The Beggar King never gives without taking. Jordan is about to discover that everything has an underside: even magic, even him.
A political coup on Jordan's fifteenth birthday brings the disappearance of many Cirrans, including his mother. Brinnian guards have imprisoned them at an unknown location. The time is also coming for Jordan to choose a vocation and take his robes, and not a single talent has revealed itself besides a gift for mischief. On his sixteenth birthday he risks everything in a defiant act punishable by hanging. The guards spot him; he is doomed. When the Beggar King offers him the gift of disappearing, he has no choice but to accept.
Who is this man, anyway? No one believes there's such a thing as a Beggar King. But there is, and he means to bring back the undermagic, a dangerous dark power from long ago. Jordan needs this power to save his mother, so he agrees to help the sorcerer. But he discovers that the undermagic is difficult to give up once you've tried it. And there is always a price, a terrible price, which the Beggar King does not name in advance.
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Do you know anything about a brass door near the old library archives-Jordan asked.
Sarmillion's golden eyes narrowed and his whiskers turned down. hat door is forbidden. It's no place for a child.
How ever did you hear of such a thing??
Sarmillion studied the boy, who immediately looked away, and then the undercat nodded. He could sniff out a lie as easily as a piece of fried trout. What sort of mischief have you been dirtying your fingers with??
When Jordan's face reddened, Sarmillion felt bad. He liked the Elliott boy, and he admired anyone who had the courage to follow the dark and twisting labyrinth that led to that door. He wouldn't do it. You could get lost. And there were spiders.
You didn't touch it, did you-he asked. It's enchanted, you know.
Your maid forgot to mention that, I suppose, said Sarmillion. cullery maids are not scribes and scholars, boy. They know their nutty buns, may the Great Light shine upon I'm, but when it comes to enchantments their only education is whatever they learned on their grannies' laps. Once long ago Master Mimosa touched that door, I'll have you know, and two weeks later his great uncle dropped dead of a heart attack. I'll telling you, it's a menace. It should never have been put there, but there's not a thing anyone can do about it now. He grunted. Next you'll be telling me you opened the blasted thing.
Indeed, said Sarmillion. hey say, This door does not open for fools, rascals or teenaged boys. Period. All fools, rascals and teenaged boys who find themselves in front of this door should take themselves home immediately and douse themselves in cold water and then perform ten years of penance for their stupidity. Does that answer your question? forgot, you're wise beyond your years, said Sarmillion with a good-natured chuckle. To, it doesn't say that. But I'm under palace oath to keep certain secrets. Like the secret of the Book of What Is, for example. The thought came unbidden, and he was quick to stuff it back down where it would keep quiet. In Arrabel's time there was always a Landguard posted at the entrance to that hallway. You wouldn't have gotten within a hundred feet of that door.
Why? What's behind it that is so dangerous??