"General Kerson," Drefan said, "I want those derelict troops found. We must have discipline in the army, or we are lost to the Order. When they are found. I want the officers executed."
"What? You want me to execute my own men because they have lost the bond-" "I want you to execute them for treason. When the rest of the men learn that we won't tolerate such negligence to duty, they will think twice about joining with our enemy." "Our enemy. Lord Rahl?"
"Of course. If they don't do their duty as D'Harans, to serve and protect the D'Haran empire, to say nothing of their Lord Rahl, then they are aiding the enemy. That makes them traitors! It endangers the life of my wife! Of everyone!"glided his fingers over the raised gold letters on the hilt of the Sword of Truth-his sword. He wielded it by right. "Now, do you have anything else to report?"general and Kahlan surreptitiously shared a look. "No, Lord Rahl."
"Good. That will be all, then. Dismissed." He turned to Kahlan and held out his arm. "Come, my dear. We will have breakfast together."61a daze, Richard stepped down off the wizard's throne at the head of the Hall of the Winds. His footsteps echoed into the distance. It was his rightful place, the wizard's throne: he was the only war wizard, the only wizard with both Additive and Subtractive Magic.inside of the Temple of the Winds was beyond colossal. It was almost beyond comprehension. There was no sound in this soundless place, unless he put one there, or willed it into being.arched ceiling enclosing the lofty heights overhead could have contained eagles, and they hardly would have been aware that they were captive inside a structure. Mountain hawks, were there any, could soar and dive under that aerial arch, and feel at home.the sides, massive columns supported walls that ascended into the remote curve of the ribbed ceiling. In those side walls, enormous windows let in more of the omnipresent diffused light.least he could see the side walls. The far distant end of the hall simply faded out of sight, into a haze.everything was the color of a pale afternoon mist: the floors, the columns, the walls, the ceiling. They almost seemed made of the filmy light.was a flea in a vast canyon. Even so, the place was not limitless, as it was outside the walls., he would have been stunned and awed by this place. Now, he was neither. He was simply numb., time had no meaning, other than that which he brought with him. Time had no place to anchor in eternity. He could have been here a century, rather than a mere couple of weeks, and only he would note the difference, and then. only if he so chose. Life had little meaning here, a concept as distant as the other end of eternity; he brought that, too, to this place. Yet the Temple of the Winds had perception, and sheltered him in its wizard-crafted, stone embrace.the sides, as he strode the hall, there were alcoves under each arch. beyond each pair of columns. In each alcove resided the things of magic stored here for safekeeping-sent here from the world of life, for the safekeeping of the world of life.understood them and could use them. He understood how dangerous these things were, and why some had wanted them locked away for all time. The knowledge of the winds was his, now.that knowledge, he had halted the plague. He didn't have the book that was used to start the plague, but it wasn't necessary to have the book to render it impotent. The book was stolen from this place, and so was still yoked to the winds.was a simple matter of switching the fluxes of power emanating from the winds which enabled the magic of the book to function in the world of life.fact, it was so simple that he was ashamed that he hadn't realized the way to do it before. Thousands of people had died because he had been so ignorant. Had he known then what he knew now, he could have merely cast a web spun with both sides of his power and the book would have been useless to Jagang. All those people dead-and it had been so simple.least he was able to use his healing powers to halt the sickness among most who were afflicted before he had interrupted the currents of magic. At least the plague was ended.had only cost him everything. What price, for all those lives. What price the spirits had set. What price, indeed.had cost Nadine her life. He felt profound sorrow for her. He would have eliminated Jagang, and the threat from the Old World, too, but he couldn't do so from this place. That was the world of life, and he could only affect those things taken from this place to the world of life, and the damage they caused.had touched the core of power in this place, though; there would be no more entry through Betrayer's Hall. Jagang would not twice accomplish the same feat.paused. He drew his sword, Drefan's sword. He held it out in his palms, staring at it, watching the light catch it. This wasn't his sword-the Sword of Truth.let his will flow from the core of his soul, carrying his birthright of power with it. His gift came as easily as a sigh, where before he had struggled to bring forth the most insignificant shred of his power. Force flowed outward, through his arms, and into the object he held.mind guided its elements, balancing each to the desired sequence and result, until the sword in his hands transmuted into the twin of the one he knew so well. He held the twin to the Sword of Truth, although without its attendant impressions of those past souls who had used his real sword. In every other way, though, it was the same. It held the same power, the same magic.had died in the attempt to make the Sword of Truth, until some were finally successful. Once they had succeeded, that knowledge was borne to this place, and it was therefore Richard's for the taking, as was all the knowledge here.seized the hilt and held the blade aloft. Richard let the power, the magic, the rage of the sword inundate him, storm through him, just to feel something. Even wrath was something.had no need of a sword, though. The wrath winked out, to be replaced again by the emptiness.tossed the sword high into the air and held it there, where it rotated slowly on a bed of force. With a pulse of power, he shattered the sword he had made into a cloud of metal lie dust, and with another thought, evacuated the dust out of existence. He stood empty again. Empty and alone.presence caused him to turn. It was another spirit. They came, from time to time, to see him, to speak with him, to urge him to return to his world before it was too late, before he lost the thread back to the world of life. This form, this spirit, rooted him to the floor in rigid shock. It looked like Kahlan.soft, glowing apparition hovered before him, radiating with a glow the same color as everything else in this place, only with more intensity, more definition.looked like Kahlan. For the first time in weeks, his heart pounded. "Kahlan? Have you died? Are you a spirit, now?" "No." the spirit said, "I am Kahlan'? mother."'s muscles went slack again. He turned away and continued on through the hall. "What do you want?"spirit followed, as they sometimes did, interested in him. a curiosity, perhaps, in their world.
"I have brought you something," the spirit said. Richard turned. "What?"held out a rose. The green of the stem and the red of the petals were stunning in this colorless world, a ripple of pleasure to his eyes. The fragrance filled his lungs with its pleasant aroma. He had almost forgotten the pleasure of such a thing. "What am I to do with this?"spirit held it out, urging him to take it. He had no fear of the spirits who came to see him. Even those who hated him could not harm him. He knew how to protect himself.took the rose. "Thank you." He slid the stem behind his belt. He turned and continued on. The spirit of Kahlan's mother followed. He didn't like looking into her face. Though she was a spirit, and her features were indistinct in that glow they had, she still looked too much like Kahlan. "Richard, may I talk with you?"footsteps echoed through the vast hall. "If you wish." "I wish to tell you about my daughter. Kahlan." Richard stopped and turned back to the spirit. "Why?" "Because she is part of me. She was of my flesh, just as you are of your mother's flesh. Kahlan is my connection to the world of life, the place I once was. Where you must return."started out once more. "I am home. I have no intention of returning to that bitter world. If you wish me to carry a message to your daughter. I'm sorry, I can't. Leave me."lifted his hand to banish her from the hall, but she raised her hands, pleading for him to stay his power.
"I do not wish you to carry a message. Kahlan knows I love her. I wish to talk to you." "Why?"
"Because of what I did to Kahlan." "Did to her? What did you do to her?"
"I instilled in her a sense of duty. 'Confessors don't have love, Kahlan. They have duty. That was what I told her. To my shame, I never explained what I meant by that. I fear I left her no room for life.
"More than any Confessor I knew, Kahlan wanted to live life. to relish it. Duty denied her much of that. That is what makes her such a good protector of her people. She wants them to have a chance at their joy, because she sees so clearly what she was denied. She is left to take small pleasures as she can." "Is there a point to this?" "Don't you enjoy life, Richard?"walked on. "I understand about duty. I have been born to duty. I am now done with it. I am done with everything." "You, too, misunderstand what I meant about duty. To the right person, the person who is truly born to it, duty is a form of love, through which all is possible. Duty is not always a denial of things, but an expansion of them to others. Duty is not always a chore, but is best carried out with love. "Will you not return to her, Richard? She needs you." "Kahlan has a husband, now. I have no place in her life." "You have a place in her heart." "Kahlan said she would never forgive me."
"Richard, have you never said something you didn't mean, in desperation? Have you never wished you could take back the words?"
"I can't return to her. She is married to another. She has given an oath, and she has.. I won't go back."
"Even if she is married to another, even if you cannot be with her, even if it breaks your heart to know you can't have her, don't you love her enough to mend her heart? To put her heart at peace? Is it all you, and none of it her, in this love you have?"glared at the spirit. "She has found happiness in my absence. She doesn't need anything from me." "Do you find enjoyment in the rose, Richard?" Richard walked on. "Yes, it's very nice, thank you." "Will you consider going back, then?"wheeled to the spirit of Kahlan's mother. "Thank you for the rose. Here are a thousand in repayment, so you may not say I owe you anything in return!"cast out his hand and the air filled with roses. Rose petals flew and swirled in a red blizzard.
"I'm sorry I could not make you understand, Richard. I can see that I only bring you pain. I will leave you."she vanished, the floor was bespattered with red petals, looking like nothing so much as a pool of blood.sank to the floor, feeling too sick to stand. Soon, he would be one of them, a spirit, and he would not have to endure this limbo where he twisted between worlds. He had food, when he wanted it, he had sleep, when he wanted it, but he couldn't maintain life here indefinitely. This was not the world of life.enough, he would be one of them, and finished with this emptiness that was his life.had once filled that emptiness. She had once been everything to him. He had trusted her. He had thought his heart had been safe in her care. He had imagined more than was true. How could he have been such a fool? Was it all such illusion?'s head came up. He peered across the hall. He went through a mental, inventory of the items stored here. The gazing font. It was there, across the hall. He knew how to use it.rose and crossed the hall, going between two of the columns, to find the stone gazing font. It had two basins, in two tiers, the lower one waist-high, and the upper just above his head. Each basin was a long rectangle. Carved into the glittering charcoal-gray stone were ornate symbols of instruction and power. The lower basin was brimful of a silver liquid, appearing similar to the sliph, but very different, he knew.lifted the silver ewer from the shelf below and dipped it in the lower basin. He emptied the ewer into the upper basin. He continued, until the upper basin was loaded with its charge of the gazing liquid.leaned across the lower basin to place his hands on the proper symbols, spread wide to each side. He read the ancient words before him as he leaned in, hands pressed to the gazing keyways. When the words were said. he focused his mind on the person he wished to gaze upon. As he did this, he let slip a small cord of power to release the liquid in the upper font.the entire knife-edge front of the upper basin, the silver liquid spilled out in a thin. silvery sheet before his face. In that waterfall of gazing liquid, Richard saw the person he called in his mind: Kahlan.chest tightened at seeing her. He almost gasped, almost called out her name in anguish.was in her white Confessor's dress. The familiar contours of her face made him ache with longing. She was near her rooms, her bedroom, in the Confessors" Palace. It was night, there. Richard could feel his heart hammering against his ribs as he watched her glide to a halt at the door.slipped up behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders, giving them a squeeze as he leaned close, putting his mouth by her ear.
"Kahlan, my wife, my love. Are you ready to go into bed? I've had a hard day. I so look forward to a night of your lustful passion."released the font. He lifted his fists as he staggered back. The gazing font exploded apart, heavy pieces of rock driven ahead of huge gouts of flame and smoke. Shards of stone whistled through the hall, disappearing into the distance. Massive chunks of stone wailed as they rose up into the air, lifted on a raging inferno, until they lost their upward momentum and dropped back down, to shatter into fragments and dust. The gazing liquid flooded the floor. In each droplet and pool, Richard could see Kahlan's face. He turned his back and stalked away. A furnace of flame blasted the floor, evaporating each droplet, yet he could still perceive her face in the tiniest mist of it filling the air. He cast up his fists. Every droplet, every infinitesimal bit of mist, winked into nothingness behind him.the center of the hall, in a daze, Richard slumped to the floor, staring out at nothing.malicious chuckle drifted through the winds. Richard knew who it was. His father was back to torment him again.
"What's the matter, my son?" Darken Rahl said in his derisive hiss. "Aren't you happy with my choice of a husband for your true love? My own son, my own flesh and blood, Drefan, wed to the Mother Confessor. I think it a good choice myself. He's a good boy. She seemed pleased. But then, you already know that, don't you? You should be pleased that she is pleased. So very pleased." Darken Rahl's laughter cavorted through the hall.didn't bother to banish the luminous form standing over him. What did it matter?
"So, what do you say, my wife? Shall we have a night of wild passion? Like you showed my brother when you thought it me?"used all her strength to ram her elbow into Drefan's sternum. She had caught him off guard. He hadn't expected that. He doubled over in pain, unable to get his breath. "I told you, Drefan, if you touch me, I'll cut your throat."he could recover to laugh at her anger, or to taunt her with his threats of force, she slipped into her room, slammed the door, and threw the bolt.stood trembling in the near darkness. She had felt something. For a moment, it had felt as if Richard was there with her. She had almost called out his name- screamed she loved him.clutched her abdomen in agony. When would she ever stop thinking about him?was never coming back.crossed the thick carpets in her sitting room and went back into the bedroom. She dropped into a defensive crouch when someone stepped out in front of her.
"Sorry," Berdine whispered. "I didn't mean to frighten you." Kahlan sighed as she unclenched her fists and rose to her feet. "Berdine." She threw her arms around the woman. "Oh, Berdine, I'm glad to see you. How are you doing?"hugged Kahlan with a desperate need for comfort. "It's been a few weeks, but it seems as if Raina died only yesterday. I'm so angry with her for leaving me. And then when I get angry at her, I cry because I miss her so. If she would only have held on for a few more days, she would be alive now. Just a couple of days."
"I know, I know," Kahlan whispered. She parted from Berdine, keeping her voice low. "What are you doing here? I thought you went up to the Keep to relieve Cara."
"I did, but I had to come down to talk to you."
"You mean the sliph is unguarded?" Berdine nodded. "Berdine, we can't leave her alone. We would never know if someone slipped into Aydindril-someone with dangerous magic. That was what-"shushed her. "I know. This is important, too. Besides, what difference does it really make? Cara and I have lost our power. We couldn't stop someone with magic, now, if they did come through the sliph.
"I have to talk to you, Mother Confessor, and I can never do it in the day because Drefan is always showing up."
"Don't let him catch you calling him anything other than Lord Rahl, or he-" "He isn't Lord Rahl. He isn't. Mother Confessor." "I know. But he's all the Lord Rahl we have."looked Kahlan in the eye. "Cara and I have been talking. We decided we should kill him. We need you to help us."
"We can't do that." Kahlan gripped Berdine's shoulder. "We can't.", "Sure we can. We'll hide out on the balcony, you get him out of his clothes so that he's away from those knives of his, and while you.. distract his attention, we'll burst in and end it." "Berdine, we can't."
"Well, all right, if you're skittish about that plan, we can easily think of another. The point is, we have to kill him." "No, the point is, we can't kill him."scowled. "Do you want to be married to that pig? Sooner or later, he's going to insist on his rights as your husband."
"Berdine, listen to me. Even if he does that, I will have to endure it. I can endure rape if it means saving lives. We can't kill Drefan. He's the only Lord Rahl we have. Until we can figure out what to do, he is the only thing holding the army together. "Right now. they're confused by his aggressive command. D'Harans are used to being told what to do by Lord Rahl. Drefan is acting as if he is the Lord Rahl and, for the moment, the army is scratching their heads, wondering if they're sure he isn't."
"But he isn't," Berdine insisted.
"But at the moment, that's all that is holding the whole thing together. If it falls apart, then the Imperial Order will be able to roll right over the Midlands. Drefan is right about that much of it."
''But you are the Mother Confessor. General Kerson is loyal to you. Even without the bond. he sticks around because of you. Most of the officers do the same. Because of you, not Drefan. You could hold things together as well as Drefan. Maybe it would work."
"And maybe not. I may not like Drefan, but he has done nothing to earn assassination. As much as I don't like his ways, he's doing his best to keep us all together. With him, and me, we may be able to keep everyone together in this." Berdine tilled her head closer. "It won't last, and you know it." Kahlan wiped a hand across her face. "Berdine, Drefan is my husband. I have sworn an oath to him."
"An oath, is it? Then why haven't you let him in your bed?" Kahlan opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words.
"It's because of Lord Rahl, isn't it? You still think he's coming back, don't you? You want him to come back."put her fingertips to her lips. She turned away. "If Richard was going to come back. he'd have done so by now."
"Maybe it's the plague, maybe he isn't finished ridding the magic of the plague. Maybe when he's finished, he will return." Kahlan hugged her arms to herself. She knew that wasn't it. "Mother Confessor, you do want him to return, don't you?" "I'm married to Drefan. I have a husband."
"That isn't what I asked you. You do want him to return. You must want him to come back."shook her head. "He said he would always love me. He said his heart would always be mine. He promised." Kahlan swallowed the anguish. "He walked away. I may have-hurt him, but if he really loved me, he wouldn't do this to me. He'd have given me a chance.." "But you still want him back."
"No. I don't want ever to go through this kind of pain again. I don't want ever to leave myself open to this much hurt. I was wrong ever to let myself fall in love with him in the first place." Kahlan shook her head again. "I don't want him to come back."
"I don't believe you. You're just upset, as I get because Raina died. But if she came back. I'd forgive her for dying and take her back in a heartbeat."
"Not Richard. I'll not trust my heart to him again. Regardless of what I did, that doesn't make it right for him to hurt me as he did. He just walked away from me, and after he'd made promises of always loving me no matter what. He failed me in that test.
"I never thought he would hurt me like that. I thought my heart was safe with him, no matter what, but it wasn't." Berdine turned her around and gripped her shoulders.
"Mother Confessor, you don't mean that. You don't. Trust works both ways. If you really loved him, then you must trust in him, no matter what, just as you expected him to always trust in you."trickled down Kahlan's cheeks. "I can't, Berdine. It hurts too much. I'll not put myself through it again.
"It doesn't matter anyway. It's been weeks. The plague is long over. Richard is never coming back."
"Look, I don't know exactly what happened up on the mountain, but you just ask yourself this: If the situation were reversed, if you were in his place, how would you feel?"
"Don't you think I do that every moment of every day? I know how I'd feel. I'd feel betrayed. I'd never forgive me, if I were him. I'd hate me, just as I know he does."
"No," Berdine soothed, "that isn't true. He doesn't hate you. Lord Rahl may be confused, or hurt, but he could never hate you."
"He does. He hates me for what I did. That's the other reason I can never take him back-I hurt him too much. How could I ever look him in the eye again? I couldn't. I could never ask him to trust me again."circled an arm around Kahlan's neck and drew her to a shoulder. "Don't close your heart, Kahlan. Please don't do that. You are a sister of the Agiel. As your sister, I beg you not to do that."
"It makes no difference," Kahlan whispered. "I can't be with him anyway, no matter what I might think or wish or hope. I must forget him. The spirits have forced me into marrying Drefan. I have given my oath to Drefan and to the spirits in trade to save lives. I must respect the oath I've given. Richard, too, must respect my oath."62him! the voice in her head commanded.cried out. It felt as though she was covered with wasps, and they were all stinging her at once. She frantically swiped at her arms, her shoulders, her legs, her face. She screamed in panic, swatting, swatting. Wake him! came the voice in her head again. His Excellency's voice.snatched the cloth from the bucket. She turned Warren's head. He was sprawled forward on the table, unconscious. She dabbed the wet cloth on his cheeks, his forehead. With trembling fingers, she smoothed back his hair. He hadn't been out long, so she had a better chance to bring him around. "Warren. Warren, please wake up. Warren!"moaned in delirium. She pressed the wet cloth to his lips. She rubbed his back with her other hand as she kissed his cheek. It broke her heart to see him so afflicted with the pain, not only of the dream walker but of the gift out of control. She pressed her fingers to the back of his neck and let a warm flow of Han seep into him, hoping it would give him strength, hoping it would bring him around.
"Warren," she cried, "please wake up. Please, for me, wake up, or His Excellency will be angry. Please, Warren."streamed down her face. She didn't care. She needed only to wake Warren, or His Excellency would make them both suffer. She had never known that resistance could be so futile. She had never known that she could so easily be made to betray everything in which she believed.couldn't even protect those she loved by killing herself. She had tried. Oh, how she had tried. He wouldn't allow it; he wanted them alive so that they could serve him. He wished to use their talents.now knew that it had to be true: Richard had to be dead. The bond to him was broken, and they were defenseless against the dream walker. He intruded into her mind at will. With frightening ease, Jagang bent her to his wishes. It was as if she were no longer in control of the simplest of actions. If Jagang willed it, her arm lifted, and she could do nothing but watch. He controlled her use of her Han, too. Without the bond, she was powerless.let out another groggy groan. He moved of his own accord, at last. Only Verna seemed able to wake him when he passed out from the gift. That was the only reason Jagang hadn't sent her to the tents.his heart's connection to her was enough to stir Warren. She knew that it was harmful to wake him when the gift wanted him unconscious-it did that as a way to stretch his endurance until he could get proper help-but she had no choice. She was using their love to wake him, and in so doing, was bringing him closer to death; but Jagang didn't care, as long as Warren did as ordered.
"Sorry," Warren mumbled. "I.. I couldn't.."
"I know," Verna comforted, "I know. Wake up, now. Warren. His Excellency wants us to keep working. We have to keep working." "I.. can't. I can't, Verna. My head-"
"Please, Warren." Verna couldn't control the tears. The pain of a thousand wasps stinging her everywhere at once made it impossible to hold still. She flinched constantly. "Warren, you know what he'll do to us. Please, Warren, you must go back to the books. I'll carry them down. Just tell me which ones you need. I'll get them for you."nodded as he pushed himself up. He was becoming more alert. Verna slid the lamp near him and turned up the wick. She pushed close the volume he had been reading when he had passed out, and tapped the page.
"Here, Warren. Here. This is where you were. His Excellency wants to know what this means."pressed his fists to the sides of his head. "I don't know! Please, Excellency, I don't know. I can't make the visions of prophecy come at will. I'm not a prophet yet. I am only beginning." Warren cried out, squirming in his chair. "I'll try! I'll try! Please, let me try!"panted as his agony subsided. He bent over the book, licking his lips. Fingers shook as he set them to the book, following along the line of words, the line of prophecy.
" 'Patronizing past, " he muttered as he read to himself. " 'Patronizing past carries forward the same disfavor twisted to new use, for a new master… Dear Creator, I don't know what it means. Please, let the vision come." Clarissa peered out into the darkness as the coach rocked to a stop. Dust hung in the air, their ghostlike escort. A stone fortress rose up just outside the coach's window. It was dark, and she couldn't see the whole thing, but what she could see made her heart pound out of control.waited, twisting her fingers together, until the soldier opened the door. "Clarissa," he whispered. "This is the place."took his hand as she stepped out into the inky night. "Thank you, Walsh."other one of Nathan's soldier friends, a man named Bollesdun, waited up in the driver's seat, keeping tight the reins.
"Hurry, now," Walsh told her. "Nathan said he doesn't want you in there for more than a few minutes. If anything happens, the two of us aren't going to be able to fight much of a battle to get you out."knew the truth of that. They had ridden past so many tents that it left her stunned by their numbers. The hoard who had overrun Renwold had been nothing compared to the numbers of men here.pulled up the hood on her cloak. "Don't you worry, I know better than to dally. Nathan told me what to do."clutched her cloak together in her fist. She had promised Nathan. He had done so much for her. He had saved her life. She would do this for him. She would do this so others wouldn't die.terrified as she was, she would do anything for Nathan. There was no better man in the whole world. No kinder man. no more compassionate, no braver.walked beside her as they passed under an iron portcullis, and then into an entryway under a barreled roof. Two brutish guards, wearing hide mantles and hung with grisly-looking weapons, stood beside a hissing torch.kept her cloak tightly drawn and her hood pulled forward. She hung her head so that the guards couldn't see her face in the shadow. She let Walsh do the talking, as she had been instructed.flicked his hand toward her. "The representative of His Excellency's plenipotentiary. Lord Rahl," he said in a gruff voice, as if unhappy that this assignment had fallen to him.bearded guard grunted. "So I've been told." He lifted a thumb toward the door. "Go on in. Someone is supposed to be waiting for you."adjusted his weapons belt. "Good. I have to drive this one back tonight. Can you believe it? Won't even let us wait until morning. That Lord Rahl is as demanding as they come."guard grunted, as if he well understood the annoyance of night duty. "Oh." Walsh added, as if in afterthought, "Lord Rahl also wanted to know if his representative could pay the Lord Rahl's respects to His Excellency."guard shrugged. "Sorry. Jagang took out of here this morning. He took most everyone with him. Just left a few behind to mind things."'s heart sank with disappointment. Nathan had been hoping that Jagang would be here, but he had said that even though he hoped it, Jagang would likely be smarter than that. Jagang wasn't one to trust his life to the unknown abilities of a wizard as powerful as Nathan.took Clarissa's arm and pushed her on ahead as he gave the guard a good-natured slap on the shoulder. "Thanks."
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