Jennsen made herself comfortable on the red and gold pillow on the floor in front of the sorceress.

"Many years ago," Althea began, clasping her hands in her lap atop her black-and-white print dress, "more than you might believe, I traveled with my sister to the Old World, beyond the great barrier to the south."

Jennsen decided that, for the time being, it might be best just to keep quiet and learn what she could, rather than bring up what she already knew-that the new Lord Rahl, bent on conquest, had destroyed the great barrier to the south in order to invade the Old World, and that Sebastian had come up from the Old World to try to find a way to help the emperor, Jagang the Just, stop the invading D'Harans. She thought that maybe if she understood it all a little better, herself, then she might be able to come up with a way of convincing Althea to help her.

"I went to the Old World to go to a place called the Palace of the Prophets," Althea said. This, too, Jennsen had heard of from Sebastian. "I have a gift for a very primitive form of prophecy. I wanted to learn what I could about it, while my sister wished to learn about cures and such. I also wanted to learn things about people like you."

"Me?" Jennsen said. "What do you mean?"

"The ancestors of Darken Rahl were no different than he. They all eliminated any ungifted offspring they discovered had been born. Lathea and I were young and full of fire to help those in need, and also those we felt were unjustly persecuted. We wanted to use our gift to help change the world for the better. While we each hoped to study different things, we both went for much the same reasons."

Jennsen thought that seemed pretty close to how she felt and was just the kind of help she was talking about, but she also knew that right then was not the moment to say it. She asked, instead, "Why did you have to travel all the way to the Palace of the Prophets to learn these things?"

"The sorceresses there are renowned to have experience with many things, with wizards, and magic, and most of all, with matters to do with this world and with the worlds beyond."

"Worlds beyond?" Jennsen gestured to the space outside the outer gilded ring on the Grace setting not far away. "You mean, the world of the dead?"

Althea leaned back as she reflected. "Well, yes, but not exactly. You understand the Grace?" Althea waited for Jennsen's nod. "The sorceresses at the Palace of the Prophets have knowledge about the interactions of the gift, the veil between worlds, and their interdependent relationships-how it all fits together. They are called the Sisters of the Light."

Jennsen recalled with a jolt that Sebastian had said that the Sisters of the Light were with Emperor Jagang, now. Sebastian had offered to take Jennsen to the Sisters of the Light. He'd said he thought they might be able to help her. It had to be that they had something to do with the Creator's Light, and especially the gift, in the center of the Grace.

Another thought came to her. "This has something to do with what Lathea said? That you could see the… holes in the world, as she called it?"

Althea smiled with the pleasure of a teacher seeing a student flirting with discovery. "That's the tip of the tooth. You see, the ungifted offspring of the Lord Rahl-of every Lord Rahl going back thousands of years-are different than anyone else. You are holes in the world to those of us with the gift."

"What does that mean, exactly-holes in the world?"

"We are blind to you."

"Blind? But you see me. Lathea could see me, too. I don't understand.»

"Not blind with our eyes. Blind with our gift." She swept an arm out toward Friedrich at the fire with an iron kettle, and then toward the window. "There are living things all around. You see them with your eyesyou see Friedrich and the trees and such-just as I do, just as everyone does." She held up a finger to make her point. "But through my gift, I also see them.

"While our eyes may perceive you, those of us with the gift cannot see you with that aspect of ourselves. Darken Rahl could not see you any more than I can. Neither can the new Lord Rahl. To those of us with the gift, you are a hole in the world."

"But, but," Jennsen stammered in confusion, "that makes no sense. He's been hunting me. He sent men after me-they had my name on a piece of paper."

"They may hunt you, but only in the conventional sense. They cannot find you with magic. His gift is blind to you. He has to use spies, bribes, and threats to locate you, in addition to his wits and cunning. Were it not so, he might send some magic beast to reap your bones for him and be done with it, instead of sending out men with your name written down on a piece of paper."

"You mean, I'm already invisible to him?"

"No. I know you. I remember your red hair. I recognized you because I remember your mother, and you look like her. I know you in those ways-the ways anybody knows and recognizes someone. Darken Rahl, were he alive, might recognize you if he remembered your mother. Others who knew him might well see some of him in you, as I do, in addition to your mother's looks. He could know you in all those same ways common to one without the gift. He can find you by ordinary means. Of course, if he or one with the gift were to actually lay eyes on you, they would realize you are an ungifted offspring of a Rahl-because they could see you.

"But, he could not find you with magic. That he cannot do. To those of us with the gift, you are in many ways like everyone else, except that you are a hole in the world."

Jennsen was frowning. She only realized it when Althea tapped her thumbs together, thinking, in response to that face.

"When I was at the Palace of the Prophets," Althea finally said, "I knew a woman there, a sorceress, like me, named Adie. She had traveled alone to the Old World from a far-off land in order to learn what she could. But Adie was blind."

"Blind? She could travel alone when she was blind?"

Althea smiled at the memory of the woman. "Oh yes. With the use of her gift, rather than her eyes. All sorceress-all people with the gifthave unique abilities. On top of that, in some the gift is stronger, like people who have big muscles are stronger than me. Like Friedrich. He is stronger in muscles. You have hair like other people, but yours is red. Some have blond, or black, or brown. Despite what things people have in common, each person has different attributes.

"It's like that with the gift. It's not only different in its aspects, but the power of those aspects differ. With some, it's very strong, with some, weak. Each of us is an individual. We're all unique in our ability, our gift, the same as you are unique in other ways."

"And what about your friend, Adie?"

"Ali, well, Adie's eyes were completely white-blind-but she had learned the trick of seeing with her gift. The gift told her more about the world around her than my eyes told me. Adle could see people better with her gift than I could with my eyes. Much like when people who don't have the gift go blind, they depend more on their hearing, so they learn to hear more than you or I.

"Adie did that with her gift. She saw by sensing that infinitesimal spark of the Creator's gift that everything has-life itself, and more: Creation.

"The point is that, to me, to Darken Rahl, to Adie, you do not exist. You are a hole in the world."

For reasons Jennsen could not at first comprehend, terror washed through her. And then the sense of her terror began to take shape. She could feel her eyes filling with tears.

"The Creator didn't give me life, like everyone else? I came to exist in some other way? I'm some kind of. . monster? My father wanted to have me killed because I'm some monstrosity of nature?"

"No, no, child," Althea said as she leaned forward and stroked a comforting hand down Jennsen's hair, "that is not at all what I mean."

Jennsen tried mightily to contain the new shape of dread. Through watery vision, she saw Althea's concerned face gazing down at her. "I'm not even part of Creation. That's why the gift can't sense me. The Lord Rahl only wanted to rid the world of an error of nature, an evil thing."

"Jennsen, don't put words where I have not. Listen to me, now."

Jennsen nodded as she wiped under her eyes. "I'm listening."

"Just because you're different, that doesn't make you evil."

"Just what am I, then, if not a monster untouched by Creation?"

"My dear child, you are a pillar of Creation."

"But you said-"

"I said that those with the gift cannot see you with it. I did not say that you don't exist, or that you are not as the rest of us, a part of Creation."

"Then why am I one of those… things? One of those holes in the world?"

Althea shook her head. "I don't know, child. But our lack of knowledge does not prove something evil. An owl can see at night. Does it make you evil because people can't see you while the owl can? One person's limitations don't confer wickedness on another. It shows only one thing: the existence of limitations."

"But all the offspring of the Lord Rahl are like this?"

She considered carefully before answering. "The genuinely ungifted ones, yes. Those who are born with at least some tiny aspect of the gift are not. That aspect can be so infinitesimal and unusable that it would not even be recognized to exist by anyone in any other way aside from this one. For all practical purposes, those offspring would be thought of as ungifted, except that they would have this quality that would keep them from being like you-holes in the world. It also makes them vulnerable. This kind of offspring can be found with magic and thus eliminated."

"Could it be that most of the offspring of Lord Rahl are like that, and those like me, holes in the world, are actually the ones who are more rare?"

"Yes," Althea admitted quietly.

Jennsen sensed an undercurrent of tension in the single word answer. "Are you suggesting that there is something more to all of this than just that we are holes in the world to the gifted?"

"Yes. That was one of the reasons I went to study with the Sisters of the Light. I wanted to better understand the interrelationship of the gift with life as we know it-with Creation."