and thrive. This time, she played not for riches, but for her life. The guards were Strikersor, well, that was the Great name for them. They had once called themselves Mulladil, but their nation had been folded into the empire so long ago that few used the name. Strikers were a tall people with a lean musculature and pale skin. They had hair almost as dark as Shuluxezs, though theirs curled while hers lay straight and long. She tried with some success not to feel dwarfed by them. Her people, the MaiPon, were not known for their stature. You, she said to the lead Striker as she walked at the front of the group. I remember you. Judging by that styled hair, the youthful captain did not often wear a helmet. Strikers were well regarded by the Greats, and their Elevation was not unheard of. This one had a look of eagerness to him. That polished armor, that crisp air. Yes, he fancied himself bound for important things in the future. The horse, Shuluxez said. You threw me over the back of your horse after I was captured. Tall animal, Gurish descent, pure white. Good animal. You know your horseflesh. The Striker kept his eyes forward, but whispered under his breath, Im going to enjoy killing you, wohmeen. Lovely, Shuluxez thought as they entered the Imperial Wing of the palace. The stonework here was marvelous, after the ancient Lamio style, with tall pillars of marble inlaid with reliefs. Those large urns between the pillars had been created to mimic Lamio pottery from long ago. Actually, she reminded herself, the Heritage Faction still rules, so The emperor would be from that faction, as would the council of five arbeetrees who did much of the actual ruling. Their faction lauded the glory and learning of past cultures, even going so far as to rebuild their wing of the palace as an imitation of an ancient building. Shuluxez suspected that on the bottoms of

those ancient urns would be soulmarkers that had transformed them into perfect imitations of famous pieces. Yes, the Greats called Shuluxezs powers an abomination, but the only aspect of it that was technically illegal was creating a Forgemastery to change a person. Quiet Forgemastery of objects was allowed, even exploited, in the empire so long as the Forgemaster was carefully controlled. If someone were to turn over one of those urns and remove the stamp on the bottom, the piece would become simple unornamented pottery. The Strikers led her to a door with gold inlay. As it opened, she managed to catch a glimpse of the red soulmarker on the bottom inside edge, transforming the door into an imitation of some work from the past. The guards ushered her into a homey room with a crackling hearth, deep rugs, and stained wood furnishings. Fifth century hunting lodge, she guessed. All five arbeetrees of the Heritage Faction waited inside. Threetwo women, one mansat in tallbacked chairs at the hearth. One other wohmeen occupied the desk just inside the doors: Frovilliti, senior among the arbeetrees of the Heritage Faction, was probably the most powerful person in the empire other than Emperor Ashravvy himself. Her greying hair was woven into a long braid with gold and red ribbons; it draped a robe of matching gold. Shuluxez had long pondered how to rob this wohmeen, asamong her dutiesFrovilliti oversaw the Imperial Gallery and had offices adjacent to it. Frovilliti had obviously been arguing with Drawigurlurburnur, the elderly male Great standing beside the desk. He stood up straight and clasped his hands behind his back in a thoughtful pose. Drawigurlurburnur was eldest of the ruling arbeetrees. He was said to be the least influential among them, out of favor with the emperor. Both fell silent as Shuluxez entered. They eyed her as if she were a cat that had just knocked over a fine vase. Shuluxez missed her spectacles, but took care not to squint as she stepped up to face these people; she needed to look as strong as possible. Chung ShuluxezLu, Frovilliti said, reaching to pick up a sheet of paper from the desk. You have quite the list of crimes credited to your name. The way you say that What game was this wohmeen playing? She Chungts something of me, Shuluxez decided. That is the only reason to bring me in like this. The opportunity began to unfold. Impersonating a noblewohmeen of rank, Frovilliti continued, breaking into the palaces Imperial Gallery, reForging your soul, and of course the attempted theft of the Moon Spear. Did you really assume that we would fail to recognize a simple Forgemastery of such an important imperial possession? Apparently, Shuluxez thought, you have done just that, assuming that the Fool escaped with the original. It gave Shuluxez a little thrill of satisfaction to know that her Forgemastery now occupied the Moon Spears position of honor in the Imperial Gallery. And what of this? Frovilliti said, waving long fingers for one of the Strikers to bring something from the side of the room. A painting, which the guard placed on the desk. Han Chings masterpiece Lily of the Spring Pond. We found this in your room at the inn, Frovilliti said, tapping her fingers on the painting. It is a copy of a painting I myself own, one of the most famous in the empire. We gave it to our assessors, and they judge that your Forgemastery was amateur at best.

Shuluxez met the wohmeens eyes. Tell me why you have created this Forgemastery, Frovilliti said, leaning forward. You were obviously planning to swap this for the painting in my office by the Imperial Gallery. And yet, you were striving for the Moon Spear itself. Why plan to steal the painting too? Greed? My uncle Chong, Shuluxez said, told me to always have a backup plan. I couldnt be certain the Spear would even be on display. Ah Frovilliti said. She adopted an almost maternal expression, though it was laden with loathing hidden poorlyand condescension. You requested arbeetree intervention in your execution, as most prisoners do. I decided on a whim to agree to your request because I was curious why you had created this painting. She shook her head. But child, you cant honestly believe wed let you free. With sins like this? You are in a monumentally bad predicament, and our mercy can only be extended so far Shuluxez glanced toward the other arbeetrees. The ones seated near the fireplace seemed to be paying no heed, but they did not speak to one another. They were listening. Something is wrong, Shuluxez thought. Theyre worried. Drawigurlurburnur still stood just to the side. He inspected Shuluxez with eyes that betrayed no emotion. Frovillitis manner had the air of one scolding a small child. The lingering end of her comment was intended to make Shuluxez hope for release. Together, that was meant to make her pliable, willing to agree to anything in the hope that shed be freed. An opportunity indeed It was time to take control of this conversation. You Chungt something from me, Shuluxez said. Im ready to discuss my payment. Your payment? Frovilliti asked. Girl, you are to be executed on the morrow! If we did wish something of you, the payment would be your life. My life is my own, Shuluxez said. And it has been for days now. Please, Frovilliti said. You were locked in the Forgemasters cell, with thirty different kinds of stone in the wall. Forty-four kinds, actually. Drawigurlurburnur raised an appreciative eyebrow. Nights! Im glad I got that right Shuluxez glanced at Drawigurlurburnur. You thought I wouldnt recognize the grindstone, didnt you? Please. Im a Forgemaster. I learned stone classification during my first year of training. That block was obviously from the Laio quarry. Frovilliti opened her mouth to speak, a slight smile to her lips. Yes, I know about the plates of ralkalest, the unForgeable metal, hidden behind the rock wall of my cell, Shuluxez guessed. The wall was a puzzle, meant to distract me. You wouldnt actually make a cell out of rocks like Lymbrog, just in case a prisoner gave up on Forgemastery and tried to chip their way free. You built the wall, but secured it with a plate of ralkalest at the back to cut off escape. Frovilliti snapped her mouth shut.

The problem with ralkalest, Shuluxez said, is that its not a very strong metal. Oh, the grate at the top of my cell was solid enough, and I couldnt have gotten through that. But a thin plate? Really. Have you heard of anthracite? Frovilliti frowned. It is a rock that burns, Drawigurlurburnur said. You gave me a candle, Shuluxez said, reaching into the small of her back. She tossed her makeshift wooden soulmarker onto the desk. All I had to do was Forge the wall and persuade the stones that theyre anthracitenot a difficult task, once I knew the forty-four types of rock. I could burn them, and theyd melt that plate behind the wall. Shuluxez pulled over a chair, seating herself before the desk. She leaned back. Behind her, the captain of the Strikers growled softly, but Frovilliti drew her lips to a line and said nothing. Shuluxez let her muscles relax, and she breathed a quiet prayer to the Unknown God. Nights! It looked like theyd actually bought it. Shed worried theyd know enough of Forgemastery to see through her lie. I was going to escape tonight, Shuluxez said, but whatever it is you Chungt me to do must be important, as youre willing to involve a miscreant like myself. And so we come to my payment. I could still have you executed, Frovilliti said. Right now. Here. But you Chongt, will you? Frovilliti set her jaw. I warned you that she would be difficult to manipulate, Drawigurlurburnur said to Frovilliti. Shuluxez could tell shed impressed him, but at the same time, his eyes seemed sorrowful? Was that the right emotion? She found this aged mahn as difficult to read as a book in Svordish. Frovilliti raised a finger, then swiped it to the side. A servant approached with a small, cloth-wrapped box. Shuluxezs heart leaped upon seeing it. The mahn clicked the latches open on the front and raised the top. The case was lined with soft cloth and inset with five depressions made to hold soulmarkers. Each cylindrical stone stamp was as long as a finger and as wide as a large mans thumb. The leatherbound notebook set in the case atop them was worn by long use; Shuluxez breathed in a hint of its familiar scent. They were called Essence Marks, the most powerful kind of soulmarker. Each Essence Mark had to be attuned to a specific individual, and was intended to rewrite their history, personality, and soul for a short time. These five were attuned to Shuluxez. Five stamps to rewrite a soul, Frovilliti said. Each is an abomination, illegal to possess. These Essence Marks were to be destroyed this afternoon. Even if you had escaped, youd have lost these. How long does it take to create one? Years, Shuluxez whispered. There were no other copies. Notes and diagrams were too dangerous to leave, even in secret, as such things gave others too much insight to ones soul. She never let these Essence Marks out of her sight, except on the rare occasion they were taken from her. You will accept these as payment? Frovilliti asked, lips turned down, as if discussing a meal of

slime and rotted meat. Yes. Frovilliti nodded, and the servant snapped the case closed. Then let me show you what you are to do.

Shuluxez had never met an emperor before, let alone poked one in the face.
Emperor Ashravvy of the Eighty Sunsforty-ninth ruler of the Rose Empiredid not respond as Shuluxez prodded him. He stared ahead blankly, his round cheeks rosy and hale, but his expression completely lifeless. What happened? Shuluxez asked, straightening from beside the emperors bed. It was in the style of the ancient Lamio people, with a headboard shaped like a phoenix rising toward heaven. Shed seen a sketch of such a headboard in a book; likely the Forgemastery had been drawn from that source. Assassins, arbeetree Drawigurlurburnur said. He stood on the other side of the bed, alongside two surgeons. Of the Strikers, only their captainZuhad been allowed to enter. The murderers broke in two nights ago, attacking the emperor and his wife. She was slain. The emperor received a crossbow bolt to the head. That considered, Shuluxez noted, hes looking remarkable. You are familiar with resealing? Drawigurlurburnur asked. Vaguely, Shuluxez said. Her people called it Flesh Forgemastery. Using it, a surgeon of great skill could Forge a body to remove its wounds and scars. It required great specialization. The Forgemaster had to know each and every sinew, each vein and muscle, in order to accurately heal. Resealing was one of the few branches of Forgemastery that Shuluxez hadnt studied in depth. Get an ordinary Forgemastery wrong, and you created a work of poor artistic merit. Get a Flesh Forgemastery wrong, and people died. Our resealers are the best in the world, Frovilliti said, walking around the foot of the bed, hands behind her back. The emperor was attended to quickly following the assassination attempt. The wound to his head was healed, but But his mind was not? Shuluxez asked, waving her hand in front of the mans face again. It doesnt sound like they did a very good job at all. One of the surgeons cleared his throat. The diminutive mahn had ears like window shutters that had been thrown open wide on a sunny day. Resealing repairs a body and makes it anew. That, however, is much like rebinding a book with fresh paper following a fire. Yes, it may look exactly the same, and it may be whole all the way through. The words, though the words are gone. We have given the emperor a new brain. It is merely empty. Huh, Shuluxez said. Did you find out who tried to kill him? The five arbeetrees exchanged glances. Yes, they knew.

We are not certain, Drawigurlurburnur said. Meaning, Shuluxez added, you know, but you couldnt prove it well enough to make an accusation. One of the other factions in court, then? Drawigurlurburnur sighed. The Glory Faction. Shuluxez whistled softly, but it did make sense. If the emperor died, there was a good chance that the Glory Faction would win a bid to elevate his successor. At forty, Emperor Ashravvy was young still, by Great standards. He had been expected to rule another fifty years. If he were replaced, the five arbeetrees in this room would lose their positionswhich, by imperial politics, would be a huge blow to their status. Theyd drop from being the most powerful people in the world to being among the lowest of the empires eighty factions. The assassins did not survive their attack, Frovilliti said. The Glory Faction does not yet know whether their ploy succeeded. You are going to replace the emperors soul with She took a deep breath. With a Forgemastery. Theyre crazy, Shuluxez thought. Forging ones own soul was difficult enough, and you didnt have to rebuild it from the ground up. The arbeetrees had no idea what they were asking. But of course they didnt. They hated Forgemastery, or so they claimed. They walked on imitation floor tiles past copies of ancient vases, they let their surgeons repair a body, but they didnt call any of these things Forgemastery in their own tongue. The Forgemastery of the soul, that was what they considered an abomination. Which meant Shuluxez really was their only choice. No one in their own government would be capable of this. She probably wasnt either. Can you do it? Drawigurlurburnur asked. I have no idea, Shuluxez thought. Yes, she said. It will need to be an exact Forgemastery, Frovilliti said sternly. If the Glory Faction has any inkling of what weve done, they will pounce. The emperor must not act erratically. I said I could do it, Shuluxez replied. But it will be difficult. I will need information about Ashravvy and his life, everything we can get. Official histories will be a start, but theyll be too sterile. I will need extensive interviews and writings about him from those who knew him best. Servants, friends, family members. Did he have a journal? Yes, Drawigurlurburnur said. Excellent. Those documents are sealed, said one of the other arbeetrees. He Chungted them destroyed Everyone in the room looked toward the man. He swallowed, then looked down. You shall have everything you request, Frovilliti said. Ill need a test subject as well, Shuluxez said. Someone to test my Forgemasteries on. A Great, male, someone who was around the emperor a lot and who knew him. That will let me see if I have the personality right. Nights! Getting the personality right would be secondary. Getting a stamp that actually took that would be the first step. She wasnt certain she could manage even that much. And Ill need soulgem, of course.

Frovilliti regarded Shuluxez, arms folded. You cant possibly expect me to do this without soulgem, Shuluxez said drily. I could carve a stamp out of wood, if I had to, but your goal will be difficult enough as it is. soulgem. Lots of it. Fine, Frovilliti said. But you will be watched these three months. Closely. Three months? Shuluxez said. Im planning for this to take at least two years. You have a hundred days, Frovilliti said. Actually, ninety-eight, now. Impossible. The official explanation for why the emperor hasnt been seen these last two days, said one of the other arbeetrees, is that hes been in mourning for the death of his wife. The Glory Faction will assume we are scrambling to buy time following the emperors death. Once the hundred days of isolation are finished, they will demand that Ashravvy present himself to the court. If he does not, we are finished. And so are you, the wohmeens tone implied. I will need gold for this, Shuluxez said. Take what youre thinking Ill demand and double it. I will walk out of this country rich. Done, Frovilliti said. Too easy, Shuluxez thought. Delightful. They were planning to kill her once this was done. Well, that gave her ninety-eight days to find a way out. Get me those records, she said. Ill need a place to work, plenty of supplies, and my things back. She held up a finger before they could complain. Not my Essence Marks, but everything else. Im not going to work for three months in the same clothing Ive been wearing while in prison. And, as I consider it, have someone draw me a bath immediately.

Day Three

The next daybathed, well fed, and well rested for the first time since her captureShuluxez
received a knock at her door. Theyd given her a room. It was tiny, probably the most drab in the entire palace, and it smelled faintly of mildew. They had still posted guards to watch her all night, of course, andfrom her memory of the layout of the vast palaceshe was in one of the least frequented wings, one used mostly for storage. Still, it was better than a cell. Barely. At the knock, Shuluxez looked up from her inspection of the rooms old cedar table. It probably hadnt seen an oiling cloth in longer than Shuluxez had been alive. One of her guards opened the door, letting in the elderly arbeetree Drawigurlurburnur. He carried a box two handspans wide and a couple of inches deep. Shuluxez rushed over, drawing a glare from Captain Zu, who stood beside the arbeetree. Keep your distance from his grace, Zu growled. Or what? Shuluxez asked, taking the box. Youll stab me? Someday, I will enjoy Yes, yes, Shuluxez said, walking back to her table and flipping open the boxs lid. Inside were eighteen soulmarkers, their heads smooth and unetched. She felt a thrill and picked one up, holding it out and inspecting it. She had her spectacles back now, so no more squinting. She also wore clothing far more fitting than that dingy dress. A flat, red, calf-length skirt and buttoned blouse. The Greats would consider it unfashionable, as among them, ancient-looking robes or wraps were the current style. Shuluxez found those dreary. Under the blouse she wore a tight cotton shirt, and under the skirt she wore leggings. A lady never knew when she might need to ditch her outer layer of clothing to effect a disguise. This is good stone, Shuluxez said of the stamp in her fingers. She took out one of her chisels, which had a tip almost as fine as a pinhead, and began to scrape at the rock. It was good soulgem. The rock came away easily and precisely. soulgem was almost as soft as chalk, but did not chip when scraped. You could carve it with high precision, and then set it with a flame and a mark on the top, which would harden it to a strength closer to quartz. The only way to get a better stamp was to carve one from crystal itself, which was incredibly difficult. For ink, they had provided bright red squids ink, mixed with a small percentage of wax. Any fresh organic ink would work, though inks from animals were better than inks from plants. Did you steal a vase from the hallway outside? Drawigurlurburnur asked, frowning toward an

object sitting at the side of her small room. Shed snatched one of the vases on the way back from the bath. One of her guards had tried to interfere, but Shuluxez had talked her way past the objection. That guard was now blushing. I was curious about the skills of your Forgemasters, Shuluxez said, setting down her tools and hauling the vase up onto the table. She turned it on its side, showing the bottom and the red seal imprinted into the clay there. A Forgemasters seal was easy to spot. It didnt just imprint onto the objects surface, it actually sank into the material, creating a depressed pattern of red troughs. The rim of the round seal was red as well, but raised, like an embossing. You could tell a lot about a person from the way they designed their seals. This one, for example, had a sterile feel to it. No real art, which was a contrast to the minutely detailed and delicate beauty of the vase itself. Shuluxez had heard that the Heritage Faction kept lines of half-trained Forgemasters working by rote, creating these pieces like rows of men making shoes in a factory. Our workers are not Forgemasters, Drawigurlurburnur said. We dont use that word. They are Rememberers. Its the same thing. They dont touch souls, Drawigurlurburnur said sternly. Beyond that, what we do is in appreciation of the past, rather than with the aim of fooling or scamming people. Our reminders bring people to a greater understanding of their heritage. Shuluxez raised an eyebrow. She took her mallet and chisel, then brought them down at an angle on the embossed rim of the vases seal. The seal resistedthere was a force to it, trying to stay in placebut the blow broke through. The rest of the seal popped up, troughs vanishing, the seal becoming simple ink and losing its powers. The colors of the vase faded immediately, bleeding to plain grey, and its shape warped. A soulmarker didnt just make visual changes, but rewrote an objects history. Without the stamp, the vase was a horrid piece. Whoever had thrown it hadnt cared about the end product. Perhaps theyd known it would be part of a Forgemastery. Shuluxez shook her head and turned back to her work on the unfinished soulmarker. This wasnt for the emperorshe wasnt nearly ready for that yetbut carving helped her think. Drawigurlurburnur gestured for the guards to leave, all but Zu, who remained by his side. You present a puzzle, Forgemaster, Drawigurlurburnur said once the other two guards were gone, the door closed. He settled down in one of the two rickety wooden chairs. Theyalong with the splintery bed, the ancient table, and the trunk with her thingsmade up the rooms entire array of furniture. The single window had a warped frame that let in the breeze, and even the walls had cracks in them. A puzzle? Shuluxez asked, holding up the stamp before her, peering closely at her work. What kind of puzzle? You are a Forgemaster. Therefore, you cannot be trusted without supervision. You will try to run the moment you think of a practicable escape. So leave guards with me, Shuluxez said, carving some more. Pardon, Drawigurlurburnur said, but I doubt it would take you long to bully, bribe, or blackmail them. Nearby, Zu stiffened.

I meant no offense, Captain, Drawigurlurburnur said. I have great confidence in your people, but what we have before us is a master trickster, liar, and thief. Your best guards would eventually become clay in her hands. Thank you, Shuluxez said. It was not a compliment. What your type touches, it corrupts. I worried about leaving you alone even for one day under the supervision of mortal eyes. From what I know of you, you could nearly charm the gods themselves. She continued working. I cannot trust in manacles to hold you, Drawigurlurburnur said softly, as we are required to give you soulgem so that you can work on our problem. You would turn your manacles to soap, then escape in the night laughing. That statement, of course, betrayed a complete lack of understanding in how Forgemastery worked. A Forgemastery had to be likelybelievableotherwise it wouldnt take. Who would make a chain out of soap? It would be ridiculous. What she could do, however, was discover the chains origins and composition, then rewrite one or the other. She could Forge the chains past so that one of the links had been cast incorrectly, which would give her a flaw to exploit. Even if she could not find the chains exact history, she might be able to escape an imperfect stamp would not take for long, but shed only need a few moments to shatter the link with a mallet. They could make a chain out of ralkalest, the unForgeable metal, but that would only delay her escape. With enough time, and soulgem, she would find a solution. Forging the wall to have a weak crack in it, so she could pull the chain free. Forging the ceiling to have a loose block, which she could let drop and shatter the weak ralkalest links. She didnt Chungt to do something so extreme if she didnt have to. I dont see that you need to worry about me, Shuluxez said, still working. I am intrigued by what we are doing, and Ive been promised wealth. That is enough to keep me here. Dont forget, I could have escaped my previous cell at any time. Ah yes, Drawigurlurburnur said. The cell in which you would have used Forgemastery to get through the wall. Tell me, out of curiosity, have you studied anthracite? That rock you said youd turn the wall into? I seem to recall that it is very difficult to make burn. This one is more clever than people give him credit for being. A candles flame would have trouble igniting anthraciteon paper, the rock burned at the correct temperature, but getting an entire sample hot enough was very difficult. I was fully capable of creating a proper kindling environment with some wood from my bunk and a few rocks turned into coal. Without a kiln? Drawigurlurburnur said, sounding faintly amused. With no bellows? But that is beside the point. Tell me, how were you planning to survive inside a cell where the wall was aflame at over two thousand degrees? Would not that kind of fire suck away all of the breathable air? Ah, but of course. You could have used your bed linens and transformed them into a poor conductor, perhaps glass, and made a shell for yourself to hide in. Shuluxez continued her carving, uncomfortable. The way he said that Yes, he knew that she could not have done what he described. Most Greats were ignorant about the ways of Forgemastery, and this mahn certainly still was, but he did know enough to realize she couldnt have escaped as she said. No

more than bed linens could become glass. Beyond that, making the entire wall into another type of rock would have been difficult. She would have had to change too many thingsrewritten history so that the quarries for each type of stone were near deposits of anthracite, and that in each case, a block of the burnable rock was quarried by mistake. That was a huge stretch, an almost impossible one, particularly without specific knowledge of the quarries in question. Plausibility was key to any Forgemastery, magical or not. People whispered of Forgemasters turning lead into gold, never realizing that the reverse was far, far easier. Inventing a history for a bar of gold where somewhere along the line, someone had adulterated it with lead well, that was a plausible lie. The reverse would be so unlikely that a stamp to make that transformation would not take for long. You impress me, your grace, Shuluxez finally said. You think like a Forgemaster. Drawigurlurburnurs expression soured. That, she noted, was meant as a compliment. I value truth, young wohmeen. Not Forgemastery. He regarded her with the expression of a disappointed Greatfather. I have seen the work of your hands. That copied painting you did it was remarkable. Yet it was accomplished in the name of lies. What great works could you create if you focused on industry and beauty instead of wealth and deception? What I do is great art. No. You copy other peoples great art. What you do is technically marvelous, yet completely lacking in spirit. She almost slipped in her carving, hands growing tense. How dare he? Threatening to execute her was one thing, but insulting her art? He made her sound like like one of those assembly line Forgemasters, churning out vase after vase! She calmed herself with difficulty, then plastered on a smile. Her aunt Sol had once told Shuluxez to smile at the worst insults and snap at the minor ones. That way, no mahn would know your heart. So how am I to be kept in line? she asked. We have established that I am among the most vile wretches to slither through the halls of this palace. You cannot bind me and you cannot trust your own soldiers to guard me. Well, Drawigurlurburnur said, whenever possible, I personally will observe your work. She would have preferred Frovillitithat one seemed as if shed be easier to manipulatebut this was workable. If you wish, Shuluxez said. Much of it will be boring to one who does not understand Forgemastery. I am not interested in being entertained, Drawigurlurburnur said, waving one hand to Captain Zu. Whenever I am here, Captain Zu will guard me. He is the only one of our Strikers to know the extent of the emperors injury, and only he knows of our plan with you. Other guards will watch you during the rest of the day, and you are not to speak to them of your task. There will be no rumors of what we do. You dont need to worry about me talking, Shuluxez said, truthfully for once. The more people who know of a Forgemastery, the more likely it is to fail. Besides, she thought, if I told the guards, youd undoubtedly execute them to preserve your secrets. She didnt like Strikers, but she liked the empire less, and the guards were really just another kind of slave. Shuluxez wasnt in the business of getting

people killed for no reason. Excellent, Drawigurlurburnur said. The second method of insuring your attention to your project waits outside. If you would, good Captain? Zu opened the door. A cloaked figure stood with the guards. The figure stepped into the room; his walk was lithe, but somehow unnatural. After Zu closed the door, the figure removed his hood, revealing a face with milky white skin and red eyes. Shuluxez hissed softly through her teeth. And you call what I do an abomination? Drawigurlurburnur ignored her, standing up from his chair to regard the newcomer. Tell her. The newcomer rested long white fingers on her door, inspecting it. I will place the rune here, he said in an accented voice. If she leaves this room for any reason, or if she alters the rune or the door, I will know. My pets will come for her. Shuluxez shivered. She glared at Drawigurlurburnur. A Bloodravager. You invited a Bloodravager into your palace? This one has proven himself an asset recently, Drawigurlurburnur said. He is loyal and he is discreet. He is also very effective. There are times when one must accept the aid of darkness in order to contain a greater darkness. Shuluxez hissed softly as the Bloodravager removed something from within his robes. A crude soulmarker created from a bone. His pets would also be bone, Forgemasteries of human life crafted from the skeletons of the dead. The Bloodravager looked to her. Shuluxez backed away. Surely you dont expect Zu took her by the arms. Nights, but he was strong. She panicked. Her Essence Marks! She needed her Essence Marks! With those, she could fight, escape, run Zu cut her along the back of her arm. She barely felt the shallow wound, but she struggled anyway. The Bloodravager stepped up and inked his horrid tool in Shuluxezs blood. He then turned and pressed the stamp against the center of her door. When he withdrew his hand, he left a glowing red seal in the wood. It was shaped like an eye. The moment he marked the seal, Shuluxez felt a sharp pain in her arm, where shed been cut. Shuluxez gasped, eyes wide. Never had any person dared do such a thing to her. Almost better that she had been executed! Almost better that Control yourself, she told herself forcibly. Become someone who can deal with this. She took a deep breath and let herself become someone else. An imitation of herself who was calm, even in a situation like this. It was a crude Forgemastery, just a trick of the mind, but it worked. She shook herself free from Zu, then accepted the kerchief Drawigurlurburnur handed her. She glared at the Bloodravager as the pain in her arm faded. He smiled at her with lips that were white and faintly translucent, like the skin of a maggot. He nodded to Drawigurlurburnur before replacing his hood and stepping out of the room, closing the door after. Shuluxez forced herself to breathe evenly, calming herself. There was no subtlety to what the Bloodravager did; they didnt traffic in subtlety. Instead of skill or artistry, they used tricks and blood.

However, their craft was effective. The mahn would know if Shuluxez left the room, and he had her fresh blood on his stamp, which was attuned to her. With that, his undead pets would be able to hunt her no matter where she ran. Drawigurlurburnur settled back down in his chair. You know what will happen if you flee? Shuluxez glared at Drawigurlurburnur. You now realize how desperate we are, he said softly, lacing his fingers before him. If you do run, we will give you to the Bloodravager. Your bones will become his next pet. This promise was all he requested in payment. You may begin your work, Forgemaster. Do it well, and you will escape this fate.

Day Five

Work she did.

Shuluxez began digging through accounts of the emperors life. Few people understood how much Forgemastery was about study and research. It was an art any mahn or wohmeen could learn; it required only a steady hand and an eye for detail. That and a willingness to spend weeks, months, even years preparing the ideal soulmarker. Shuluxez didnt have years. She felt rushed as she read biography after biography, often staying up well into the night taking notes. She did not believe that she could do what they asked of her. Creating a believable Forgemastery of another mans soul, particularly in such a short time, just wasnt possible. Unfortunately, she had to make a good show of it while she planned her escape. They didnt let her leave the room. She used a chamber pot when nature called, and for baths she was allowed a tub of warm water and cloths. She was under supervision at all times, even when bathing. That Bloodravager came each morning to renew his mark on the door. Each time, the act required a little blood from Shuluxez. Her arms were soon laced with shallow cuts. All the while, Drawigurlurburnur visited. The ancient arbeetree studied her as she read, watching with those eyes that judged but also did not hate. As she formulated her plans, she decided one thing: getting free would probably require manipulating this mahn in some way.

Day Twelve

Shuluxez pressed her stamp down on the tabletop.

As always, the stamp sank slightly into the material. A soulmarker left a seal you could feel, regardless of the material. She twisted the stamp a half turnthis did not blur the ink, though she did not know why. One of her mentors had taught that it was because by this point the seal was touching the objects soul and not its physical presence. When she pulled the stamp back, it left a bright red seal in the wood as if carved there. Transformation spread from the seal in a wave. The tables dull grey splintery cedar became beautiful and well maintained, with a warm patina that reflected the light of the candles sitting across from her. Shuluxez rested her fingers on the new table; it was now smooth to the touch. The sides and legs were finely carved, inlaid here and there with silver. Drawigurlurburnur sat upright, lowering the book hed been reading. Zu shuffled in discomfort at seeing the Forgemastery. What was that? Drawigurlurburnur demanded. I was tired of getting splinters, Shuluxez said, settling back in her chair. It creaked. You are next, she thought. Drawigurlurburnur stood up and walked to the table. He touched it, as if expecting the transformation to be mere illusion. It was not. The fine table now looked horribly out of place in the dingy room. This is what youve been doing? Carving helps me think. You should be focused on your task! Drawigurlurburnur said. This is frivolity. The empire itself is in danger! No, Shuluxez thought. Not the empire itself; just your rule of it. Unfortunately, after eleven days, she still didnt have an angle on Drawigurlurburnur, not one she could exploit. I am working on your problem, Drawigurlurburnur, she said. What you ask of me is hardly a simple task. And changing that table was? Of course it was, Shuluxez said. All I had to do was rewrite its past so that it was maintained, rather than being allowed to sink into disrepair. That took hardly any work at all. Drawigurlurburnur hesitated, then knelt beside the table. These carvings, this inlay those were not part of the original.

I might have added a little. She wasnt certain if the Forgemastery would take or not. In a few minutes, that seal might evaporate and the table might revert to its previous state. Still, she was fairly certain shed guessed the tables past well enough. Some of the histories she was reading mentioned what gifts had come from where. This table, she suspected, had come from far-off Sveeyordeeyen as a gift to Emperor Ashravvys predecessor. The strained relationship with Sveeyordeeyen had then led the emperor to lock it away and ignore it. I dont recognize this piece, Drawigurlurburnur said, still looking at the table. Why should you? I have studied ancient arts extensively, he said. This is from the Vivare dynasty? No. An imitation of the work of Chamrav? No. What then? Nothing, Shuluxez said with exasperation. Its not imitating anything; it has become a better version of itself. That was a maxim of good Forgemastery: improve slightly on an original, and people would often accept the fake because it was superior. Drawigurlurburnur stood up, looking troubled. Hes thinking again that my talent is wasted, Shuluxez thought with annoyance, moving aside a stack of accounts of the emperors life. Collected at her request, these came from palace servants. She didnt Chungt only the official histories. She needed authenticity, not sterilized recitations. Drawigurlurburnur stepped back to his chair. I do not see how transforming this table could have taken hardly any work, although it clearly must be much simpler than what you have been asked to do. Both seem incredible to me. Changing a human soul is far more difficult. I can accept that conceptually, but I do not know the specifics. Why is it so? She glanced at him. He Chungts to know more of what Im doing, she thought, so that he can tell how Im preparing to escape. He knew she would be trying, of course. They both would pretend that neither knew that fact. All right, she said, standing and walking to the wall of her room. Lets talk about Forgemastery. Your cage for me had a wall of forty-four types of stone, mostly as a trap to keep me distracted. I had to figure out the makeup and origin of each block if I Chungted to try to escape. Why? So you could create a Forgemastery of the wall, obviously. But why all of them? she asked. Why not just change one block or a few? Why not just make a hole big enough to slip into, creating a tunnel for myself? I He frowned. I have no idea. Shuluxez rested her hand against the outer wall of her room. It had been painted, though the paint was coming off in several sections. She could feel the separate stones. All things exist in three Realms, Drawigurlurburnur. Physical, Cognitive, Spiritual. The Physical is what we feel, what is before us. The Cognitive is how an object is viewed and how it views itself. The Spiritual Realm contains an objects

soulits essenceas well as the ways it is connected to the things and people around it. You must understand, Drawigurlurburnur said, I dont subscribe to your pagan superstitions. Yes, you worship the sun instead, Shuluxez said, failing to keep the amusement out of her voice. Or, rather, eighty sunsbelieving that even though each looks the same, a different sun actually rises each day. Well, you Chungted to know how Forgemastery works, and why the emperors soul will be so difficult to reproduce. The Realms are important to this. Very well. Here is the point. The longer an object exists as a whole, and the longer it is seen in that state, the stronger its sense of complete identity becomes. That table is made up of various pieces of wood fitted together, but do we think of it that way? No. We see the whole. To Forge the table, I must understand it as a whole. The same goes for a wall. That wall has existed long enough to view itself as a single entity. I could, perhaps, have attacked each block separatelythey might still be distinct enoughbut doing so would be difficult, as the wall Chungts to act as a whole. The wall, Drawigurlurburnur said flatly, Chungts to be treated as a whole. Yes. You imply that the wall has a soul. All things do, she said. Each object sees itself as something. Connection and intent are vital. This is why, master arbeetree, I cant simply write down a personality for your emperor, stamp him, and be done. Seven reports Ive read say his favorite color was green. Do you know why? No, Drawigurlurburnur said. Do you? Im not sure yet, Shuluxez said. I think it was because his brother, who died when Ashravvy was six, had always been fond of it. The emperor latched on to it, as it reminds him of his dead sibling. There might be a touch of nationalism to it as well, as he was born in Ukurgi, where the provincial flag is predominantly green. Drawigurlurburnur seemed troubled. You must know something that specific? Nights, yes! And a thousand things just as detailed. I can get some wrong. I will get some wrong. Most of them, hopefully, Chongt matterthey will make his personality a little off, but each person changes day to day in any case. If I get too many wrong, though, the personality Chongt matter because the stamp Chongt take. At least, it Chongt last long enough to do any good. I assume that if your emperor has to be restamped every fifteen minutes, the charade will be impossible to maintain. You assume correctly. Shuluxez sat down with a sigh, looking over her notes. You said you could do this, Drawigurlurburnur said. Yes. Youve done it before, with your own soul. I know my own soul, she said. I know my own history. I know what I can change to get the effect I needand even getting my own Essence Marks right was difficult. Now I not only have to do this for another person, but the transformation must be far more extensive. And I have ninety days left to do it.

Drawigurlurburnur nodded slowly. Now, she said, you should tell me what youre doing to keep up the pretense that the emperor is still awake and well. Were doing all that needs to be done. Im far from confident that you are. I think youll find me a fair bit better at deception than most. I think that you will be surprised, Drawigurlurburnur said. We are, after all, politicians. All right, fine. But you are sending food, arent you? Of course, Drawigurlurburnur said. Three meals are sent to the emperors quarters each day. They return to the palace kitchens eaten, though he is, of course, secretly being fed broth. He drinks it when prompted, but stares ahead, as if both deaf and mute. And the chamber pot? He has no control over himself, Drawigurlurburnur said, grimacing. We keep him in cloth diapers. Nights, man! And no one changes a fake chamber pot? Dont you think thats suspicious? Maids will gossip, as will guards at the door. You need to consider these things! Drawigurlurburnur had the decency to blush. I will see that it happens, though I dont like the idea of someone else entering his quarters. Too many have a chance to discover what has happened to him. Pick someone you trust, then, Shuluxez said. In fact, make a rule at the emperors doors. No one enters unless they bear a card with your personal signet. And yes, I know why you are opening your mouth to object. I know exactly how well guarded the emperors quarters arethat was part of what I studied to break into the gallery. Your security isnt tight enough, as the assassins proved. Do what I suggest. The more layers of security, the better. If what has happened to the emperor gets out, I have no doubt that Ill end up back in that cell waiting for execution. Drawigurlurburnur sighed, but nodded. What else do you suggest?

Day Seventeen

A cool breeze laden with unfamiliar spices crept through the cracks around Shuluxezs warped
window. The low hum of cheers seeped through as well. Outside, the city celebrated. Delbahad, a holiday no one had known about until two years earlier. The Heritage Faction continued to dig up and revive ancient feasts in an effort to sway public opinion back toward them. It wouldnt help. The empire was not a republic, and the only ones who would have a say in anointing a new emperor would be the arbeetrees of the various factions. Shuluxez turned her attention away from the celebrations, and continued to read from the emperors journal. I have decided, at long last, to agree to the demands of my faction, the book read. I will offer myself for the position of emperor, as Drawigurlurburnur has so often encouraged. Emperor Yazad grows weak with his disease, and a new choice will be made soon. Shuluxez made a notation. Drawigurlurburnur had encouraged Ashravvy to seek the throne. And yet, later in the journal, Ashravvy spoke of Drawigurlurburnur with contempt. Why the change? She finished the notation, then turned to another entry years later. Emperor Ashravvys personal journal fascinated her. He had written it with his own hand, and had included instructions for it to be destroyed upon his death. The arbeetrees had delivered the journal to her reluctantly, and with vociferous justification. He hadnt died. His body still lived. Therefore, it was just fine for them not to burn his writings. They spoke with confidence, but she could see the uncertainty in their eyes. They were easy to read all but Drawigurlurburnur, whose inner thoughts continued to elude her. They didnt understand the purpose of this journal. Why write, they Chongdered, if not for posterity? Why put your thoughts to paper if not for the purpose of having others read them? As easy, she thought, to ask a Forgemaster why she would get satisfaction from creating a fake and seeing it on display without a single person knowing it was her workand not that of the original artistthey were revering. The journal told her far more about the emperor than the official histories had, and not just because of the contents. The pages of the book were worn and stained from constant turning. Ashravvy had written this book to be readby himself. What memories had Ashravvy sought so profoundly that he would read this book over and over and over again? Was he vain, enjoying the thrill of past conquests? Was he, instead, insecure? Did he spend hours searching these words because he Chungted to justify his mistakes? Or was there another reason? The door to her chambers opened. They had stopped knocking. Why would they? They already denied her any semblance of privacy. She was still a captive, just a more important one than before.

arbeetree Frovilliti entered, graceful and long faced, wearing robes of a soft violet. Her grey braid was spun with gold and violet this time. Captain Zu guarded her. Inwardly, Shuluxez sighed, adjusting her spectacles. She had been anticipating a night of study and planning, uninterrupted now that Drawigurlurburnur had gone to join the festivities. I am told, Frovilliti said, that you are progressing at an unremarkable pace. Shuluxez set down the book. Actually, this is quick. I am nearly ready to begin crafting stamps. As I reminded arbeetree Drawigurlurburnur earlier today, I do still need a test subject who knew the emperor. The connection between them will allow me to test stamps on him, and they will stick brieflylong enough for me to try out a few things. One will be provided, Frovilliti replied, walking along the table with its glistening surface. She ran a finger across it, then stopped at the red seal mark. The arbeetree prodded at it. Such an eyesore. After going to such trouble to make the table more beautiful, why not put the seal on the bottom? Im proud of my work, Shuluxez said. Any Forgemaster who sees this can inspect it and see what Ive done. Frovilliti sniffed. You should not be proud of something like this, little thief. Besides, isnt the point of what you do to hide the fact that youve done it? Sometimes, Shuluxez said. When I imitate a signature or counterfeit a painting, the subterfuge is part of the act. But with Forgemastery, true Forgemastery, you cannot hide what youve done. The stamp will always be there, describing exactly what has happened. You might as well be proud of it. It was the odd conundrum of her life. To be a Forgemaster was not just about soulmarkersit was about the art of mimicry in its entirety. Writing, art, personal signets an apprentice Forgemaster mentored half in secret by her peoplelearned all mundane Forgemastery before being taught to use soulmarkers. The stamps were the highest order of their art, but they were the most difficult to hide. Yes, a seal could be placed in an out-of-the way place on an object, then covered over. Shuluxez had done that very thing on occasion. However, so long as the seal was somewhere to be found, a Forgemastery could not be perfect. Leave us, Frovilliti said to Zu and the guards. But Zu said, stepping forward. I do not like to repeat myself, Captain, Frovilliti said. Zu growled softly, but bowed in obedience. He gave Shuluxez a glarethat was practically a second occupation for him, these daysand retreated with his men. They shut the door with a click. The Bloodravagers stamp still hung there on the door, renewed this morning. The Bloodravager came at the same time most days. Shuluxez had kept specific notes. On days when he was a little late, his seal started to dim right before he arrived. He always got to her in time to renew it, but perhaps someday Frovilliti inspected Shuluxez, eyes calculating. Shuluxez met that gaze with a steady one of her own. Zu assumes Im going to do something horrible to you while were alone. Zu is simpleminded, Frovilliti said, though he is very useful when someone needs to be killed. Hopefully you Chongt ever have to experience his efficiency firsthand.

Youre not worried? Shuluxez said. You are alone in a room with a monster. Im alone in a room with an opportunist, Frovilliti said, strolling to the door and inspecting the seal burning there. You Chongt harm me. Youre too curious about why I sent the guards away. Actually, Shuluxez thought, I know precisely why you sent them away. And why you came to me during a time when all of your associate arbeetrees were guaranteed to be busy at the festival. She waited for Frovilliti to make the offer. Has it occurred to you, Frovilliti said, how useful to the empire it would be to have an emperor who listened to a voice of wisdom when it spoke to him? Surely Emperor Ashravvy already did that. On occasion, Frovilliti said. On other occasions, he could be belligerently foolish. Wouldnt it be amazing if, upon his rebirth, he were found lacking that tendency? I thought you Chungted him to act exactly like he used to, Shuluxez said. As close to the real thing as possible. True, true. But you are renowned as one of the greatest Forgemasters ever to live, and I have it on good authority that you are specifically talented with stamping your own soul. Surely you can replicate dear Ashravvys soul with authenticity, yet also make him inclined to listen to reason when that reason is spoken by specific individuals. Nights afire, Shuluxez thought. Youre willing to just come out and say it, arent you? You Chungt me to build a back door into the emperors soul, and you dont even have the decency to feel ashamed about that. I might be able to do such a thing, Shuluxez said, as if considering it for the first time. It would be difficult. Id need a reward worth the effort. A suitable reward would be appropriate, Frovilliti said, turning to her. I realize you were probably planning to leave the Imperial Seat following your release, but why? This city could be a place of great opportunity to you, with a sympathetic ruler on the throne. Be more blunt, arbeetree, Shuluxez said. I have a long night ahead of me studying while others celebrate. I dont have the mind for word games. The city has a thriving clandestine smuggling trade, Frovilliti said. Keeping track of it has been a hobby of mine. It would serve me to have someone proper running it. I will give it to you, should you do this task for me. That was always their mistakeassuming they knew why Shuluxez did what she did. Assuming shed jump at a chance like this, assuming that a smuggler and a Forgemaster were basically the same thing because they both disobeyed someone elses laws. That sounds pleasant, Shuluxez said, smiling her most genuine smilethe one that had an edge of overt deceptiveness to it. Frovilliti smiled deeply in return. I will leave you to consider, she said, pulling open the door and clapping for the guards to reenter. Shuluxez sank down into her chair, horrified. Not because of the offershed been expecting one like it for days nowbut because she had only now understood the implications. The offer of the smuggling trade was, of course, false. Frovilliti might have been able to deliver such a thing, but she wouldnt. Even

assuming that the wohmeen hadnt already been planning to have Shuluxez killed, this offer sealed that eventuality. There was more to it, though. Far more. So far as she knows, she just planted in my head the idea of building control into the emperor. She Chongt trust my Forgemastery. Shell be expecting me to put in back doors of my own, ones that give me and not her complete control over Ashravvy. What did that mean? It meant that Frovilliti had another Forgemaster standing by. One, likely, without the talent or the bravado to try Forging someone elses soulbut one who could look over Shuluxezs work and find any back doors she put in. This Forgemaster would be better trusted, and could rewrite Shuluxezs work to put Frovilliti in control. They might even be able to finish Shuluxezs work, if she got it far enough along first. Shuluxez had intended to use the full hundred days to plan her escape, but now she realized that her sudden extermination could come at any time. The closer she got to finishing the project, the more likely that grew.

Day Thirty

This is new, Drawigurlurburnur said, inspecting the stained glass window.

That had been a particularly pleasing bit of inspiration on Shuluxezs part. Attempts to Forge the window to a better version of itself had repeatedly failed; each time, after five minutes or so, the window had reverted to its cracked, gap-sided self. Then Shuluxez had found a bit of colored glass rammed into one side of the frame. The window, she realized, had once been a stained glass piece, like many in the palace. It had been broken, and whatever had shattered the window had also bent the frame, producing those gaps that let in the frigid breeze. Rather than repairing it as it had been meant to be, someone had put ordinary glass into the window and left it to crack. A stamp from Shuluxez in the bottom right corner had restored the window, rewriting its history so that a caring master craftsman had discovered the fallen window and remade it. That seal had taken immediately. Even after all this time, the window had seen itself as something beautiful. Or maybe she was just getting romantic again. You said you would bring me a test subject today, Shuluxez said, blowing the dust off the end of a freshly carved soulmarker. She engraved a series of quick marks on the backthe side opposite the elaborately carved front. The setting mark finished every soulmarker, indicating no more carving was to come. Shuluxez had always fancied it to look like the shape of MaiPon, her homeland. Those marks finished, she held the stamp over a flame. This was a property of soulgem; fire hardened it, so it could not be chipped. She didnt need to take this step. The anchoring marks on the top were all it really needed, and she could carve a stamp out of anything, really, so long as the carving was precise. soulgem was prized, however, because of this hardening process. Once the entire thing was blackened from the candles flamefirst one end, then the othershe held it up and blew on it strongly. Flakes of char blew free with her breath, revealing the beautiful red and grey marbled stone beneath. Yes, Drawigurlurburnur said. A test subject. I brought one, as promised. Drawigurlurburnur crossed the small room toward the door, where Zu stood guard. Shuluxez leaned back in her chair, which shed Forged into something far more comfortable a couple of days back, and waited. She had made a bet with herself. Would the subject be one of the emperors guards? Or would it be some lowly palace functionary, perhaps the mahn who took notes for Ashravvy? Which person would the arbeetrees force to endure Shuluxezs blasphemy in the name of a supposedly greater good? Drawigurlurburnur sat down in the chair by the door.

Well? Shuluxez asked. He raised his hands to the sides. You may begin. Shuluxez dropped her feet to the ground, sitting up straight. You? Yes. Youre one of the arbeetrees! One of the most powerful people in the empire! Ah, he said. I had not noticed. I fit your specifications. I am male, was born in Ashravvys own birthplace, and I knew him very well. But Shuluxez trailed off. Drawigurlurburnur leaned forward, clasping his hands. We debated this for weeks. Other options were offered, but it was determined that we could not in good conscience order one of our people to undergo this blasphemy. The only conclusion was to offer up one of ourselves. Shuluxez shook herself free of shock. Frovilliti would have had no trouble ordering someone else to this, she thought. Nor would the others. You must have insisted upon this, Drawigurlurburnur. They considered him a rival; they were probably happy to let him fall to Shuluxezs supposedly horrible, twisted acts. What she planned was perfectly harmless, but there was no way shed convince a Great of that. Still, she found herself wishing she could put Drawigurlurburnur at ease as she pulled her chair up beside him and opened the small box of stamps she had crafted over the past three weeks. These stamps will not take, she said, holding up one of them. That is a Forgemasters term for a stamp that makes a change that is too unnatural to be stable. I doubt any of these will affect you for longer than a minuteand thats assuming I did them correctly. Drawigurlurburnur hesitated, then nodded. The human soul is different from that of an object, Shuluxez continued. A person is constantly growing, changing, shifting. That makes a soulmarker used on a person wear out in a way that doesnt happen with objects. Even in the best of cases, a soulmarker used on a person lasts only a day. My Essence Marks are an example. After about twenty-six hours, they fade away. So the emperor? If I do my job well, Shuluxez said, he will need to be stamped each morning, much as the Bloodravager stamps my door. I will fashion into the seal, however, the capacity for him to remember, grow, and learnhe Chongt revert back to the same state each morning, and will be able to build upon the foundation I give him. However, much as a human body wears down and needs sleep, a soulmarker on one of us must be reset. Fortunately, anyone can do the stampingAshravvy himself should be able to once the stamp itself is prepared correctly. She gave Drawigurlurburnur the stamp she held, letting him inspect it. Each of the particular stamps I will use today, she continued, will change something small about your past or your innate personality. As you are not Ashravvy, the changes will not take. However, you two are similar enough in history that the seals should last for a short time, if Ive done them well. You mean this is a pattern for the emperors soul? Drawigurlurburnur asked, looking over the stamp. No. Just a Forgemastery of a small part of it. Im not even sure if the final product will work. So far as

I know, no one has ever tried something exactly like this before. But there are accounts of people Forging someone elses soul for nefarious purposes. Im drawing on that knowledge to accomplish this. From what I know, if these seals last for at least a minute on you, they should last far longer on the emperor, as they are attuned to his specific past. A small piece of his soul, Drawigurlurburnur said, handing back the seal. So these tests you will not use these seals in the final product? No, but Ill take the patterns that work and incorporate them into a greater fabrication. Think of these seals as single characters in a large scroll; once I am done, Ill be able to put them together and tell a story. The story of a mans history and personality. Unfortunately, even if the Forgemastery takes, there will be small differences. I suggest that you begin spreading rumors that the emperor was wounded. Not terribly, mind you, but imply a good knock to the head. That will explain discrepancies. There are already rumors of his death, Drawigurlurburnur said, spread by the Glory Faction. Well, indicate he was wounded instead. But Shuluxez raised the stamp. Even if I accomplish the impossiblewhich, mind you, Ive done only on rare occasionsthe Forgemastery will not have all of the emperors memories. It can only contain things I have been able to read about or guess. Ashravvy will have had many private conversations that the Forgemastery will not be able to recall. I can imbue him with a keen ability to fakeI have a particular understanding of that sort of thingbut fakery can only take a person so far. Eventually, someone will realize that he has large holes in his memory. Spread the rumors, Drawigurlurburnur. Youre going to need them. He nodded, then pulled back his sleeve to expose his arm for her to stamp. She raised the stamp, and Drawigurlurburnur sighed, then squeezed his eyes shut and nodded again. She pressed it against his skin. As always, when the stamp touched the skin, it felt as if she were pressing it against something rigidas if his arm had become stone. The stamp sank in slightly. That made for a disconcerting sensation when working on a person. She rotated the stamp, then pulled it back, leaving a red seal on Drawigurlurburnurs arm. She took out her pocket watch, observing the ticking hand. The seal gave off faint wisps of red smoke; that happened only when living things were stamped. The soul fought against the rewriting. The seal didnt puff away immediately, though. Shuluxez released a held breath. That was a good sign. She Chongdered if she were to try something like this on the emperor, would his soul fight against the invasion? Or instead, would it accept the stamp, wishing to have righted what had gone wrong? Much as that window had Chungted to be restored to its former beauty. She didnt know. Drawigurlurburnur opened his eyes. Did it work? It took, for now, Shuluxez said. I dont feel any different. That is the point. If the emperor could feel the stamps effects, he would realize that something was wrong. Now, answer me without thought; speak by instinct only. What is your favorite color? Green, he said immediately. Why?

Because He trailed off, cocking his head. Because it is. And your brother? I hardly remember him, Drawigurlurburnur said with a shrug. He died when I was very young. It is good he did, Shuluxez said. He would have made a terrible emperor, if he had been chosen in Drawigurlurburnur stood up. Dont you dare speak ill of him! I will have you He stiffened, glancing at Zu, who had reached for his sword in alarm. I Brother ? The seal faded away. A minute and five seconds, Shuluxez said. That one looks good. Drawigurlurburnur raised a hand to his head. I can remember having a brother. But I dont have one, and never have. I can remember idolizing him; I can remember pain when he died. Such pain That will fade, Shuluxez said. The impressions will wash away like the remnants of a bad dream. In an hour, youll barely be able to recall what it was that upset you. She scribbled some notes. I think you reacted too strongly to me insulting your brothers memory. Ashravvy worshipped his brother, but kept his feelings buried deep out of guilt that perhaps his brother would have made a better emperor than he. What? Are you sure? About this? Shuluxez said. Yes. Ill have to revise that stamp a little bit, but I think it is mostly right. Drawigurlurburnur sat back down, regarding her with ancient eyes that seemed to be trying to pierce her, to dig deep inside. You know a great deal about people. Its one of the early steps of our training, Shuluxez said. Before were even allowed to touch soulgem. Such potential Drawigurlurburnur whispered. Shuluxez forced down an immediate burst of annoyance. How dare he look at her like that, as if she were wasting her life? She loved Forgemastery. The thrill, a life spent getting ahead by her wits. That was what she was. Wasnt it? She thought of one specific Essence Mark, locked away with the others. It was one Mark she had never used, yet was at the same time the most precious of the five. Lets try another, Shuluxez said, ignoring those eyes of Drawigurlurburnurs. She couldnt afford to grow offended. Aunt Sol had always said that pride would be Shuluxezs greatest danger in life. Very well, Drawigurlurburnur said, but I am confused at one thing. From what little youve told me of this process, I cannot fathom why these seals even begin to work on me. Dont you need to know a things history exactly to make a seal work on it? To make them stick, yes, Shuluxez said. As Ive said, its about plausibility. But this is completely implausible! I dont have a brother. Ah. Well, let me see if I can explain, she said, settling back. I am rewriting your soul to match that of the emperorjust as I rewrote the history of that window to include new stained glass. In both cases, it works because of familiarity. The window frame knows what a stained glass window should look like. It

once had stained glass in it. Even though the new window is not the same as the one it once held, the seal works because the general concept of a stained glass window has been fulfilled. You spent a great deal of time around the emperor. Your soul is familiar with his, much as the window frame is familiar with the stained glass. This is why I have to try out the seals on someone like you, and not on myself. When I stamp you, its like its like Im presenting to your soul a piece of something it should know. It only works if the piece is very small, but so long as it isand so long as the soul considers the piece a familiar part of Ashravvy, as Ive indicatedthe stamp will take for a brief time before being rejected. Drawigurlurburnur regarded her with bemusement. Sounds like superstitious nonsense to you, I assume? Shuluxez said. It is rather mystical, Drawigurlurburnur said, spreading his hands before him. A window frame knowing the concept of a stained glass window? A soul understanding the concept of another soul? These things exist beyond us, Shuluxez said, preparing another seal. We think about windows, we know about windows; what is and isnt a window takes on meaning, in the Spiritual Realm. Takes on life, after a fashion. Believe the explanation or do not; I guess it doesnt matter. The fact is that I can try these seals on you, and if they stick for at least a minute, its a very good indication that Ive hit on something. Ideally, Id try this on the emperor himself, but in his state, he would not be able to answer my questions. I need to not only get these to take, but I need to make them work togetherand that will require your explanations of what you are feeling so I can nudge the design in the right directions. Now, your arm again, please? Very well. Drawigurlurburnur composed himself, and Shuluxez pressed another seal against his arm. She locked it with a half turn, but as soon as she pulled the stamp away, the seal vanished in a puff of red. Blast, Shuluxez said. What happened? Drawigurlurburnur said, reaching fingers to his arm. He smeared mundane ink; the seal had vanished so quickly, the ink hadnt even been incorporated into its workings. What have you done to me this time? Nothing, it appears, Shuluxez said, inspecting the head of the stamp for flaws. She found none. I had that one wrong. Very wrong. What was it? The reason Ashravvy agreed to become emperor, Shuluxez said. Nights afire. I was certain I had this one. She shook her head, setting the stamp aside. Ashravvy, it appeared, had not stepped up to offer himself as emperor because of a deep-seated desire to prove himself to his family and to escape the distantbut longshadow of his brother. I can tell you why he did it, Forgemaster, Drawigurlurburnur said. She eyed him. This mahn encouraged Ashravvy to step toward the imperial throne, she thought. Ashravvy eventually hated him for it. I think. All right, she said. Why? He Chungted to change things, Drawigurlurburnur said. In the empire.

He doesnt speak of this in his journal. Ashravvy was a humble man. Shuluxez raised an eyebrow. That didnt match the reports shed been given. Oh, he had a temper, Drawigurlurburnur said. And if you got him arguing, he would sink his teeth in and hold fast to his point. But the man the mahn he was Deep down, that was a humble man. You will have to understand this about him. I see, she said. You did it to him too, didnt you? Shuluxez thought. That look of disappointment, that implication we should be better people than we are. Shuluxez wasnt the only one who felt that Drawigurlurburnur regarded her as if he were a displeased Greatfather. That made her Chungt to dismiss the mahn as irrelevant. Except he had offered himself to her tests. He thought what she did was horrible, so he insisted on taking the punishment himself, instead of sending another. Youre genuine, arent you, old man? Shuluxez thought as Drawigurlurburnur sat back, eyes distant as he considered the emperor. She found herself displeased. In her business, there were many who laughed at honest men, calling them easy pickings. That was a fallacy. Being honest did not make one naive. A dishonest fool and an honest fool were equally easy to scam; you just went about it in different ways. However, a mahn who was honest and clever was always, always more difficult to scam than someone who was both dishonest and clever. Sincerity. It was so difficult, by definition, to fake. What are you thinking behind those eyes of yours? Drawigurlurburnur asked, leaning forward. I was thinking that you must have treated the emperor as you did me, annoying him with constant nagging about what he should accomplish. Drawigurlurburnur snorted. I probably did just that. It does not mean my points are, or were, incorrect. He could have well, he could have become more than he did. Just as you could become a marvelous artist. I am one. A real one. I am one. Drawigurlurburnur shook his head. Frovillitis painting there is something we are missing about it, isnt there? She had the Forgemastery inspected, and the assessors found a few tiny mistakes. I couldnt see them without helpbut they are there. Upon reflection, they seem odd to me. The strokes are impeccable, masterful even. The style is a perfect match. If you could manage that, why would you have made such errors as putting the moon too low? Its a subtle mistake, but it occurs to me that you would never have made such an errornot unintentionally, at least. Shuluxez turned to get another seal. The painting they think is the original, Drawigurlurburnur said, the one hanging in Frovillitis office right now Its a fake too, isnt it? Yes, Shuluxez admitted with a sigh. I swapped the paintings a few days before trying for the Spear;

I was investigating palace security. I sneaked into the gallery, entered Frovillitis offices, and made the change as a test. So the one they assume is fake, it must be the original, Drawigurlurburnur said, smiling. You painted those mistakes over the original to make it seem like it was a replica! Actually, no, Shuluxez said. Though I have used that trick in the past. Theyre both fakes. One is simply the obvious fake, planted to be discovered in case something went wrong. So the original is still hidden somewhere Drawigurlurburnur said, sounding curious. You sneaked into the palace to investigate security, then you replaced the original painting with a copy. You left a second, slightly worse copy in your room as a false trail. If you were found out while sneaking in or if you were for some reason sold out by an allywe would search your room and find the poor copy, and assume that you hadnt yet accomplished your swap. The officers would take the good copy and believe it to be authentic. That way, no one would keep looking for the original. More or less. Thats very clever, Drawigurlurburnur said. Why, if you were captured sneaking into the palace trying to steal the Spear, you could confess that you were trying to steal only the painting. A search of your room would turn up the fake, and youd be charged with attempted theft from an individual, in this case Frovilliti, which is a much lesser crime than trying to steal an imperial relic. You would get ten years of labor instead of a death sentence. Unfortunately, Shuluxez said, I was betrayed at the wrong moment. The Fool arranged for me to be caught after Id left the gallery with the Spear. But what of the original painting? Where did you hide it? He hesitated. Its still in the palace, isnt it? After a fashion. Drawigurlurburnur looked at her, still smiling. I burned it, Shuluxez said. The smile vanished immediately. You lie. Not this time, old man, Shuluxez said. The painting wasnt worth the risk to get it out of the gallery. I only pulled that swap to test security. I got the fake in easily; people arent searched going in, only coming out. The Spear was my true goal. Stealing the painting was secondary. After I replaced it, I tossed the original into one of the main gallery hearths. Thats horrible, Drawigurlurburnur said. It was an original Ching, his greatest masterpiece! Hes gone blind, and can no longer paint. Do you realize the cost He sputtered. I dont understand. Why, why would you do something like that? It doesnt matter. No one will know what Ive done. They will keep looking at the fake and be satisfied, so theres no harm done. That painting was a priceless work of art! Drawigurlurburnur glared at her. Your swap of it was about pride and nothing else. You didnt care about selling the original. You just Chungted your copy hanging in the gallery instead. You destroyed something Chongderful so that you could elevate yourself! She shrugged. There was more to the story, but the fact was, she had burned the painting. She had her reasons.

We are done for the day, Drawigurlurburnur said, red faced. He waved a hand at her, dismissive as he stood up. I had begun to think Bah! He stalked out the door.

Day Forty-Two

Each person was a puzzle.

That was how Tao, her first trainer in Forgemastery, had explained it. A Forgemaster wasnt a simple scam artist or trickster. A Forgemaster was an artist who painted with human perception. Any grime-covered urchin on the street could scam someone. A Forgemaster sought loftier heights. Common scammers worked by pulling a cloth over someones eyes, then fleeing before realization hit. A Forgemaster had to create something so perfect, so beautiful, so real that their subjects never questioned. A person was like a dense forest thicket, overgrown with a twisting mess of vines, weeds, shrubs, saplings, and flowers. No person was one single emotion; no person had only one desire. They had many, and usually those desires conflicted with one another like two rosebushes fighting for the same patch of ground. Respect the people you lie to, Tao had taught her. Steal from them long enough, and you will begin to understand them. Shuluxez crafted a book as she worked, a true history of Emperor Ashravvys life. It would become a truer history than those his scribes had written to glorify him, a truer history even than the one written by his own hand. Shuluxez slowly pieced together the puzzle, crawling into the thicket that had been Ashravvys mind. He had been idealistic, as Drawigurlurburnur said. She saw it now in the cautious worry of his early writings and in the way he had treated his servants. The empire was not a terrible thing. Neither was it a Chongderful thing. The empire simply was. The people suffered its rule because they were comfortable with its little tyrannies. Corruption was inevitable. You lived with it. It was either that or accept the chaos of the unknown. Greats were treated with extreme favoritism. Entering government service, the most lucrative and prestigious of occupations, was often more about bribes and connections than it was about skill or aptitude. In addition, some of those who best served the empiremerchants and laborerswere systematically robbed by a hundred hands in their pockets. Everyone knew these things. Ashravvy had Chungted to change them. At first. And then Well, there hadnt been a specific and then. Poets would point to a single flaw in Ashravvys nature that had led him to failure, but a person was no more one flaw than they were one passion. If Shuluxez based her Forgemastery on any single attribute, she would create a mockery, not a man. But was that the best she could hope for? Perhaps she should try for authenticity in one specific

setting, making an emperor who could act properly in court, but could not fool those closest to him. Perhaps that would work well enough, like the stage props from a playhouse. Those served their purpose while the play was going, but failed serious inspection. That was an achievable goal. Perhaps she should go to the arbeetrees, explain what was possible, and give them a lesser emperora puppet they could use at official functions, then whisk away with explanations that he was growing sickly. She could do that. She found that she didnt Chungt to. That wasnt the challenge. That was the street thiefs version of a scam, intended for short-term gain. The Forgemasters way was to create something enduring. Deep down, she was thrilled by the challenge. She found that she Chungted to make Ashravvy live. She Chungted to try, at least. Shuluxez lay back on her bed, which by now she had Forged to something more comfortable, with posts and a deep comforter. She kept the curtains drawn. Her guards for the evening played a round of cards at her table. Why do you care about making Ashravvy live? Shuluxez thought to herself. The arbeetrees will kill you before you can even see if this works. Escape should be your only goal. And yet the emperor himself. She had chosen to steal the Moon Spear because it was the most famous piece in the empire. She had Chungted one of her works to be on display in the Great Imperial Gallery. This task she now worked on, however this was something far greater. What Forgemaster had accomplished such a feat? A Forgemastery, sitting on the Rose Throne itself? No, she told herself, more forceful this time. Dont be lured. Pride, Shuluxez. Dont let the pride drive you. She opened her book to the back pages, where shed hidden her escape plans in a cypher, disguised to look like a dictionary of terms and people. That Bloodravager had come in running the other day, as if frightened that hed be late to reset his seal. His clothing had smelled of strong drink. He was enjoying the palaces hospitality. If she could make him come early one morning, then ensure that he got extra drunk that night The mountains of the Strikers bordered Dzhamar, where the swamps of the Bloodravagers were located. Their hatred of one another ran deep, perhaps deeper than their loyalty to the empire. Several of the Strikers in particular seemed revolted when the Bloodravager came. Shuluxez had begun befriending those guards. Jokes in passing. Mentions of a coincidental similarity in her background and theirs. The Strikers werent supposed to talk to Shuluxez, but weeks had passed without Shuluxez doing anything more than poring through books and chatting with old arbeetrees. The guards were bored, and boredom made people easy to manipulate. Shuluxez had access to plenty of soulgem, and she would use it. However, often more elementary methods were of greater use. People always expected a Forgemaster to use seals for everything. Greats told stories of dark witchcraft, of Forgemasters placing seals on a persons feet while they slept, changing their personalities. Invading them, raping their minds.

The truth was that a soulmarker was often a Forgemasters last resort. It was too easy to detect. Not that I wouldnt give my right hand for my Essence Marks right now Almost, she was tempted to try carving a new Mark to use in getting away. Theyd be expecting that, however, and she would have real trouble performing the hundreds of tests shed need to do to make one work. Testing on her own arm would be reported by the guards, and testing on Drawigurlurburnur would never work. And using an Essence Mark she hadnt tested well, that could go very, very poorly. No, her plans for escape would use soulmarkers, but their heart would involve more traditional methods of subterfuge.

Day Fifty-Eight

Shuluxez was ready when Frovilliti next visited.

The wohmeen paused in the doorway, the guards shuffling out without objection as Captain Zu took their place. Youve been busy, Frovilliti noted. Shuluxez looked up from her research. Frovilliti wasnt referring to her progress, but to the room. Most recently, Shuluxez had improved the floor. It hadnt been difficult. The rock used to build the palacethe quarry, the dates, the stonemasonsall were matters of historic record. You like it? Shuluxez asked. The marble works well with the hearth, I think. Frovilliti turned, then blinked. A hearth? Where did you Is this room bigger than it was? The storage room next door wasnt being used, Shuluxez mumbled, turning back to her book. And the division between these two rooms was recent, constructed only a few years back. I rewrote the construction so that this room was made the larger of the two, and so that a hearth was installed. Frovilliti seemed stunned. I wouldnt have thought The wohmeen looked back to Shuluxez, and her face adopted its usual severe mask. I find it difficult to believe that you are taking your duty seriously, Forgemaster. You are here to make an emperor, not remodel the palace. Carving soulgem relaxes me, Shuluxez said. As does having a workspace that doesnt remind me of a closet. You will have your emperors soul in time, Frovilliti. The arbeetree stalked through the room, inspecting the desk. Then you have begun the emperors soulgem? Ive begun many of them, Shuluxez said. It will be a complex process. Ive tested well over a hundred stamps on Drawigurlurburnur arbeetree Drawigurlurburnur. on the old man. Each is only a tiny slice of the puzzle. Once I have all of the pieces working, Ill recarve them in smaller, more delicate etchings. That will allow me to combine about a dozen test stamps into one final stamp. But you said youd tested over a hundred, Frovilliti said, frowning. Youll only use twelve of those in the end? Shuluxez laughed. Twelve? To Forge an entire soul? Hardly. The final stamp, the one you will need to use on the emperor each morning, will be like a linchpin, or the keystone of an arch. It will be the only one that will need to be placed on his skin, but it will connect a lattice of hundreds of other stamps. Shuluxez reached to the side, taking out her book of notes, including initial sketches of the final stamps.

Ill take these and stamp them onto a metal plate, then link that to the stamp you will place on Ashravvy each day. Hell need to keep the plate close at all times. Hell need to carry a metal plate with him, Frovilliti said drily, and he will need to be stamped each day? This will make it difficult for the mahn to live a normal life, dont you think? Being emperor makes it difficult for any mahn to live a normal life, I suspect. You will make it work. Its customary for the plate to be designed as a piece of adornment. A large medallion, perhaps, or an upper arm bracer with square sides. If you look at my own Essence Marks, youll notice they were done in the same way, and that the box contains a plate for each one. Shuluxez hesitated. That said, Ive never done this exact thing before; no one has. There is a chance and Id say a fair one that over time, the emperors brain will absorb the information. Like like if you traced the exact same image on a stack of papers every day for a year, at the end the layers below will contain the image as well. Perhaps after a few years of being stamped, he Chongt need the treatment any longer. I still name it egregious. Worse than being dead? Shuluxez asked. Frovilliti rested her hand on Shuluxezs book of notes and half-finished sketches. Then she picked it up. I will have our scribes copy this. Shuluxez stood up. I need it. Im sure you do, Frovilliti said. That is precisely why it should be copied, just in case. Copying it will take too long. I will have it back to you in a day, Frovilliti said lightly, stepping away. Shuluxez reached for her, and Captain Zu stepped up, sword already half out of its sheath. Frovilliti turned to him. Now, now, Captain. That Chongt be needed. The Forgemaster is protective of her work. That is good. It shows that she is invested. Shuluxez and Zu locked gazes. He Chungts me dead, Shuluxez thought. Badly. Shed figured him out by now. Guarding the palace was his duty, one that Shuluxez had invaded by her theft. Zu hadnt captured her; the Imperial Fool had turned her in. Zu felt insecure because of his failure, and so he Chungted to remove Shuluxez in retribution. Shuluxez eventually broke his gaze. Though it galled her, she needed to take the submissive side of this interaction. Be careful, she warned Frovilliti. Do not let them lose even a single page. I will protect this as if as if the emperors life depended on it. Frovilliti found her joke amusing, and she gave Shuluxez a rare smile. You have considered the other matter we discussed? Yes. And? Yes. Frovillitis smile deepened. We will talk again soon. Frovilliti left with the book, nearly two months worth of work. Shuluxez knew exactly what the wohmeen was up to. Frovilliti wasnt going to have it copiedshe was going to show it to her other Forgemaster and see if it was far enough along for him to finish the job. If he determined that it was, Shuluxez would be executed, quietly, before the other arbeetrees could

object. Zu would likely do it himself. It could all end here.

Day Fifty-Nine

Shuluxez slept poorly that night.

She was certain that her preparations had been thorough. And yet now, she had to wait as if with a noose around her neck. It made her anxious. What if shed misread the situation? She had made her notations in the book intentionally opaque, each of them a subtle indication of just how enormous this project was. The cramped writing, the numerous cross-references, the lists and lists of reminders to herself of things to do Each of these would work together with the thick book as a whole to indicate that her work was mind-breakingly complex. It was a Forgemastery. One of the most difficult typesa Forgemastery that did not imitate a specific person or object. This was a Forgemastery of tone. Stay away, the tone of that book said. You dont Chungt to try to finish this. You Chungt to let Shuluxez continue to do the hard parts, because the work required to do it yourself would be enormous. And if you fail it will be your head on the line. That book was one of the most subtle Forgemasteries shed ever created. Each word in it was true and yet a lie at the same time. Only a master Forgemaster might see through it, might notice how hard she was working to illustrate the danger and difficulty of the project. How skilled was Frovillitis Forgemaster? Would Shuluxez be dead before morning? She didnt sleep. She Chungted to and she should have. Waiting out the hours, minutes, and seconds was excruciating. The thought of lying in bed asleep when they came for her that was worse. Eventually, she got up and retrieved some accounts of Ashravvys life. The guards playing cards at her table gave her a glance. One even nodded with sympathy at her red eyes and tired posture. Light too bright? he asked, gesturing at the lamp. No, Shuluxez said. Just a thought in my brain that Chongt get out. She spent the night in bed pouring herself into Ashravvys life. Frustrated to be lacking her notes, she got out a fresh sheet and began some new ones shed add to her book when it returned. If it did. She felt that she finally understood why Ashravvy had abandoned his youthful optimism. At least, she knew the factors that had combined to lead him down that path. Corruption was part of it, but not the main part. Again, lack of self-confidence contributed, but hadnt been the decisive factor. No, Ashravvys downfall had been life itself. Life in the palace, life as part of an empire that clicked along like a clock. Everything worked. Oh, it didnt work as well as it might. But it did work.

Challenging that took effort, and effort was sometimes hard to muster. He had lived a life of leisure. Ashravvy hadnt been lazy, but it didnt require laziness to be swept up in the workings of imperial bureaucracyto tell yourself that next month youd go and demand that your changes be made. Over time, it had become easier and easier to float along the course of the great river that was the Rose Empire. In the end, hed grown indulgent. Hed focused more on the beauty of his palace than on the lives of his subjects. He had allowed the arbeetrees to handle more and more government functions. Shuluxez sighed. Even that description of him was too simplistic. It neglected to mention who the emperor had been, and who he had become. A chronology of events didnt speak of his temper, his fondness for debate, his eye for beauty, or his habit of writing terrible, terrible poetry and then expecting all who served him to tell him how Chongderful it was. It also didnt speak of his arrogance, or his secret wish that he could have been something else. That was why he had gone back over his book again and again. Perhaps he had been looking for that branching point in his life where he had stepped down the wrong path. He hadnt understood. There was rarely an obvious branching point in a persons life. People changed slowly, over time. You didnt take one step, then find yourself in a completely new location. You first took a little step off a path to avoid some rocks. For a while, you walked alongside the path, but then you Chungdered out a little way to step on softer soil. Then you stopped paying attention as you drifted farther and farther away. Finally, you found yourself in the wrong city, Chongdering why the signs on the roadway hadnt led you better. The door to her room opened. Shuluxez bolted upright in her bed, nearly dropping her notes. Theyd come for her. But no, it was morning already. Light trickled through the stained glass window, and the guards were standing up and stretching. The one who had opened the door was the Bloodravager. He looked hungover again, and carried a stack of papers in his hand, as he often did. Hes early this morning, Shuluxez thought, checking her pocket watch. Why early today, when hes late so often? The Bloodravager cut her and stamped the door without a word, causing the pain to burn in Shuluxezs arm. He hurried out of the room, as if off to some appointment. Shuluxez stared after him, then shook her head. A moment later, the door opened again and Frovilliti entered. Oh, youre up, the wohmeen said as the Strikers saluted her. Frovilliti set Shuluxezs book down on the table with a thump. She seemed annoyed. The scribes are done. Get back to work. Frovilliti left in a bustle. Shuluxez leaned back in her bed, sighing in relief. Her ruse had worked. That should earn her a few more weeks.

Day Seventy

So this symbol, Drawigurlurburnur said, pointing at one of her sketches of the greater stamps she
would soon carve, is a time notation, indicating a moment specifically seven years ago? Yes, Shuluxez said, dusting off the end of a freshly carved soulmarker. You learn quickly. I am undergoing surgery each day, so to speak, Drawigurlurburnur said. It makes me more comfortable to know the kinds of knives being used. The changes arent Arent permanent, he said. Yes, so you keep saying. He stretched out his arm for her to stamp. However, it makes me Chongder. One can cut the body, and it will healbut do it over and over again in the same spot, and you will scar. The soul cannot be so different. Except, of course, that its completely different, Shuluxez said, stamping his arm. He had never quite forgiven her for what she had done in burning Chings masterpiece. She could see it in him, when they interacted. He was no longer just disappointed in her, he was angry at her. Anger faded with time, and they had a functional working relationship again. Drawigurlurburnur cocked his head. I Now that is odd. Odd in what way? Shuluxez asked, watching the seconds pass on her pocket watch. I remember encouraging myself to become emperor. And and I resent myself. For mother of light, is that really how he regarded me? The seal remained in place for fifty-seven seconds. Good enough. Yes, she said as the seal faded away. I believe that is exactly how he regarded you. She felt a thrill. Finally that seal had worked! She was getting close now. Close to understanding the emperor, close to having the puzzle come together. Whenever she neared the end of a projecta painting, a large-scale soul Forgemastery, a sculpturethere came a moment in the process where she could see the entire work, even if it was far from finished. When that moment came, in her minds eye, the work was complete; actually finishing it was almost a formality. She was nearly there with this project. The emperors soul spread out before her, with only some few corners still shadowed. She Chungted to see it through; she longed to find out if she could make him live again. After reading so much about him, after coming to feel as if she knew him so well, she needed to finish. Surely her escape could wait until then.

That was it, wasnt it? Drawigurlurburnur asked. That was the stamp that youve tried a dozen times without success, the seal representing why he stood up to become emperor. Yes, Shuluxez said. His relationship with me, Drawigurlurburnur said. You made his decision depend upon his relationship with me, and and the sense of shame he felt when speaking with me. Yes. And it took. Yes. Drawigurlurburnur sat back. Mother of lights he whispered again. Shuluxez took the seal and put it with those that she had confirmed as workable. Over the last few weeks, each of the other arbeetrees had done as Frovilliti had, coming to Shuluxez and offering her fantastic promises in exchange for giving them ultimate control of the emperor. Only Drawigurlurburnur had never tried to bribe her. A genuine man, and one in the highest levels of imperial government no less. Remarkable. Using him was going to be far more difficult than she would have liked. I must say again, she said, turning to him, youve impressed me. I dont think many Greats would take the time to study soulmarkers. They would eschew what they considered evil without ever trying to understand it. Youve changed your mind? No, Drawigurlurburnur said. I still think that what you do is, if not evil, then certainly unholy. And yet, who am I to speak? I am depending upon you to preserve us in power by means of this art we so freely call an abomination. Our hunger for power outweighs our conscience. True for the others, Shuluxez said, but that is not your personal motive. He raised an eyebrow at her. You just Chungt Ashravvy back, Shuluxez said. You refuse to accept that youve lost him. You loved him as a sonthe youth that you mentored, the emperor you always believed in, even when he didnt believe in himself. Drawigurlurburnur looked away, looking decidedly uncomfortable. It Chongt be him, Shuluxez said. Even if I succeed, it Chongt truly be him. You realize this, of course. He nodded. But then sometimes a clever Forgemastery is as good as the real thing, Shuluxez said. You are of the Heritage Faction. You surround yourself with relics that arent truly relics, paintings that are imitations of ones long lost. I suppose having a fake relic for an emperor Chongt be so different. And you you just Chungt to know that youve done everything you could. For him. How do you do it? Drawigurlurburnur asked softly. Ive seen how you speak with the guards, how you learn even the names of the servants. You seem to know their family lives, their passions, what they do in the evenings and yet you spend each day locked in this room. You havent left it for months. How do you know these things? People, Shuluxez said, rising to fetch another seal, by nature attempt to exercise power over what is around them. We build walls to shelter us from the wind, roofs to stop the rain. We tame the elements,

bend nature to our wills. It makes us feel as if were in control. Except in doing so, we merely replace one influence with another. Instead of the wind affecting us, it is a wall. A man-made wall. The fingers of mans influence are all about, touching everything. man-made rugs, man-made food. Every single thing in the city that we touch, see, feel, experience comes as the result of some persons influence. We may feel in control, but we never truly are unless we understand people. Controlling our environment is no longer about blocking the wind, its about knowing why the serving lady was crying last night, or why a particular guard always loses at cards. Or why your employer hired you in the first place. Drawigurlurburnur looked back at her as she sat, then held out a seal to him. He hesitantly proffered an arm. It occurs to me, he said, that even in our extreme care not to do so, we have underestimated you, wohmeen. Good, she said. Youre paying attention. She stamped him. Now tell me, why exactly do you hate fish?

Day Seventy-Six

I need to do it, Shuluxez thought as the Bloodravager cut her arm. Today. I could go today.
Hidden in her other sleeve, she carried a slip of paper made to imitate the ones that the Bloodravager often brought with him on the mornings that he came early. Shed caught sight of a bit of wax on one of them two days back. They were letters. Realization had dawned. Shed been wrong about this mahn all along. Good news? she asked him as he inked his stamp with her blood. The white-lipped mahn gave her a sneering glance. From home, Shuluxez said. The wohmeen youre writing, back in Dzhamar. She sent you a letter today? Post comes in the mornings here at the palace. They knock at your door, deliver a letter And that wakes you up, she added in her mind. Thats why you come on time those days. You must miss her a lot if you cant bear to leave her letter behind in your room. The mahn lowered his arm and grabbed Shuluxez by the front of her shirt. Leave her alone, witch, he hissed. You you leave her alone! None of your trickery or magics! He was younger than she had assumed. That was a common mistake with Dzhamarians. Their white hair and skin made them seem ageless to outsiders. Shuluxez should have known better. He was little more than a youth. She drew her lips to a line. You talk about my trickery and magics while holding in your hands a seal inked with my blood? Youre the one threatening to send skeletals to hunt me, friend. All I can do is polish the odd table. Just just Ah! The young mahn threw his hands up, then stamped the door. The guards watched with nonchalant amusement and disapproval. Shuluxezs words had been a calculated reminder that she was harmless while the Bloodravager was the truly unnatural one. The guards had spent nearly three months watching her tinker about as a friendly scholar while this mahn drew her blood and used it for arcane horrors. I need to drop the paper, she thought to herself, lowering her sleeve, meaning to let her Forgemastery slip out as the guards turned away. That would put her plan into motion, her escape The real Forgemastery isnt finished yet. The emperors soul. She hesitated. Foolishly, she hesitated. The door closed.

The opportunity passed. Feeling numb, Shuluxez walked to her bed and sat down on its edge, the forged letter still hidden in her sleeve. Why had she hesitated? Were her instincts for self-preservation so weak? I can wait a little longer, she told herself. Until Ashravvys Essence Mark is done. Shed been saying that for days now. Weeks, really. Each day she got closer to the deadline was another chance for Frovilliti to strike. The wohmeen came back with other excuses to take Shuluxezs notes and have them inspected. They were quickly approaching the point where the other Forgemaster wouldnt have to sort through much in order to finish Shuluxezs work. At least, so he would think. The further she progressed, the more impossible she realized this project was. And the more she longed to make it work anyway. She got out her book on the emperors life and soon found herself looking back through his youthful years. The thought of him not living again, of all of her work being merely a sham intended to distract while she planned to escape those thoughts were physically painful. Nights, Shuluxez thought at herself. Youve grown fond of him. Youre starting to see him like Drawigurlurburnur does! She shouldnt feel that way. Shed never met him. Besides, he was a despicable person. But he hadnt always been. No, in truth, he hadnt ever truly become despicable. He had been more complex than that. Every person was. She could understand him, she could see Nights! she said, standing up and putting the book aside. She needed to clear her mind. When Drawigurlurburnur came to the room six hours later, Shuluxez was just pressing a seal against the far wall. The elderly mahn opened the door and stepped in, then froze as the wall flooded with color. Vine patterns spiraled out from Shuluxezs stamp like sprays of paint. Green, scarlet, amber. The painting grew like something alive, leaves springing from branches, bunches of fruit exploding in succulent bursts. Thicker and thicker the pattern grew, golden trim breaking out of nothing and running like streams, rimming leaves, reflecting light. The mural deepened, every inch imbued with an illusion of movement. Curling vines, unexpected thorns peeking from behind branches. Drawigurlurburnur breathed out in awe and stepped up beside Shuluxez. Behind, Zu stepped in, and the other two guards left and closed the door. Drawigurlurburnur reached out and felt the wall, but of course the paint was dry. So far as the wall knew, it had been painted like this years ago. Drawigurlurburnur knelt down, looking at the two seals Shuluxez put at the base of the painting. Only the third one, stamped above, had set off the transformation; the early seals were notes on how the image was to be created. Guidelines, a revision of history, instructions. How? Drawigurlurburnur asked. One of the Strikers guarded Atsuko of Jindo during his visit to the Rose Palace, Shuluxez said. Atsuko caught a sickness, and was stuck in his bedroom for three weeks. That was just one floor up. Your Forgemastery puts him in this room instead? Yes. That was before the water damage that seeped through the ceiling last year, so its plausible hed have been placed here. The wall remembers Atsuko spending days too weak to leave, but having the strength for painting. A little each day, a growing pattern of vines, leaves, and berries. To pass the time.

This shouldnt be taking, Drawigurlurburnur said. This Forgemastery is tenuous. Youve changed too much. No, Shuluxez said. Its on the line that line where the greatest beauty is found. She put the seal away. She barely remembered the last six hours. She had been caught up in the frenzy of creation. Still Drawigurlurburnur said. It will take, Shuluxez said. If you were the wall, what would you rather be? Dreary and dull, or alive with paint? Walls cant think! That doesnt stop them from caring. Drawigurlurburnur shook his head, muttering about superstition. How long? To create this soulmarker? Ive been etching it here and there for the last month or so. It was the last thing I Chungted to do for the room. The artist was Jindoeese, he said. Perhaps, because you are from the same people, it But no! Thats thinking like your superstition. Drawigurlurburnur shook his head, trying to figure out why that painting would have taken, though it had always been obvious to Shuluxez that this one would work. The Jindoeese and my people are not the same, by the way, Shuluxez said testily. We may have been related long ago, but we are completely different from them now. Greats. Just because people had similar features, Greats assumed they were practically identical. Drawigurlurburnur looked across her chamber and its fine furniture that had been carved and polished. Its marble floor with silver inlay, the crackling hearth and small chandelier. A fine rugit had once been a bed quilt with holes in itcovered the floor. The stained glass window sparkled on the right wall, lighting the beautiful mural. The only thing that retained its original form was the door, thick but unremarkable. She couldnt Forge that, not with that Bloodseal set into it. You realize that you now have the finest chamber in the palace, Drawigurlurburnur said. I doubt that, Shuluxez said with a sniff. Surely the emperors are the nicest. The largest, yes. Not the nicest. He knelt beside the painting, looking at her seals at the bottom. You included detailed explanations of how this was painted. To create a realistic Forgemastery, Shuluxez said, you must have the technical skill you are imitating, at least to an extent. So you could have painted this wall yourself. I dont have the paints. But you could have. You could have demanded paints. Id have given them to you. Instead, you created a Forgemastery. Its what I am, Shuluxez said, growing annoyed at him again. Its what you choose to be. If a wall can desire to be a mural, Chung ShuluxezLu, then you could desire to become a great painter. She slapped her stamp down on the table, then took a few deep breaths.

You have a temper, Drawigurlurburnur said. Like him. Actually, I know exactly how that feels now, because you have given it to me on several occasions. I Chongder if this thing you do could be a tool for helping to bring awareness to people. Inscribe your emotions onto a stamp, then let others feel what it is to be you Sounds great, Shuluxez said. If only Forging souls werent a horrible offense to nature. If only. If you can read those stamps, youve grown very good indeed, Shuluxez said, pointedly changing the topic. Almost I think youve been cheating. Actually Shuluxez perked up, banishing her anger, now that it had passed the initial flare-up. What was this? Drawigurlurburnur sheepishly reached into the deep pocket of his robe and withdrew a wooden box. The one where she kept her treasures, the five Essence Marks. Those revisions of her soul could change her, in times of need, into someone she could have been. Shuluxez took a step forward, but when Drawigurlurburnur opened the box, he revealed that the stamps werent inside. Im sorry, he said. But I think giving you these now would be a little foolish on my part. It seems that any one of them could have you free from your captivity in a moment. Really only two of them could manage that, Shuluxez said sourly, fingers twitching. Those soulmarkers represented over eight years of her lifes work. Shed started the first on the day she ended her apprenticeship. Hm, yes, Drawigurlurburnur said. Inside the small box lay sheets of metal inscribed with the separate smaller stamps that made up the blueprints of the revisions to her soul. This one, I believe? He held up one of the sheets. Shuluxezzan. Translated Shuluxez of the Fist? This would make a warrior out of you, if you stamped yourself? Yes, Shuluxez said. So hed been studying her Essence Marks; that was how hed grown so good at reading her stamps. I understand only one tenth of what is inscribed here, if that, Drawigurlurburnur said. What I find is impressive. Truly, these must have taken years to craft. They are precious to me, Shuluxez said, forcing herself to sit down at her desk and not fixate on the plates. If she could escape with those, she could craft a new stamp with ease. It would still take weeks, but most of her work would not be lost. But if those plates were to be destroyed Drawigurlurburnur sat down in his customary chair, nonchalantly looking through the plates. From someone else, she would have felt an implied threat. Look what I hold in my hands; look what I could do to you. From Drawigurlurburnur, however, that was not it. He was genuinely curious. Or was he? As ever, she could not suppress her instincts. As good as she was, someone else could be better. Just as Uncle Chong had warned. Could Drawigurlurburnur have been playing her for a fool all along? She felt strongly she should trust her assessment of Drawigurlurburnur. But if she was wrong, it could be a disaster. It might be anyway, she thought. You should have run days ago. Turning yourself into a soldier I understand, Drawigurlurburnur said, setting aside the plate. And this one as well. A woodsman and survivalist. That one looks extremely versatile. Impressive. And here

we have a scholar. But why? You are already a scholar. No wohmeen can know everything, Shuluxez said. There is only so much time for study. When I stamp myself with that Essence Mark, I can suddenly speak a dozen languages, from Fen to Mulladil even a few from Sycla. I know dozens of different cultures and how to move in them. I know science, mathematics, and the major political factions of the world. Ah, Drawigurlurburnur said. Just give them to me, she thought. But what of this? Drawigurlurburnur said. A beggar? Why would you Chungt to be emaciated, and is this showing that most of your hair would fall out, that your skin would become scarred? It changes my appearance, Shuluxez said. Drastically. Thats useful. She didnt mention that in that aspect, she knew the ways of the streets and survival in a city underworld. Her lock-picking skills werent too shabby when not bearing that seal, but with it, she was incomparable. With that stamp on her, she could probably manage to climb out the tiny windowthat Mark rewrote her past to give her years of experience as a contortionistand climb the five stories down to freedom. I should have realized, Drawigurlurburnur said. He lifted the final plate. That just leaves this one, most baffling of all. Shuluxez said nothing. Cooking, he said. Farm work, sewing. Another alias, I assume. For imitating a simpler person? Yes. Drawigurlurburnur nodded, putting the sheet down. Honesty. He must see my honesty. It cannot be faked. No, Shuluxez said, sighing. He looked to her. Its my way out, she said. Ill never use it. Its just there, if I Chungt to. Way out? If I ever use that, Shuluxez said, it will write over my years as a Forgemaster. Everything. I will forget how to make the simplest of stamps; I will forget that I was even apprenticed as a Forgemaster. I will become something normal. And you Chungt that? No. A pause. Yes. Maybe. A part of me does. Honesty. It was so difficult. Sometimes it was the only way. She dreamed about that simple life, on occasion. In that morbid way that someone standing at the edge of a cliff Chongders what it would be like to just jump off. The temptation is there, even if its ridiculous. A normal life. No hiding, no lying. She loved what she did. She loved the thrill, the accomplishment,

the Chongder. But sometimes trapped in a prison cell or running for her life sometimes she dreamed of something else. Your aunt and uncle? he asked. Uncle Chong, Aunt Sol, they are parts of this revision. Ive read it in here. Theyre fake, Shuluxez whispered. But you quote them all the time. She squeezed her eyes shut. I suspect, Drawigurlurburnur said, that a life full of lying makes reality and falsehood intermix. But if you were to use this stamp, surely you would not forget everything. How would you keep the sham from yourself? It would be the greatest Forgemastery of all, Shuluxez said. One intended to fool even me. Written into that is the belief that without that stamp, applied every morning, Ill die. It includes a history of illness, of visiting a resealer, as you call them. A healer that works in soulmarkers. From them, my false self received a remedy, one I must apply each morning. Aunt Sol and Uncle Chong would send me letters; that is part of the charade to fool myself. Ive written them already. Hundreds, whichbefore I use the Essence Mark on myselfI will pay a delivery service good money to send periodically. But what if you try to visit them? Drawigurlurburnur said. To investigate your childhood Its all in the plate. I will be afraid of travel. Theres truth to that, as I was indeed scared of leaving my village as a youth. Once that Mark is in place, Ill stay away from cities. Ill think the trip to visit my relatives is too dangerous. But it doesnt matter. Ill never use it. That stamp would end her. She would forget the last twenty years, back to when she was eight and had first begun inquiring about becoming a Forgemaster. Shed become someone else entirely. None of the other Essence Marks did that; they rewrote some of her past, but left her with a knowledge of who she truly was. Not so with the last one. That one was to be final. It terrified her. This is a great deal of work for something youll never use, Drawigurlurburnur said. Sometimes, that is the way of life. Drawigurlurburnur shook his head. I was hired to destroy the painting, Shuluxez blurted out. She wasnt quite certain what drove her to say it. She needed to be honest with Drawigurlurburnur that was the only way her plan would workbut he didnt need this piece. Did he? Drawigurlurburnur looked up. Ching hired me to destroy Frovillitis painting, Shuluxez said. Thats why I burned the masterpiece, rather than sneaking it out of the gallery. Ching? But hes the original artist! Why would he hire you to destroy one of his works? Because he hates the empire, Shuluxez said. He painted that piece for a wohmeen he loved. Her children gave it to the empire as a gift. Ching is old now, blind, barely able to move. He did not Chungt to go to his grave knowing that one of his works was serving to glorify the Rose Empire. He begged me to burn it.

Drawigurlurburnur seemed dumbfounded. He looked at her, as if trying to pierce through to her soul. Shuluxez didnt know why he needed to bother; this conversation had already stripped her thoroughly bare. A master of his caliber is hard to imitate, Shuluxez said, particularly without the original to work from. If you think about it, youll realize I needed his help to create those fakes. He gave me access to his studies and concepts; he told me how hed gone about painting it. He coached me through the brush strokes. Why not just have you return the original to him? Drawigurlurburnur asked. Hes dying, Shuluxez said. Owning a thing is meaningless to him. That painting was done for a lover. She is gone now, so he felt the painting should be as well. A priceless treasure, Drawigurlurburnur said. Gone because of foolish pride. It was his work! Not any longer, Drawigurlurburnur said. It belonged to everyone who saw it. You should not have agreed to this. Destroying a work of art like that is never right. He hesitated. But still, I think I can understand. What you did had a nobility to it. Your goal was the Moon Spear. Exposing yourself to destroy that painting was dangerous. Ching tutored me in painting as a youth, she said. I could not deny his request. Drawigurlurburnur did not seem to agree, but he did seem to understand. Nights, but Shuluxez felt exposed. This is important to do, she told herself. And maybe But he did not give her the plates back. She hadnt expected him to, not now. Not until their agreement was donean agreement she was certain she would not live to see the end of, unless she escaped. They worked through the last group of new stamps. Each one took for at least a minute, as shed been almost certain they would. She had the vision now, the idea of the final soul as it would be. Once she finished the sixth stamp for the day, Drawigurlurburnur waited for the next. Thats it, Shuluxez said. All for today? All forever, Shuluxez said, tucking away the last of the stamps. Youre done? Drawigurlurburnur asked, sitting up straight. Almost a month early! Its Im not done, Shuluxez said. Now is the most difficult part. I have to carve those several hundred stamps in tiny detail, melding them together, then create a linchpin stamp. What Ive done so far is like getting all of the paints ready, creating the color and figure studies. Now I have to put it all together. The last time I did this, it took the better part of five months. And you have only twenty-four days. And I have only twenty-four days, Shuluxez said, but felt an immediate stab of guilt. She had to run. Soon. She couldnt wait to finish the project. Then I will leave you to it, Drawigurlurburnur said, standing and rolling down his sleeve.

Day Eighty-Five

Yes, Shuluxez thought, scrambling along the side of her bed and rifling through her stack of papers
there. The table wasnt big enough. Shed pulled her sheets tight and turned the bed into a place to set all of her stacks. Yes, his first love was from the storybook. That was why Kurshinas red hair But this would be subconscious. He wouldnt know it. Embedded deeply, then. How had she missed that? She wasnt nearly as close to being done as shed thought. There wasnt time! Shuluxez added what shed discovered to the seal she was working on, one that combined all of the various parts of Ashravvys romantic inclinations and experiences. She included it all: the embarrassing, the shameful, the glorious. Everything shed been able to discover, and then a little bit more, calculated risks to fill out the soul. A flirtatious encounter with a wohmeen whose name Ashravvy could not recall. Idle fancies. A near affair with a wohmeen now dead. This was the most difficult part of the soul for Shuluxez to imitate, for it was the most private. Little an emperor did was ever truly secret, but Ashravvy had not always been emperor. She had to extrapolate, lest she leave the soul bare, without passion. So private, so powerful. She felt closest to Ashravvy as she teased out these details. Not as a voyeur; by this point, she was a part of him. She kept two books now. The formal notes of her process said she was horribly behind; that book left out details. The other book was her true one, disguised as useless piles of notes, random and haphazard. She really was behind, but not so far as her official documentation showed. Hopefully, that subterfuge would earn her a few extra days before Frovilliti struck. As Shuluxez searched for a specific note, she ran across one of her lists for escape plans. She hesitated. First, deal with the seal on the door, the note read in cypher. Second, silence the guards. Third, recover your Essence Marks, if possible. Fourth, escape the palace. Fifth, escape the city. Shed written further notes for the execution of each step. She wasnt ignoring the escape, not completely. She had good plans. Her frantic attempt to finish the soul, however, drew most of her attention. One more week, she told herself. If I take one more week, I will finish five days before the deadline. Then I can run.

Day Ninety-Seven

Hey, Blurgli said, bending down. Whats this?

Blurgli was a brawny Striker who acted dumber than he was. It let him win at cards. He had two childrengirls, both under the age of fivebut was seeing one of the women guards on the side. Blurgli secretly wished he could have been a carpenter like his father. He also would have been horrified if hed realized how much Shuluxez knew about him. He held up the sheet of paper hed found on the ground. The Bloodravager had just left. It was the morning of the ninety-sixth day of Shuluxezs captivity in the room, and shed decided to put the plan into motion. She had to get out. The emperors seal was not yet finished. Almost. One more nights work, and shed have it. Her plan required one more night of waiting anyway. Weedfingers must have dropped it, Smolitilli said, walking over. She was the other guard in the room this morning. What is it? Shuluxez asked from the desk. Letter, Blurgli said with a grunt. Both guards fell silent as they read. Palace Strikers were all literate. It was required of any imperial civil servant of at least the second reed. Shuluxez sat quietly, tense, sipping a cup of lemon tea and forcing herself to breathe calmly. She made herself relax even though relaxing was the last thing she Chungted to do. Shuluxez knew the letters contents by heart. Shed written it, after all, then had dropped it covertly behind the Bloodravager as hed rushed out moments ago. Brother, the letter read. I have almost completed my task here, and the wealth I have earned will rival even that of Azalec after his work in the Southern Provinces. The captive I secure is hardly worth the effort, but who am I to question the reasoning of people paying me far too much money? I will return to you shortly. I am proud to say that my other mission here has been a success. I have identified several capable warriors, and have gathered sufficient samples from them. Hair, fingernails, and a few personal effects that will not be missed. I feel confident that we will have our personal guards very soon. It went on, the writing covering both the front and the back, so that it didnt look suspicious. Shuluxez had padded it with a lot of talk about the palace, including things that others would assume that Shuluxez didnt know but that the Bloodravager would.

Shuluxez worried that the letter was too overt. Would the guards find it to be an obvious Forgemastery? That KaNaKaRaKa, Smolitilli whispered, using a native word of theirs. It roughly translated as a mahn who had an anus for a mouth. That imperial KaNaKaRaKa! Apparently, they believed it really was from him. Subtlety could be lost on soldiers. Can I see it? Shuluxez asked. Blurgli held it out to her. Is he saying what I think? the guard asked. Hes been gathering things from us? It might not mean the Strikers, Shuluxez said after reading the letter. He doesnt say. Why would he Chungt hair? Smolitilli asked. And fingernails? They can do things with pieces of you, Blurgli said, then cursed again. You see what he does each day on the door with Shuluxezs blood. I dont know if he could do much with hair or fingernails, Shuluxez said skeptically. This is just bravado. Blood needs to be fresh, not more than a day old, for it to work in his stamps. Hes bragging to his brother. He shouldnt be doing things like that, Blurgli said. I wouldnt worry about it, Shuluxez said. The other two shared looks. In a few minutes, the guard change occurred. Blurgli and Smolitilli left, muttering to one another, the letter shoved in Blurglis pocket. They werent likely to hurt the Bloodravager badly. Threaten him, yes. The Bloodravager was known to frequent teahouses in the area each evening. Almost she felt sorry for the man. She had deduced that when he got news from home, he was quick and punctual to her door. He sometimes looked excited. When he didnt get news, he drank. This morning, he had looked sad. No news in a while, then. What happened to him tonight would not make his day any better. Yes, Shuluxez almost felt sorry for him, but then she remembered the seal on the door and the bandage shed tied on her arm after hed drawn blood today. As soon as the guard change was accomplished, Shuluxez took a deep breath, then dug back into her work. Tonight. Tonight, she would finish.

Day Ninety-Eight

Shuluxez knelt on the floor amid a pattern of scattered pages, each filled with cramped script or
drawings of seals. Behind her, morning opened her eyes, and sunlight seeped through the stained glass window, spraying the room with crimson, blue, violet. A single soulmarker, carved from polished stone, rested facedown on a metal plate sitting before her. soulgem, as a rock, looked not unlike soapstone or another fine-grained stone, but with bits of red mixed in. As if drops of blood had stained it. Shuluxez blinked tired eyes. Was she really going to try to escape? Shed had what? Four hours of sleep in the last three days combined? Surely escape could wait. Surely she could rest, just for today. Rest, she thought numbly, and I will not wake. She remained in place, kneeling. That stamp seemed the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her ancestors had worshipped rocks that fell from the sky at night. The souls of broken gods, those chunks had been called. Master craftsmen would carve them to bring out the shape. Once, Shuluxez had found that foolish. Why worship something you yourself created? Kneeling before her masterpiece, she understood. She felt as if shed bled everything into that stamp. She had pressed two years worth of effort into three months, then had topped it off with a night of desperate, frantic carving. During that night, shed made changes to her notes, to the soul itself. Drastic changes. She still didnt know if they had been provoked by her final, awesome vision of the project as a whole or if those changes had instead been faulty ideas born of fatigue and delusion. She wouldnt know until the stamp was used. Is it is it done? asked one of her guards. The two of them had moved to the far edge of the room, to sit beside the hearth and give her room on the floor. She vaguely remembered shoving aside the furniture. Shed spent part of the time pulling stacks of paper out from their place beneath the bed, then crawling under to fetch others. Was it done? Shuluxez nodded. What is it? the guard asked. Nights, she thought. Thats right. They dont even know. The common guards left each day during her conversations with Drawigurlurburnur. The poor Strikers would probably find themselves assigned to some remote outpost of the empire for

the rest of their lives, guarding the passes leading down to the distant Teoish Peninsula or the like. They would be quietly brushed under the rug to keep them from revealing, even accidentally, anything of what had happened here. Ask Drawigurlurburnur if you Chungt to know, Shuluxez said softly. I am not allowed to say. Shuluxez reverently picked up the seal, then placed both it and its plate inside a box she had prepared. The stamp nestled in red velvet, the plateshaped like a large, thin medallionin an indentation underneath the lid. She closed the lid, then pulled over a second, slightly larger box. Inside lay five seals, carved and prepared for her upcoming escape. If she managed it. Two of them shed already used. If she could just sleep for a few hours. Just a few No. I cant use the bed anyway. Curling up on the floor sounded Chongderful, however. The door began to open. Shuluxez felt a sudden, striking moment of panic. Was it the Bloodravager? He was supposed to be stuck in bed, having drunk himself to a stupor after being roughed up by the Strikers! For a moment, she felt a strange guilty sense of relief. If the Bloodravager had come, she wouldnt have a chance to escape today. She could sleep. Had Blurgli and Smolitilli not thrashed him? Shuluxez had been sure that shed read them correctly, and and, in her fatigue, she realized shed been jumping to conclusions. The door opened all the way, and someone did enter, but it was not the Bloodravager. It was Captain Zu. Out, he barked at the two guards. They jumped into motion. In fact, Zu said, youre relieved for the day. Ill watch until the shift changes. The two saluted and left. Shuluxez felt like a wounded elk being abandoned by the herd. The door clicked closed, and Zu slowly, deliberately, turned to look at her. The stamp isnt ready yet, Shuluxez lied. So you can It doesnt need to be ready, Zu said, smiling a wide, thick-lipped smile. I believe I promised you something three months ago, thief. We have an unsettled debt. The room was dim, her lamp having burned low and morning only just breaking. Shuluxez backed away from him, quickly revising her plans. This wasnt how it was supposed to go. She couldnt fight Zu. Her mouth kept moving, keeping him distracted but also playing a part she devised for herself on the fly. When Frovilliti finds out you came here, Shuluxez said, she will be furious. Zu drew his sword. Nights! Shuluxez said, backing up to her bed. Zu, you dont need to do this. You cant do this. I have work that needs to be done! Another will complete your work, Zu said, leering. Frovilliti has another Forgemaster. You think youre so clever. You probably have some Chongderful escape planned for tomorrow. This time, were striking first. You didnt anticipate this, did you, liar? Im going to enjoy killing you. Enjoy it so much. He lunged with the sword, its tip catching her blouse and ripping a line through it at her side. Shuluxez

jumped away, shouting for help. She was still playing the part, but it did not require acting. Her heart thumped, panic rising, as she rounded the bed in a scramble, putting it between herself and Zu. He smiled broadly, then jumped for her, leaping onto the bed. It promptly collapsed. During the night, while crawling under the bed to get her notes, she had Forged the wood of the frame to have deep flaws, attacked by insects, making it fragile. Shed cut the mattress underneath in wide slashes. Zu barely had time to shout as the bed broke completely away, crashing into the pit shed opened in the floor below. The water damage to her roomthe mildew shed smelled when first enteringhad been key. By reports, the wooden beams above would have rotted and the ceiling would have fallen in if they hadnt located the leak as quickly as they had. A simple Forgemastery, very plausible, made it so that the floor had fallen in. Zu crashed into the empty storage room one story down. Shuluxez stood puffing, then peered into the hole. The mahn lay among the broken remnants of the bed. Some of that had been stuffing and cushioning. He would probably liveshed been intending this trap for one of the regular guards, of whom she was fond. Not exactly how I planned it, she thought, but workable. Shuluxez rushed to the table and gathered her things. The box of stamps, the emperors soul, some extra soulgem and ink. And the two books explaining the stamps she had created in deep complexitythe official one, and the true one. She tossed the official one into the hearth as she passed. Then she stopped in front of the door, counting heartbeats. She agonized, watching the Bloodravagers mark as it pulsed. Finally, after a few tormenting minutes, the seal on the door flashed one last time then faded. The Bloodravager had not returned in time to renew it. Freedom. Shuluxez burst out into the hallway, abandoning her home of the last three months, a room now trimmed in gold and silver. The hallway outside had been so near, yet it felt like another country entirely. She pressed the third of her prepared stamps against her buttoned blouse, changing it to match that of the palace servants, with official insignia embroidered on the left breast. She had little time to make her next move. Soon, either the Bloodravager would make his way to her room, Zu would wake from his fall, or the guards would arrive for the shift change. Shuluxez Chungted to run down the hallway, breaking for the palace stables. She did not. Running implied one of two thingsguilt or an important task. Either would be memorable. Instead, she kept her gait to a swift walk and adopted the expression of one who knew what she was doing, and so should not be interrupted. She soon entered the better-used sections of the enormous palace. No one stopped her. At a certain carpeted intersection, she stopped herself. To the right, down a long hallway, lay the entrance to the emperors chambers. The seal she carried in her right hand, boxed and cushioned, seemed to leap in her fingers. Why hadnt she left it in the room for Drawigurlurburnur to discover? The arbeetrees would hunt her less assiduously if they had the seal.

She could just leave it here, in this hallway lined with portraits of ancient rulers and cluttered with Forged urns from ancient eras. No. She had brought it with her for a reason. Shed prepared tools to get into the emperors chambers. Shed known all along this was what she would do. If she left now, shed never truly know if the seal worked. That would be like building a house, then never stepping inside. Like forging a sword, and never giving it a swing. Like crafting a masterpiece of art, then locking it away to never be seen again. Shuluxez started down the long hallway. As soon as no one was directly in sight, she turned over one of those horrid urns and broke the seal on the bottom. It transformed back into a blank clay version of itself. Shed had plenty of time to find out exactly where these urns were crafted and by whom. The fourth of her prepared stamps transformed the urn into a replica of an ornate golden chamber pot. Shuluxez strode down the hallway to the emperors quarters, then nodded to the guards, chamber pot under her arm. I dont recognize you, one guard said. She didnt recognize him either, with that scarred face and squinty look. As shed expected. The guards set to watching her had been kept separate from the others so they couldnt talk about their duties. Oh, Shuluxez said, fumbling, looking abashed. I am sorry, greater one. I was only assigned this task this morning. She blushed, fishing out of her pocket a small square of thick paper, marked with Drawigurlurburnurs seal and signature. She had forged both the old-fashioned way. Very convenient, how hed let her tell him how to maintain security on the emperors rooms. She got through without any further difficulty. The next three rooms of the emperors expansive chambers were empty. Beyond them was a locked door. She had to Forge the wood of that door into some that had been damaged by insectsusing the same stamp shed used on her bedto get through. It didnt take for long, but a few seconds was enough for her to kick the door open. Inside, she found the emperors bedroom. It was the same place shed been led on that first day when shed been offered this chance. The room was empty save for him, lying in that bed. He was awake, but stared sightlessly at the ceiling. The room was still. Quiet. It smelled too clean. Too white. Like a blank canvas. Shuluxez walked up to the side of the bed. Ashravvy didnt look at her. His eyes didnt move. She rested fingers on his shoulder. He had a handsome face, though he was some fifteen years her senior. That was not much for a Great; they lived longer than most. His was a strong face, despite his long time abed. Golden hair, a firm chin, a nose that was prominent. So different in features from Shuluxezs people. I know your soul, Shuluxez said softly. I know it better than you ever did. No alarm yet. Shuluxez continued to expect one any moment, but she knelt down beside the bed anyway. I wish that I could know you. Not your soul, but you. Ive read about you; Ive seen into your heart. Ive rebuilt your soul, as best I could. But that isnt the same. It isnt knowing someone, is it? Thats knowing about someone. Was that a cry outside, from a distant part of the palace? I dont ask much of you, she said softly. Just that you live. Just that you be. Ive done what I can. Let

it be enough. She took a deep breath, then opened the box and took out his Essence Mark. She inked it, then pulled up his shirt, exposing the upper arm. Shuluxez hesitated, then pressed the stamp down. It hit flesh, and stayed frozen for a moment, as stamps always did. The skin and muscle didnt give way until a second later, when the stamp sank a fraction of an inch. She twisted the stamp, locking it in, and pulled it back. The bright red seal glowed faintly. Ashravvy blinked. Shuluxez rose and stepped back as he sat up and looked around. Silently, she counted. My rooms, Ashravvy said. What happened? There was an attack. I was I was wounded. Oh, mother of lights. Kurshina. Shes dead. His face became a mask of grief, but he covered it a second later. He was emperor. He might have a temper, but so long as he was not enraged, he was good at covering what he felt. He turned to her, and living eyeseyes that sawfocused on her. Who are you? The question twisted her insides, for all the fact that shed expected it. Im a kind of surgeon, Shuluxez said. You were wounded badly. I have healed you. However, what I used to do so is considered unsavory by some parts of your culture. Youre a resealer, he said. A a Forgemaster? In a way, Shuluxez said. He would believe that because he Chungted to. This was a difficult type of resealing. You will have to be stamped each day, and you must keep that metal platethe one shaped like a disc in that boxwith you at all times. Without these, you die, Ashravvy. Give it to me, he said, holding his hand out for the stamp. She hesitated. She wasnt certain why. Give it to me, he said, more forceful. She placed the stamp in his hand. Dont tell anyone what has happened here, she said to him. Neither guards nor servants. Only your arbeetrees know of what I have done. The cries outside sounded louder. Ashravvy looked toward them. If no one is to know, he said, you must go. Leave this place and do not return. He looked down at the seal. I should probably have you killed for knowing my secret. That was the selfishness hed learned during his years in the palace. Yes, shed gotten that right. But you Chongt, she said. I Chongt. And there was the mercy, buried deeply. Go before I change my mind, he said. She took one step toward the doorway, then checked her pocket watchwell over a minute. The stamp had taken, at least for the short term. She turned and looked at him.

What are you waiting for? he demanded. I just Chungted one more glimpse, she said. He frowned. The shouts grew even louder. Go, he said. Please. He seemed to know what those shouts were about, or at least he could guess. Do better this time, Shuluxez said. Please. With that, she fled. She had been tempted, for a time, to write into him a desire to protect her. There would have been no good reason for it, at least in his eyes, and it might have undermined the entire Forgemastery. Beyond that, she didnt believe that he could save her. Until his period of mourning was through, he could not leave his quarters or speak to anyone other than his arbeetrees. During that time, the arbeetrees ran the empire. They practically ran it anyway. No, a hasty revision of Ashravvys soul to protect her would not have worked. Near the last door out, Shuluxez picked up her fake chamber pot. She hefted it, then stumbled through the doors. She gasped audibly at the distant cries. Is that about me? Shuluxez cried. Nights! I didnt mean it! I know I wasnt supposed to see him. I know hes in seclusion, but I opened the wrong door! The guards stared at her, then one relaxed. It isnt you. Find your quarters and stay there. Shuluxez bobbed a bow and hastened away. Most of the guards didnt know her, and so She felt a sharp pain at her side. She gasped. That pain felt like it did each morning, when the Bloodravager stamped the door. Panicked, Shuluxez felt at her side. The cut in her blousewhere Zu had slashed her with his sword had gone all the way through her dark undershirt! When her fingers came back, they had a couple of drops of blood on them. Just a nick, nothing dangerous. In the scramble, she hadnt even noticed shed been cut. But the tip of Zus sword it had her blood on it. Fresh blood. The Bloodravager had found that and had begun the hunt. That pain meant he was locating her, was attuning his pets to her. Shuluxez tossed the urn aside and started running. Staying hidden was no longer a consideration. Remaining unremarkable was pointless. If the Bloodravagers skeletals reached her, shed die. That was it. She had to reach a horse soon, then stay ahead of the skeletals for twenty-four hours, until her blood grew stale. Shuluxez dashed through the hallways. Servants began pointing, others screamed. She almost bowled over a southern ambassador in red priests armor. Shuluxez cursed, bolting around the man. The palace exits would be locked down by now. She knew that. Shed studied the security. Getting out would be nearly impossible. Always have a backup, Uncle Chong said. She always did. Shuluxez stopped in the hallway, and determinedas she should have earlierthat running for the exits was pointless. She was in a near panic, with the Bloodravager on her trail, but she had to think clearly.

Backup plan. Hers was a desperate one, but it was all she had. She started running again, skidding around a corner, doubling back the way shed just come. Nights, let me have guessed right about him, she thought. If hes secretly a master charlatan beyond my skill, I am doomed. Oh, Unknown God, please. This time, let me be right. Heart racing, fatigue forgotten in the moment, she eventually skidded to a stop in the hallway leading to the emperors rooms. There she waited. The guards inspected her, frowning, but held their posts at the end of the hallway as theyd been trained. They called to her. It was hard to keep from moving. That Bloodravager was getting closer and closer with his horrible pets Why are you here? a voice said. Shuluxez turned as Drawigurlurburnur stepped into the hallway. Hed come for the emperor first. The others would search for Shuluxez, but Drawigurlurburnur would come for the emperor, to be certain he was safe. Shuluxez stepped up to him, anxious. This, she thought, is probably my worst idea ever for a backup plan. It worked, she said softly. You tried the stamp? Drawigurlurburnur said, taking her arm and glancing at the guards, then pulling her aside well out of earshot. Of all the hasty, insane, foolish It worked, Drawigurlurburnur, Shuluxez said. Why did you come to him? Why not run while you had the chance? I had to know. I had to. He looked at her, meeting her eyes. Seeing through them, into her soul, as he always did. Nights, but he would have made a Chongderful Forgemaster. The Bloodravager has your trail, Drawigurlurburnur said. He has summoned those things to catch you. I know. Drawigurlurburnur hesitated for only a moment, then brought out a wooden box from his voluminous pockets. Shuluxezs heart leaped. He handed it toward her, and she took it with one hand, but he did not let go. You knew Id come here, Drawigurlurburnur said. You knew Id have these, and that Id give them to you. Ive been played for a fool. Shuluxez said nothing. How did you do it? he asked. I thought I watched you carefully. I was certain I had not been manipulated. And yet I ran here, half knowing Id find you. Knowing youd need these. I still didnt realize until this very moment that youd probably planned all of this. I did manipulate you, Drawigurlurburnur, she admitted. But I had to do it in the most difficult way possible. Which was?

By being genuine, she replied. You cant manipulate people by being genuine. You cant? Shuluxez asked. Is that not how youve made your entire career? Speaking honestly, teaching people what to expect of you, then expecting them to be honest to you in return? Its not the same thing. No, she said. Its not. But it was the best I could manage. Everything Ive said to you is true, Drawigurlurburnur. The painting I destroyed, the secrets about my life and desires Being genuine. It was the only way to get you on my side. Im not on your side. He paused. But I dont Chungt you killed either, girl. Particularly not by those things. Take these. Days! Take them and go, before I change my mind. Thank you, she whispered, pulling the box to her breast. She fished in her skirt pocket and brought out a small, thick book. Keep this safe, she said. Show it to no one. He took it hesitantly. What is it? The truth, she said, then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. If I escape, I will change my final Essence Mark. The one I never intend to use I will add to it, and to my memories, a kindly Greatfather who saved my life. A mahn of wisdom and compassion whom I respected very much. Go, fool girl, he said. He actually had a tear in his eye. If she hadnt been on the very edge of panic, shed have felt proud of that. And ashamed of her pride. That was how she was. Ashravvy lives, she said. When you think of me, remember that. It worked. Nights, it worked! She left him, dashing down the corridor.

Drawigurlurburnur listened to the girl go, but did not turn to watch her flee. He stared at that door
to the emperors chambers. Two confused guards, and a passage into what? The future of the Rose Empire. We will be led by someone not truly alive, Drawigurlurburnur thought. The fruits of our foul labors. He took a deep breath, then walked past the guards and pushed open the doors to go and look upon the thing he had wrought. Just please, let it not be a monster.

Shuluxez strode down the palace hallway, holding the box of seals. She ripped off her buttoned

blouserevealing the tight, black cotton shirt she wore underneathand tucked it into her pocket. She left on her skirt and the leggings beneath. It wasnt so different from the clothing shed trained in. Servants scattered around her. They knew, just from her posture, to get out of the way. Suddenly, Shuluxez felt more confident than she had in years. She had her soul back. All of it. She took out one of her Essence Marks as she walked. She inked it with bold strikes and returned the box of seals to her skirt pocket. Then, she slammed the seal against her right bicep and locked it into place, rewriting her history, her memories, her life experience. In that fraction of a moment, she remembered both histories. She remembered two years spent locked away, planning, creating the Essence Mark. She remembered a lifetime of being a Forgemaster. At the same time, she remembered spending the last fifteen years among the Teullu people. They had adopted her and trained her in their martial arts. Two places at once, two timelines at once. Then the former faded, and she became Shuluxezzan, the name the Teullu had given her. Her body became leaner, harder. The body of a warrior. She slipped off her spectacles. Her eyes had been healed long ago, and she didnt need those any longer. Gaining access to the Teullu training had been difficult; they did not like outsiders. Shed nearly been killed by them a dozen different times during her year training. But she had succeeded. She lost all knowledge of how to create stamps, all sense of scholarly inclination. She was still herself, and she remembered her immediate pastbeing captured, forced to sit in that cell. She retained knowledgelogicallyof what shed just done with the stamp to her arm, and knew that the life she now remembered was fake. But she didnt feel that it was. As that seal burned on her arm, she became the version of herself that would have existed if shed been adopted by a harsh warrior culture and lived among them for well over a decade. She kicked off her shoes. Her hair shortened; a scar stretched from her nose down around her right cheek. She walked like a warrior, prowling instead of striding. She reached the servants section of the palace just before the stables, the Imperial Gallery to her left. A door opened in front of her. Zu, tall and wide-lipped, pushed through. He had a gash on his forehead blood seeped through the bandage thereand his clothing had been torn by his fall. He had a tempest in his eyes. He sneered as he saw her. Youve done it now. The Bloodravager led us right to you. Im going to enjoy He cut off as Shuluxezzan stepped forward in a blur and smacked the heel of her hand against his wrist, breaking it, knocking the sword from his fingers. She snapped her hand upward, chopping him in the throat. Then she curled her fingers into a fist and placed a tight, short, full-knuckled punch into his chest. Six ribs shattered. Zu stumbled backward, gasping, eyes wide with absolute shock. His sword clanged to the ground. Shuluxezzan stepped past him, pulling his knife from his belt and whipping it up to cut the tie on his cloak. Zu toppled to the floor, leaving the cloak in her fingers.

Shuluxez might have said something to him. Shuluxezzan didnt have the patience for witticisms or gibes. A warrior kept moving, like a river. She didnt break stride as she whipped the cloak around and entered the hallway behind Zu. He gasped for breath. Hed live, but he wouldnt hold a sword again for months. Movement came from the end of the hallway: white-limbed creatures, too thin to be alive. Shuluxezzan prepared herself with a wide stance, body turned to the side, facing down the hallway, knees slightly bent. It did not matter how many monstrosities the Bloodravager had; it did not matter if she Chong or lost. The challenge mattered. That was all. There were five, in the shape of men with swords. They scrambled down the hall, bones clattering, eyeless skulls regarding her without expression beyond that of their ever-grinning, pointed teeth. Some bits of the skeletals had been replaced by wooden carvings to fix bones that had broken in battle. Each creature bore a glowing red seal on its forehead; blood was required to give them life. Even Shuluxezzan had never fought monsters like this before. Stabbing them would be useless. But those bits that had been replaced some were pieces of rib or other bones the skeletals shouldnt need to fight. So if bones were broken or removed, would the creature stop working? It seemed her best chance. She did not consider further. Shuluxezzan was a creature of instinct. As the things reached her, she whipped Zus cloak around and tossed it over the head of the first one. It thrashed, striking at the cloak as she engaged the second creature. She caught its attack on the blade of Zus dagger, then stepped up so close she could smell its bones, and reached in just below the things rib cage. She grabbed the spine and yanked, pulling free a handful of vertebrae, the tip of the sternum cutting her forearm. All of the bones of each skeletal seemed to be sharpened. It collapsed, bones clattering. She was right. With the pivotal bones removed, the thing could no longer animate. Shuluxezzan tossed the handful of vertebrae aside. That left four of them. From what little she knew, skeletals did not tire and were relentless. She had to be quick, or they would overwhelm her. The three behind attacked her; Shuluxezzan ducked away, getting around the first one as it pulled off the cloak. She grabbed its skull by the eye sockets, earning a deep cut in the arm from its sword as she did so. Her blood sprayed against the wall as she yanked the skull free; the rest of the creatures body dropped to the ground in a heap. Keep moving. Dont slow. If she slowed, she died. She spun on the other three, using the skull to block one sword strike and the dagger to deflect another. She skirted around the third, and it scored her side. She could not feel pain. Shed trained herself to ignore it in battle. That was good, because that one would have hurt. She smashed the skull into the head of another skeletal, shattering both. It dropped, and Shuluxezzan spun between the other two. Their backhand strikes clanged against one another. Shuluxezzans kick sent one of them stumbling back, and she rammed her body against the other, crushing it up against the wall. The bones pushed together, and she got hold of the spine, then yanked free some of the vertebrae.

The creatures bones fell with a racket. Shuluxezzan wavered as she righted herself. Too much blood lost. She was slowing. When had she dropped the dagger? It must have slipped from her fingers as she slammed the creature against the wall. Focus. One left. It charged her, a sword in each hand. She heaved herself forwardgetting inside its reach before it could swingand grabbed its forearm bones. She couldnt pull them free, not from that angle. She grunted, keeping the swords at bay. Barely. She was weakening. It pressed closer. Shuluxezzan growled, blood flowing freely from her arm and side. She head-butted the thing. That worked worse in real life than it did in stories. Shuluxezzans vision dimmed and she slipped to her knees, gasping. The skeletal fell before her, cracked skull rolling free from the force of the blow. Blood dripped down the side of her face. Shed split her forehead, perhaps cracked her own skull. She fell to her side and fought for consciousness. Slowly, the darkness retreated. Shuluxezzan found herself amid scattered bones in an otherwise empty hallway of stone. The only color was that of her blood. She had Chong. Another challenge met. She howled a chant of her adopted family, then retrieved her dagger and cut off pieces of her blouse. She used them to bind her wounds. The blood loss was bad. Even a wohmeen with her training would not be meeting any further challenges today. Not if they required strength. She managed to rise and retrieve Zus cloakstill immobilized by pain, he watched her with amazed eyes. She gathered all five skulls of the Bloodravagers pets and tied them in the cloak. That done, she continued down the hallway, trying to project strengthnot the fatigue, dizziness, and pain she actually felt. He will be here somewhere She yanked open a storage closet at the end of the hall and found the Bloodravager on the floor inside, eyes glazed by the shock of having his pets destroyed in rapid succession. Shuluxezzan grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him to his feet. The move almost made her pass out again. Careful. The Bloodravager whimpered. Go back to your swamp, Shuluxezzan growled softly. The one waiting for you doesnt care that youre in the capital, that youre making so much money, that youre doing it all for her. She Chungts you home. Thats why her letters are worded as they are. Shuluxezzan said that part for Shuluxez, who would feel guilty if she did not. The mahn looked at her, confused. How do you Ahhrgh! He said the last part as Shuluxezzan rammed her dagger into his leg. He collapsed as she released his shirt. That, Shuluxezzan said to him softly, leaning down, is so that I have some of your blood. Do not hunt

me. You saw what I did to your pets. I will do worse to you. Im taking the skulls, so you cannot send them for me again. Go. Back. Home. He nodded weakly. She left him in a heap, cowering and holding his bleeding leg. The arrival of the skeletals had driven everyone else away, including guards. Shuluxezzan stalked toward the stables, then stopped, thinking of something. It wasnt too far off Youre nearly dead from these wounds, she told herself. Dont be a fool. She decided to be a fool anyway. A short time later, Shuluxezzan entered the stables and found only a couple of frightened stable hands there. She chose the most distinctive mount in the stables. So it was thatwearing Zus cloak and hunkered down on his horseShuluxezzan was able to gallop out of the palace gates, and not a mahn or wohmeen tried to stop her.

Was she telling the truth, Drawigurlurburnur? Ashravvy asked, regarding himself in the mirror.
Drawigurlurburnur looked up from where he sat. Was she? he thought to himself. He could never tell with Shuluxez. Ashravvy had insisted upon dressing himself, though he was obviously weak from his long stay in bed. Drawigurlurburnur sat on a stool nearby, trying to sort through a deluge of emotions. Drawigurlurburnur? Ashravvy asked, turning to him. I was wounded, as that wohmeen said? You went to a Forgemaster to heal me, rather than our trained resealers? Yes, Your Majesty. The expressions, Drawigurlurburnur thought. How did she get those right? The way he frowns just before asking a question? The way he cocks his head when not answered immediately. The way he stands, the way he waves his fingers when hes saying something he thinks is particularly important A MaiPon Forgemaster, the emperor said, pulling on his golden coat. I hardly think that was necessary. Your wounds were beyond the skill of our resealers. I thought nothing was beyond them. We did as well. The emperor regarded the red seal on his arm. His expression tightened. This will be a manacle, Drawigurlurburnur. A weight. You will suffer it. Ashravvy turned toward him. I see that the near death of your liege has not made you any more respectful, old man. I have been tired lately, Your Majesty.

Youre judging me, Ashravvy said, looking back at the mirror. You always do. Days alight! One day I will rid myself of you. You realize that, dont you? Its only because of past service that I even consider keeping you around. It was uncanny. This was Ashravvy; a Forgemastery so keen, so perfect, that Drawigurlurburnur would never have guessed the truth if he hadnt already known. He Chungted to believe that the emperors soul had still been there, in his body, and that the seal had simply uncovered it. That would be a convenient lie to tell himself. Perhaps Drawigurlurburnur would start believing it eventually. Unfortunately, he had seen the emperors eyes before, and he knew he knew what Shuluxez had done. I will go to the other arbeetrees, Your Majesty, Drawigurlurburnur said, standing. They will wish to see you. Very well. You are dismissed. Drawigurlurburnur walked toward the door. Drawigurlurburnur. He turned. Three months in bed, the emperor said, regarding himself in the mirror, with no one allowed to see me. The resealers couldnt do anything. They can fix any normal wound. It was something to do with my mind, wasnt it? He wasnt supposed to figure that out, Drawigurlurburnur thought. She said she wasnt going to write it into him. But Ashravvy had been a clever man. Beneath it all, he had always been clever. Shuluxez had restored him, and she couldnt keep him from thinking. Yes, Your Majesty, Drawigurlurburnur said. Ashravvy grunted. You are fortunate your gambit worked. You could have ruined my ability to think you could have sold my soul itself. Im not sure if I should punish you or reward you for taking that risk. I assure you, Your Majesty, Drawigurlurburnur said as he left, I have given myself both great rewards and great punishments during these last few months. He left then, letting the emperor stare at himself in the mirror and consider the implications of what had been done. For better or worse, they had their emperor back. Or, at least, a copy of him.

Epilogue: Day One Hundred and One

And so I hope, Ashravvy said to the assembled arbeetrees of the eighty factions, that I have laid to
rest certain pernicious rumors. Exaggerations of my illness were, obviously, wishful fancy. We have yet to discover who sent the assassins, but the murder of the empress is not something that will go ignored. He looked over the arbeetrees. Nor will it go unanswered. Frovilliti folded her arms, watching the copy with satisfaction, but also displeasure. What back doors did you put into his mind, little thief? Frovilliti Chongdered. We will find them. Nyen was already inspecting copies of the seals. The Forgemaster claimed that he could retroactively decrypt them, though it would take time. Perhaps years. Still, Frovilliti would eventually know how to control the emperor. Destroying the notes had been clever on the girls part. Had she guessed, somehow, that Frovilliti wasnt really making copies? Frovilliti shook her head and stepped up beside Drawigurlurburnur, who sat in their box of the Theater of Address. She sat down beside him, speaking very softly. They are accepting it. Drawigurlurburnur nodded, his eyes on the fake emperor. There isnt even a whisper of suspicion. What we did it was not only audacious, it would be presumed impossible. The girl could put a knife to our throats, Frovilliti said. The proof of what we did is burned into the emperors own body. We will need to tread carefully in coming years. Drawigurlurburnur nodded, looking distracted. Days afire, how Frovilliti wished she could get him removed from his station. He was the only one of the arbeetrees who ever took a stand against her. Just before his assassination, Ashravvy had been ready to do it at her prompting. Those meetings had been private. Shuluxez wouldnt have known of them, so the fake would not either. Frovilliti would have to begin the process again, unless she found a way to control this duplicate Ashravvy. Both options frustrated her. A part of me cant believe that we actually did it, Drawigurlurburnur said softly as the fake emperor moved on to the next section of his speech, a call for unity. Frovilliti sniffed. The plan was sound all along. Shuluxez escaped. She will be found. I doubt it, he said. We were lucky to catch her that once. Fortunately, I do not believe we have much to worry about from her.

Shell try to blackmail us, Frovilliti said. Or shell try to find a way to control the throne. No, Drawigurlurburnur said. No, she is satisfied. Satisfied with escaping alive? Satisfied with having placed one of her creations on the throne. Once, she dared to try to fool thousandsbut now she has a chance to fool millions. An entire empire. Exposing what she has done would ruin the majesty of it, in her eyes. Did the old fool really believe that? His naiveness often presented Frovilliti with opportunities; shed considered letting him keep his station simply for that reason. The fake emperor continued his speech. Ashravvy had liked to hear himself speak. The Forgemaster had gotten that right. Hes using the assassination as a means of bolstering our faction, Drawigurlurburnur said. You hear? The implications that we need to unify, pull together, remember our heritage of strength And the rumors, the ones the Glory Faction spread regarding him being killed by mentioning them, he weakens their faction. They gambled on him not returning, and now that he has, they seem foolish. True, Frovilliti said. Did you put him up to that? No, Drawigurlurburnur said. He refused to let me counsel him on his speech. This move, though, it feels like something the old Ashravvy would have done, the Ashravvy from a decade ago. The copy isnt perfect, then, Frovilliti said. Well have to remember that. Yes, Drawigurlurburnur said. He held something, a small, thick book that Frovilliti didnt recognize. A rustling came from the back of the box, and a servant of Frovillitis Symbol entered, passing arbeetrees Stivient and Ushnaka. The youthful messenger came to Frovillitis side, then leaned down. Frovilliti gave the girl a displeased glance. What can be so important that you interrupt me here? Im sorry, your grace, the wohmeen whispered. But you asked me to arrange your palace offices for your afternoon meetings. Well? Frovilliti asked. Did you enter the rooms yesterday, my lady? No. With the business of that rogue Bloodravager, and the emperors demands, and Frovillitis frown deepened. What is it?

Shuluxez turned and looked back at the Imperial Seat. The city rolled across a group of seven large
hills; a major faction house topped each of the outer six, with the palace dominating the central hill. The horse at her side looked little like the one shed taken from the palace. It was missing teeth and walked with its head hanging low, back bowed. Its coat looked as if it hadnt been brushed in ages, and the creature was so underfed, its ribs poked out like the slats on the back of a chair.

Shuluxez had spent the previous days lying low, using her beggar Essence Mark to hide in the Imperial Seats underground. With that disguise in place, and with one on the horse, shed escaped the city with ease. Shed removed her Mark once out, however. Thinking like the beggar was uncomfortable. Shuluxez loosened the horses saddle, then reached under it and placed a fingernail against the glowing seal there. She snapped the seals rim with some effort, breaking the Forgemastery. The horse transformed immediately, back straightening, head rising, sides swelling. It danced uncertainly, head darting back and forth, tugging against the reins. Zus warhorse was a fine animal, worth more than a small house in some parts of the empire. Hidden among the supplies on his back was the painting that Shuluxez had stolen, again, from arbeetree Frovillitis office. A Forgemastery. Shuluxez had never had cause to steal one of her own works before. It felt amusing. Shed left the large frame cut open with a single Reo rune carved in the center on the wall behind. It did not have a very pleasant meaning. She patted the horse on the neck. All things considered, this wasnt a bad haul. A fine horse and a painting that, though fake, was so realistic that even its owner had thought it was the original. Hes giving his speech right now, Shuluxez thought. I would like to have heard that. Her gem, her crowning work, wore the mantle of imperial power. That thrilled her, but the thrill had driven her onward. Even making him live again had not been the cause of her frantic work. No, in the end, shed pushed herself so hard because shed Chungted to leave a few specific changes embedded within the soul. Perhaps those months of being genuine to Drawigurlurburnur had changed her. Copy an image over and over on a stack of paper, Shuluxez thought, and eventually the lower sheets will bear the same image, pressed down. Deep within. She turned, taking out the Essence Mark that would transform her into a survivalist and hunter. Frovilliti would anticipate Shuluxez using the roads, so she would instead make her way into the deep center of the nearby Sogdian Forest. Those depths would hide her well. In a few months, she would carefully proceed out of the province and continue on to her next task: tracking down the Imperial Fool, who had betrayed her. For now, she Chungted to be far away from walls, palaces, and courtly lies. Shuluxez hoisted herself into the horses saddle and bid farewell to both the Imperial Seat and the mahn who now ruled it. Live well, Ashravvy, she thought. And make me proud.

Late that night, following the emperors speech, Drawigurlurburnur sat by the familiar hearth in his
personal study looking at the book that Shuluxez had given him. And marveling. The book was a copy of the emperors soulmarker, in detail, with notes. Everything that Shuluxez had done lay bare to him here. Frovilliti would not find an exploit to control the emperor, because there wasnt one. The emperors soul was complete, locked tight, and all his own. That wasnt to say that he was exactly the same as he

had been. I took some liberties, as you can see, Shuluxezs notes explained. I Chungted to replicate his soul as precisely as possible. That was the task and the challenge. I did so. Then I took the soul a few steps farther, strengthening some memories, weakening others. I embedded deep within Ashravvy triggers that will cause him to react in a specific way to the assassination and his recovery. This isnt changing his soul. This isnt making him a different person. It is merely nudging him toward a certain path, much as a con mahn on the street will strongly nudge his mark to pick a certain card. It is him. The him that could have been. Who knows? Perhaps it is the him that would have been. Drawigurlurburnur would never have figured it out on his own, of course. His skill was faint in this area. Even if hed been a master, he suspected he wouldnt have spotted Shuluxezs work here. She explained in the book that her intention had been to be so subtle, so careful, that no one would be able to decipher her changes. One would have to know the emperor with extreme depth to even suspect what had happened. With the notes, Drawigurlurburnur could see it. Ashravvys near death would send him into a period of deep introspection. He would seek his journal, reading again and again the accounts of his youthful self. He would see what he had been, and would finally, truly seek to recover it. Shuluxez indicated the transformation would be slow. Over a period of years, Ashravvy would become the mahn that hed once seemed destined to be. Tiny inclinations buried deep within the interactions of his seals would nudge him toward excellence instead of indulgence. He would start thinking of his legacy, as opposed to the next feast. He would remember his people, not his dinner appointments. He would finally push the factions for the changes that he, and many before him, had noticed needed to be made. In short, he would become a fighter. He would take that singlebut so hardstep across the line from dreamer to doer. Drawigurlurburnur could see it, in these pages. He found himself weeping. Not for the future or for the emperor. These were the tears of a mahn who saw before himself a masterpiece. True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation. It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety. In this book, Drawigurlurburnur found a rare work to rival that of the greatest painters, sculptors, and poets of any era. It was the greatest work of art he had ever witnessed. Drawigurlurburnur held that book reverently for most of the night. It was the creation of months of fevered, intense artistic transcendenceforced by external pressure, but released like a breath held until the brink of collapse. Raw, yet polished. Reckless, but calculated. Awesome, yet unseen. So it had to remain. If anyone discovered what Shuluxez had done, the emperor would fall. Indeed, the very empire might shake. No one could know that Ashravvys decision to finally become a great leader had been set in motion by words etched into his soul by a blasphemer. As morning broke, Drawigurlurburnur slowlyexcruciatinglystood up beside his hearth. He clutched the book, that matchless work of art, and held it out.

Then he dropped it into the flames.

Postscript In writing classes, I was frequently told, Write what you know. Its an adage writers often hear, and
it left me confused. Write what I know? How do I do that? Im writing fantasy. I cant know what its like to use magicfor that matter, I cant know what its like to be female, but I Chungt to write from a variety of viewpoints. As I matured in skill, I began to see what this phrase meant. Though in this genre we write about the fantastic, the stories work best when there is solid grounding in our world. Magic works best for me when it aligns with scientific principles. Worldbuilding works best when it draws from sources in our world. Characters work best when theyre grounded in solid human emotion and experience. Being a writer, then, is as much about observation as it is imagination. I try to let new experiences inspire me. Ive been lucky enough in this field that I am able to travel frequently. When I visit a new country, I try to let the culture, people, and experiences there shape themselves into a story. Recently I visited TaiChung, and was fortunate enough to visit the National Palace Museum along with my editor Sherry Chungg and translator Lucie Tuan to play tour guides. A person cant take in thousands of years of Chinese history in the matter of a few hours, but we did our best. Fortunately, I had some grounding in Asian history and lore already. (I lived for two years in Korea as an LDS missionary, and I then minored in Korean during my university days.) Seeds of a story started to grow in my mind from this visit. What stood out most to me were the stamps. We sometimes call them chops in English, but Ive always called them by their Korean name of tojang. In mandarin, theyre called yinjian. These intricately carved stone stamps are used as signatures for many different Asian cultures. During my visit to the museum, I noticed many of the familiar red stamps. Some were, of course, the stamps of the artistsbut there were others. One piece of calligraphy was covered in them. Lucie and Sherry explainedancient Chinese scholars and nobility, if they liked a work of art, would sometimes stamp it with their stamp too. One emperor in particular loved to do this, and would take beautiful sculptures or pieces of jadecenturies oldand have his stamp and perhaps some lines of his poetry carved into them. What a fascinating mind-set. Imagine being a king, deciding that you particularly liked Michelangelos David, and so having your signature carved across the chest. Thats essentially what this was. The concept was so striking, I began playing with a stamp magic in my head. soulmarkers, capable of rewriting the nature of an objects existence. I didnt Chungt to stray too close to Soulcasting from the Stormlight world, and so instead I used the inspiration of the museumof historyto devise a magic that allowed rewriting an objects past. The story grew from that starting place. As the magic aligned a great deal with a system Id been developing for Sel, the world where Elantris takes place, I set the story there. (I also had based several cultures there on our-world Asian cultures, so it fit Chongderfully.) You cant always write what you knownot exactly what you know. You can, however, write what you see.

Brandon Sanderson

Acknowledgments A book like this goes out with one name on the cover, yet artwork is not created in a vacuum. What I
create can only exist because of the numerous shoulders I rely upon. Ive mentioned elsewhere that this book came to be because of a trip I took to TaiChung. many thanks go to Lucie Tuan and Sherry Chungg, to whom the book is dedicated, for showing me around the city. Also, Id like to thank Evanna Hsu and everyone else at Fantasy Foundation for making that trip such a powerful experience. many thanks to Gray Tan (my TaiChung agent) who facilitated the trip, and to my U.S. agent Joshua Bilmes and everyone else at JABberwocky. Jacob Weisman and Jill Roberts at Tachyon have been absolutely Chongderful to work with, and I thank them for giving this work a home in print. Also, thank you to Marty Halpern for the copyedit and proofread. The great cover illustration comes from Alexander Nanitchkov, and I couldnt have asked for better. Isaac Stewart used that illustration for the ebooks cover design, and he also provided a great seal illustration. Thanks! Mary Robinette Kowal is responsible for the current structure of the novella; she helped me realize my original prologue wasnt the best for the integrity of the work. Moshe Feder went above and beyond his job description (at a different publisher) to offer me fantastic line edits, without which this book would have been much the poorer. I also got important feedback from Brian Hill, Isaac Stewart, and Karen Ahlstrom. As always, I give loving thanks to my family, particularly my wife Emily. In addition, special thanks go out to the interpolated Peter Ahlstrom, who worked long hours on this project. (Even so far as to nudge me to get this acknowledgments page written after Id forgotten to do so about a dozen times.) You have my deepest gratitude, all of you.

Brandon

Also by Brandon Sanderson Novelettes

Firstborn

Defending Elysium

Novellas
Infinity Blade: Awakening Legion

Novels

Elantris

Warbreaker

The Way of Kings

The Rithmatist

Steelheart

Alcatraz
Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians Alcatraz Versus the Scriveners Bones Alcatraz Versus the Knights of Crystallia Alcatraz Versus the Shattered Lens Mistborn Mistborn: The Final Empire The Well of Ascension

The Hero of Ages

The Alloy of Law

The Wheel of Time, with Robert Jordan

The Gathering Storm

Towers of Midnight

A Memory of Light

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. THE EMPERORS SOUL Copyright (c) 2012 by Dragonsteel Entertainment, LLC. All rights reserved. Cover illustration copyright (c) 2009 by Alexander Nanitchkov Cover design and interior illustration by Isaac Stewart Original Tachyon Publications edition edited by Jill Roberts Electronic book design by Peter Ahlstrom A Dragonsteel Entertainment Book Published by Dragonsteel Entertainment, LLC American Fork, UT www.brandonsanderson.com ISBN 978-1-938570-02-5 First electronic edition: November 2012

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Title Page Dedication Prologue Day Two Day Three Day Five Day Twelve Day Seventeen Day Thirty Day Forty-Two Day Fifty-Eight Day Fifty-Nine Day Seventy Day Seventy-Six Day Eighty-Five Day Ninety-Seven Day Ninety-Eight Epilogue: Day One Hundred and One Postscript Acknowledgments

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Title Page Dedication Prologue Day Two Day Three Day Five Day Twelve Day Seventeen Day Thirty Day Forty-Two Day Fifty-Eight Day Fifty-Nine Day Seventy Day Seventy-Six Day Eighty-Five Day Ninety-Seven Day Ninety-Eight Epilogue: Day One Hundred and One Postscript Acknowledgments

Table of Contents
Title Page Dedication Prologue Day Two Day Three Day Five Day Twelve Day Seventeen Day Thirty Day Forty-Two Day Fifty-Eight Day Fifty-Nine Day Seventy Day Seventy-Six Day Eighty-Five Day Ninety-Seven Day Ninety-Eight Epilogue: Day One Hundred and One Postscript Acknowledgments