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you.”
    “But you have heard
something
?”
    “I’ve heard nonsense; I’ve heard something that doesn’t even deserve to be
called
a rumor. Apparently Serpine has been making inquiries about the Scepter of the Ancients.”
    “What about it?”
    “He’s looking for it.”
    “What do you mean? The Scepter’s a fairy tale.”
    “Like I said, it’s nonsense.”
    Skulduggery went silent for a moment, as if he was storing that piece of information away for further study. When he spoke again, it was with a new line of questioning. “So, what would Gordon have that he—or anyone else—might want?”
    “Probably quite a lot,” China answered. “Dear Gordon was like me—he was a collector. But I don’t think that’s the question you should be asking.”
    Skulduggery thought for a moment. “Ah.”
    Stephanie looked at the two of them. “What?
What?
”
    “The question,” Skulduggery said, “is not what did Gordon have that someone might want to steal, but rather what did Gordon have that someone had to wait until he was dead in order to steal it?”
    Stephanie looked at him. “There’s a difference?”
    China answered her. “There are items that cannot be taken, possessions that cannot be stolen. In the case of such an item, the owner must be dead before anyone else can take advantage of its powers.”
    “If you hear anything that might be of use,” Skulduggery said, “will you let me know?”
    “And what do I get in return?” China responded, that smile playing on her lips again.
    “My appreciation?”
    “Tempting. That is tempting.”
    “Then how about this?” Skulduggery said. “Do it as a favor, for a friend.”
    “A friend?” China said. “After all these years, after everything that’s happened, are you saying that you’re my friend again?”
    “I was talking about Gordon.”
    China laughed, and Stephanie followed Skulduggery as he walked through the stacks. They left the library and traveled back the way they’d come.
    When they were out on the street, Stephanie spoke up at last.
    “So that was China Sorrows,” she said.
    “Yes, that was,” Skulduggery responded. “A woman not to be trusted.”
    “Beautiful name, though.”
    “Like I said, names are power. There are three names for everyone. The name you’re born with,the name you’re given, and the name you take. Everyone, no matter who they are, is born with a name. You were born with a name. Do you know what it is?”
    “Is this a trick question?”
    “Do you know what your name is?”
    “Yes. Stephanie Edgley.”
    “No.”
    “No?”
    “That’s your given name. That’s the name other people handed you. If a mage with any kind of knowledge wanted to, he could use that name to influence you, to attain some small degree of control—to make you stand, sit, speak, things like that.”
    “Like a dog.”
    “I suppose so.”
    “You’re likening me to a dog?”
    “No,” he said, and then paused. “Well, yes.”
    “Oh, cheers.”
    “But you have another name, a real name, a true name. A name unique to you and you alone.”
    “What is it?”
    “I don’t know. You don’t know it either, at least not consciously. This name gives you power, but itwould also give other people absolute power over you. If someone knew it, they could command your loyalty, your love, everything about you. Your free will could be totally eradicated. Which is why we keep our true names hidden.”
    “So what’s the third name?”
    “The name you take. It can’t be used against you, it can’t be used to influence you, and it’s your first defense against a sorcerer’s attack. Your taken name seals your given name, protects it, and that’s why it’s so important to get it right.”
    “So Skulduggery is the name you took?”
    “It is.”
    “What about me? Should I have a third name?”
    He hesitated for only a moment. “If you’re going to be accompanying me on this, then yes, you probably should.”
    “And
am
I going to be