“I’m pleased to meet you, young man. My name is Pasha. You are assigned to me. I’m to help teach you, help with whatever else you may need in your studies. I’m a guide of sorts. Any problems or questions you have are to be brought to me, and I will do my best to help you. You look like a bright boy; I’m sure we are going to get along just fine.”smile faltered under the heat of his glower. She smiled again and continued. “Well, first of all, Richard, we don’t allow boys to carry weapons here at the Palace of the Prophets.” She held her hands out, palms up. “I’ll take your sword.”trickle of rage from the magic had turned to a torrent. “You are welcome to my sword, when I am no longer breathing.”’s gaze flicked to Sister Verna. The Sister gave a slow, slight shake of her head in stern warning. Pasha’s gaze returned to Richard and her frown transformed to a smile.
“Well, we’ll talk about it later.” Her brow bunched together. “But you need to learn some manners, young man.”’s voice came in a tone that took some of the color from Pasha’s face. “Which one of these women is the Prelate?”gave a bubble of a laugh. “The Prelate is not here. She is much too busy to…”
“Take me to her.”
“You do not see the Prelate when you wish. She sees you when she has reason to see you. I can hardly believe Sister Verna has not taught you that we do not allow our boys…”put the back of his hand against her shoulder and swept her aside as he took another stride into the room, redirecting his glare to the hundreds of eyes watching him.
“I have something to say.”vast room fell to a hush. From two different places in his mind, the same thought had come forward at the same time. He recognized each origin. One was The Adventures of Bonnie Day, the book his father had given him, and the other was the sword’s magic, the knowledge of the sword, the spirits he had danced with.memory and message were the same: When you are outnumbered, and the situation is hopeless, you have no option—you must attack.knew what the collar was for. His situation was hopeless. He had no options. He let the quiet ring in the chamber until it was uncomfortable.fingers tapped his Rada’Han. “As long as you keep this collar on me, you are my captors, and I am your prisoner.” Murmurs hummed in the air. Richard let them trail off before he went on. “since I have committed no aggression against you, that makes us enemies. We are at war.
“Sister Verna has made a pledge to me that I will be taught to control the gift, and when I have learned what is required, I will be set free. For now, as long as you keep that pledge, we have a truce. But there are conditions.”lifted the red leather rod at his neck, the Agiel, in his hand. Beyond the rage of the magic, the Agiel was only a dim tingle of pain. “I have been collared before. The person who put that collar on me brought me pain, to punish me, to teach me, to subdue me.
“That is the sole purpose of a collar. You collar a beast. You collar your enemies.
“I made her much the same offer I am making you. I begged her to release me. She would not. I was forced to kill her.
“Not one of you could ever hope to be good enough to lick her boots. She did as she did because she was tortured and broken, made mad enough to use a collar to hurt people. She did it against her nature.
“You,” he looked to all the eyes, “you do it because you think it is your right. You enslave in the name of your Creator. I don’t know your Creator. The only one beyond this world I know who would do as you do is the Keeper.” The crowd gasped. “As far as I’m concerned, you may as well be the Keeper’s disciples.
“If you do as she, and use this collar to bring me pain, the truce will be ended. You may think you hold the leash to this collar, but I promise you, if the truce ends, you will find that what you hold is a bolt of lightning.”still silence rang in the room. Richard rolled up his left sleeve. He drew the Sword of Truth. The distinctive sound of steel filled the silence.
“The Baka Ban Mana are my people. They have agreed to live in peace with all people from now on. Anyone who harms one of them will answer to me. If you do not accept this, do not let the Baka Ban Mana live in peace, our truce will be ended.”pointed back with the sword. “sister Verna captured me. I have fought her every step of this journey. She has done everything short of killing me and draping my body over a horse to get me here. Though she, too, is my captor and enemy, I owe her certain debts. If anyone lays a finger to her because of me, I will kill that person, and the truce will be ended.”the corner of his eye, Richard could see Sister Verna’s eyes close. Her hand covered her white face.crowd gasped as Richard drew his sword across the inside of his arm. He turned it, wiping both sides in the blood, until it dripped from the tip.knuckles white around the hilt, he thrust the blade into the air.
“I give you a blood oath! Harm the Baka Ban Mana, harm Sister Verna, or harm me, and the truce will be ended, and I promise you we will have war! If we have war, I will lay waste to the Palace of the Prophets!”the far balcony, where Richard couldn’t see its source, a mocking voice drifted out over the crowd. All by yourself?”
“Doubt me at your peril. I am a prisoner; I have nothing to live for. I am the flesh of prophecy. I am the bringer of death.”answer came in the silence. He slammed his sword home into its scabbard.held his arms out as he gave a gracious bow. He came up smiling. “Now that we all understand each other, understand the truce, you ladies may go back to your celebration of my capture.”turned his back on the stunned crowd. Sister Verna’s head was lowered, her hand covering her face. Pasha’s lips were pressed so tightly together they were turning blue.stout, stern-faced woman crossed in front of him, stopping before Sister Verna. The woman held her nose in the air until Sister Verna lifted her head and straightened her back.
“Sister Verna. It is obvious you have neither the talent nor skill to be a Sister of the Light. Your failure is quite beyond the pale. As of this moment, you are broken to novice, first rank. You will serve as a novice until such time as, and if the Creator wills, you earn the title of Sister of the Light.”Verna lifted her chin. “Yes, Sister Maren.”
“Novices do not speak to a Sister unless asked to! I did not ask you to speak!” She held out a hand. “surrender your dacra.”Verna flicked her hand, the silver knife appearing from her sleeve. She twirled it, presented the handle to the other woman, and then stood silent, her eyes straight ahead.
“At dawn tomorrow, you will report to the kitchens. You will scrub pots until you are judged worthy to attempt something more demanding of your intelligence. Do you understand!”
“Yes, Sister Maren. I understand.”
“And if you even look like you are going to give me any back talk, it will be the stables instead of the kitchens, cleaning stalls and hauling manure!”
“In that case, Sister Maren, I will report directly to the stables, instead of the kitchens, and save your ears what it is I would say to you.”Maren’s face reddened. “Very well, novice. The stables it is.”Maren paused before Richard, giving him a tight smile. “I trust that does not break your truce.” She lifted her chin and stormed off.room was silent. Richard looked to Sister Verna, but the Sister stared straight ahead. Pasha, her face set in a scowl, suddenly put herself between them.
“Verna is no longer your concern. Your arm is bleeding. Since you are my charge, I will tend to it.”took a calming breath as she twined her fingers together before her waist. “There is a big banquet, to welcome you, beginning in the dining room. Maybe you will feel better about all of us after the banquet. Everyone is looking forward to it. Everyone wants a chance to personally welcome you.” She shook a finger at him. “And you will be on your best behavior, young man!”put the sword away, he had put most of the anger away. Most, but not all. “I’m not hungry. Show me to my dungeon, child.”fists tightened on her blue skirts. With a dark look, she considered him a moment. “Very well. Have it your way. You can just go to bed without your supper, like a spoiled child.” She turned on her heel. “Follow me.”50Verna put her hand to the brass lever. The room was shielded. She took a controlled breath and then knocked.muffled voice behind the heavy door answered. “Come.”shield dissolved. She opened the right side of the double doors and stepped in. Two women sat, each at her own desk, to each side of the door beyond. Both were writing in ledgers. Neither looked up.
“Yes,” the one to the left said as she continued writing, “what is it?”
“I have come to return the journey book, Sister Ulicia.”Ulicia wet her ringer and flipped a page. “Yes, just put it on the desk. Shouldn’t you be at the banquet in honor of your return? I would think you would want to get reac-quainted with old friends.”Verna clasped her hands. “I have more important matters to attend than banquets. I wish to give the journey book to the Prelate, personally. And I wish to speak with her, Sister Ulicia.”both looked up. “Well,” Sister Ulicia said, “the Prelate does not wish to speak with you, Sister Verna. She is a busy woman. She can’t be bothered with unimportant matters.”
“Unimportant! It is not unimportant!”
“Do not raise your voice in this office, Sister Verna,” the other warned. She dipped her pen in an ink bottle and bent back over her writing.Verna took a step forward. The air between the desks, before the door beyond, shimmered suddenly with a powerful shield that hissed and crackled in warning.
“The Prelate is busy,” Sister Ulicia said. “If she deems your return of consequence, she will send for you.” She pulled a candle closer and bent back to her book. “Just put the journey book on my desk. I will see that it’s returned to her.”Verna controlled her voice as she gritted her teeth. “I have been broken down to novice.” They both glanced up. “Broken to novice, because I followed the orders of that woman. Despite my pleas and appeals, she forbade me to do my job, my duty, and because of that, I am to be punished! Punished for doing as the Prelate ordered me to do! I will at least hear the reasons!”Ulicia leaned back in her chair and then turned to the other woman. “sister Finella, please send a report to the headmistress of the novices. Inform her that novice Verna Sauventreen came to the Prelate’s office without authorization or invitation, and further, she carried on in a tirade unbecoming of a novice hoping one day to be a Sister of the Light.”Finella shifted herself in annoyance as she glared up at Sister Verna. “My, my, novice Verna, your first day in your pursuit of higher calling, and already you’ve earned a letter of reprimand.” She clicked her tongue. “I do so hope you learn to behave yourself, if you ever hope to be a Sister of the Light.”will be all, novice,” Sister Ulicia said. “You are dismissed.”Verna turned on her heel. She heard the snap of fingers. She looked back over her shoulder to see Sister Ulicia tapping the corner of her desk.
“The journey book. And I don’t believe that is the way a novice departs when she is dismissed by a Sister. Is it, novice?”Verna pried the small black book from behind her belt and gently set it on the corner of the desk.
“No, Sister, it is not.” She curtsied. “Thank you, Sisters, for your time.”Verna sighed to herself as she closed the door against her back. She stood for a moment, considering.to the floor before her, she made her way back through the palace, down halls both opened and closed, both stone and paneled, across floors carpeted and tiled. Rounding a corner, she came suddenly upon someone. She looked up into a face she had been hoping not to see.smiled in a familiar manner. “Verna! How good to see you!”young, square-jawed face looked unchanged. His wavy brown hair was worn a little longer over his ears than before, and his shoulders were broader than she remembered. She had to restrain herself from touching his cheek, from falling into his arms.bowed her head. “Jedidiah.” She gazed up into his brown eyes. “You look fit. You look… the same as you have always looked. You wear the time well.”
“You look… I guess…”
“The word you are searching for is old. I look old.”
“Ah, Verna. A few wrinkles—” He glanced down her body.”—a few pounds, do not diminish a beauty such as yours.”
“I see your tongue is still in good form around women.” She glanced to his plain, tan robes. “And I can see you’ve been a good student, as always, and have managed to advance yourself. I’m proud of you, Jedidiah.”shrugged off the compliment and pressed his fingers together. Tell me about the new one you brought in.”eyes narrowed. “You’ve not seen me in twenty-odd years, since I rose from your bed to go on my journey, and that is your question for me? Not, how have I fared? Not, how do I feel about you after all this time? Not, has your heart found another? Well, I guess the shock of seeing how I’ve aged has made those questions fly right from your head.”sly smile stayed on his lips. “Verna, you’re not a silly girl. Surely you must realize that in the passing of so much time, neither of us could be expected to…”
“Of course I know that! I had no delusions of us. I had simply hoped to return and be treated with a little tact and sensitivity.”shrugged again. “I’m sorry, Verna. I always thought of you as a woman who appreciated candor, one who had no use for word sports.” His eyes went out of focus. “I guess I’ve learned so much about… life… since back then, when I was so young.”removed her glare from his handsome face and started away. “Good night, Jedidiah.”
“What of my question?” His voice had an unpleasant edge to in. He softened it. “What’s the new one like?”halted, but didn’t turn. “You were there. I saw you. What you saw of Richard is what he is.”
“I also saw what happened to you. I’m gaining a little influence among some of the Sisters. Maybe I can do something to help you with your situation.” He gestured vaguely with a hand. “If you’re open with me, and satisfy my curiosity, maybe I can help you out of your unfortunate predicament.”started out again. “Good night, Jedidiah.”
“I’ll be seeing you around the palace, Verna. Think on it.”couldn’t believe how ignorant she had been all those years ago. She remembered Jedidiah as caring and sincere. Maybe her memory was addled.she was just thinking of herself, and hadn’t given him the chance to be kinder. She must look a mess. She should have cleaned herself up, put on a nice dress, at least fixed her unruly hair, before she saw Jedidiah. But she had not had the chance.if she had touched his cheek, he would have remembered the spark of something, maybe remembered the tears he shed the day she left, and the promises he had made. Promises she knew the moment they left his lips would be broken before their echo faded, so long ago.came to the hall that led to the novices” apartments. She stood looking down at the doors. She was tired. Sunup to sundown in the stables was going to be exhausting. She turned the other way, instead. She had one other thing to do before she slept.came to a stop before a doorway with a casing of stone, carved to look like vines. Nestled in the center of the stone vines was a large, round-topped, fumed oak door.lifted an eyebrow to him. “Your dungeon.”
“There’s no bolt on the outside of the door. How will you lock me in?”seemed surprised by the question. “We don’t lock our boys in. You’re free to come and go as you please.”frowned. “You mean I’m free to roam this building?”
“No. You’re free to go wherever you wish. You may go most anywhere in the palace, or into the city, if you wish. Most of the boys spend a great deal of their time in the city.”face reddened a little at the last of what she said, and she looked away from his face.
“What about the country around the city?”shrugged, and then pulled the shoulder of her blue dress back up a little. “Of course. I don’t know why you would want to go into the countryside, none of the other boys do, but there’s nothing stopping you from going outside either the palace or the city.”worried wrinkle came to her brow. “But you must stay clear of the Hagen Woods. It is extremely dangerous. Were you warned about the Hagen Woods? Were you shown where it is while you journeyed to the palace?”nodded. “How far may I go into the countryside?”
“The Rada’Han will prevent you from going too far afield; we must be able to find you, but the limit is a good number of miles in a radius around the Palace of the Prophets.”
“How many miles?”
“Farther than you would want to go. I expect almost all the way to the land of the savages.”
“You mean the Baka Ban Mana.”nodded. “Nearly that far, I would expect.”
“Unguarded?”put her hands on her hips. “You are assigned to me. I will accompany you most everywhere you go, for now. After our boys are more experienced, they go off on their own when they wish.”
“Whenever I want, I can simply wander around?”
“Well, you live here, at the palace, of course. And you must be around for your lessons. I will give you lessons, and so will a number of the Sisters. We will teach you to touch your Han, and then once you are able to do that, we will begin to teach you how to control it.”
“Why different Sisters? Why not just one, or you?”
“Because sometimes the Han of certain people works better together. Also, the Sisters have more experience than me, have more knowledge. There may be one or several of us who are better able to help you, and so different Sisters give you lessons, until we discover with whom you work best.”
“Will Sister Verna be one of those?”gave him a look from under her eyebrows. “Verna is no longer a Sister. She is no longer entitled to the appellation. She is a novice, now, and should be addressed simply as Verna. Novices, other than the one assigned to you—that is me—are not allowed to give lessons. Novices of the first rank, like Verna, are not allowed to have anything to do with our boys. The duty of a novice is to learn, not to teach.”didn’t think he could ever think of Sister Verna as simply Verna. It sounded too strange to him. “When will she be a Sister again?”
“She must serve as a novice, and advance as any other novice. I started scrubbing pots in the kitchens when I was little. It has taken me this long to be given this chance. One day, if Verna works as hard as I have, then she, too, will have the chance to be a Sister of the Light. Until then, Verna is a novice.”fumed at the thought of Sister Verna being demoted on his account. By the time she was again a Sister, she would be an old woman. He changed the subject. “And why are we allowed to roam around?”
“Because you are not a danger to the people. Someday, when you learn to control your Han, then you begin to have limits placed on where you may go. The people in the city are afraid of boys who can wield the power—unfortunate incidents have happened in the past—and so once a boy becomes skilled at handling his Han, he is then restricted from the city. As the boys advance as wizards, they are placed under more restrictions, until near the end, and their release, when they are confined to certain areas of the palace.
“But for now, you’re free to go almost anywhere you wish. I will know where you are all the time, by your Rada’Han.”
“You mean any Sister can find me by this cursed thing?”
“No, only the one who gave it to you, because she held it and recognizes its power, and since I’m in charge of you, I must be able to know where you are at all times, so I will need to allow my Han to recognize your Rada’Han’s unique feel.”pushed the door open and went into the dark room. With a sweep of her arm, lamps set all around the room sprang to flame.
“You must teach me that trick,” he muttered.
“It’s not a trick. It’s simply my Han. And that’s the simplest of many things I will teach you.”ceiling of the huge room was painted around its molding with different-colored lines in intricate patterns. The walls were paneled in cherry of a warm color. Tall windows hung with rich, deep blue moire drapes looked out on the night. There was a fireplace, with a white column to each side. Most of the wood floor was covered with thick carpets. Comfortable-looking chairs and couches were placed about the room, and arranged in front of the fireplace.thought that his whole house would fit twice into the room. He slipped the pack off his back and leaned it against the wall next to the fireplace. He stood the quiver of arrows and the unstrung bow beside it.went to the right, to a set of double doors made up of small panes of glass and covered over with sheer, cream-colored curtains. Beyond the doors was an expansive balcony overlooking the city. Stone urns filled with flowers were set about the slate floor of the balcony. He put his fingers to the marble railing as he looked to his right, past the sparkling lights of the city, to the hills from where he had come.
“The sunsets are beautiful from this balcony,” Pasha said.wasn’t interested in sunsets. He studied the courtyard below, the gates, the roads, the patrolling soldiers, and the bridges to the city and the hills beyond. He tried to fix a map of it all into his head.went back inside and marched to the other end of the room, to the doorway there. Beyond was a bedroom almost as large as the first room. It held the largest bed he had ever seen, covered with a deep purple quilt. Another pair of glassed doors led to another balcony, but this one looked south, out over the sea.
“It’s a beautiful view,” Pasha said. “A romantic view.” She saw that he was looking to the sections of the palace below. She pointed. “Across that courtyard are some of the women’s quarters, where most of the Sisters” rooms are.” She shook the finger at him. “You will stay away from them, young man!” She turned away. “Unless a Sister invites you to her room,” she added under her breath. “What do I call you,” he asked. “sister Pasha?” She giggled. “No. I’m a novice, though I hope to become a Sister if I prove myself with you. Until then, I am simply Pasha.”turned to her, directing a glare to her eyes. “My name is Richard. Do you have trouble remembering it?”
“Look here, you are assigned to me and…”
“If that is too difficult for you to remember, you have no chance of ever becoming a Sister, because if you insist on trying to demean me by calling me by other than my name, I will see to it that you quickly fail in your test.” He leaned over her as he glowered down at her wide eyes. “do you understand, Pasha!”swallowed. “You will not raise your voice to me, young…” She lifted her chin a little. “You will not raise your voice to me, Richard.”’s better. Thank you.” He hoped she would leave it at that; he was in no mood to be kind if she was not.turned away. This balcony held less of a view of the things he was interested in, and so he went back into the bedroom.followed on his heels. “Look here, Richard, you will learn some manners or else I will…”was the end of his indulgence. He spun to her. She lurched to a halt, almost colliding with him.
“You’ve never been in charge of anyone before, have you?” She didn’t move. “I would say that this is the first time you have been given responsibility, and you are terrified you will muck it up. Since you are inexperienced, you think acting like a tyrant will fool people into thinking you know what you are doing.”
“Well, I…”voice trailed off as he leaned down, putting his face close to hers.
“You should not be frightened of letting me see that you are inexperienced at commanding people, Pasha. What you should be frightened of is that I will kill you.”eyes narrowed with indignation. “don’t you dare threaten me.”is a game to you. A way for you to fulfill some arcane rules by prancing around, pulling your little puppy around by his collar, and training him to lick your hand, so you may gain a new rank.”gritted his teeth as he lowered his voice. “It is not a game to me, Pasha. It’s a matter of life and death. I am a prisoner, held in a collar, as a beast, or a slave. I have only as much control of my life as you people allow. I know I am to be tortured by you as a way of breaking my will.
“You are wrong, Pasha, if you think that I’m making a threat. I’m not. I am making a promise.”
“I’m not what you think of me, Richard,” she said in a small voice. “I want to be your friend.”
“You are not my friend. You are my captor.” He held a finger up in front of her face. “don’t you ever turn your back on me, because I will kill you, just as I killed the last person who held me prisoner in a collar.”blinked up at him. “Richard, I don’t know what happened to you before, but we’re not like that. I want to be a Sister of the Light to help people see the Creator’s goodness.”was dangerously close to letting the magic slip from his control. He struggled to maintain his grip. He had other things to do. “I am not interested in your theology. Just remember what I told you.”smiled. “I will. I apologize for making you angry by calling you other than by your name. Please forgive me. I’ve never done this before. I was only doing as I thought I should, following the rules, as I was trained.”
“Forget the rules. Just be yourself, and you will have less trouble in life.”
“If that would help you believe that I’m only trying to help you, then that’s what I shall do.” She pointed. “Here. Sit on the edge of the bed.”
“Why?”she didn’t move, he felt a gentle push. He fell back, to sit on the edge of the bed. “don’t…”stepped between his legs, close to him.
“Hush. Let me do my job. I told you before, I must let my Han come to know your Rada’Han, so I will know where you are at all times.”put her hands to each side of his neck, over the collar. She closed her eyes. Her breasts were right in front of his face, moving with each breath. He felt a soft tingling sensation that sank all the way to his toes and then came back up through him. It was slightly uncomfortable, but not unpleasant, and in fact the longer it went on, the better it felt.she took her hands away, the absence of the sensation was agony for a moment. The world seemed to hum and spin. He shook his head.
“What did you do?”
“I simply let my Han come to know your Rada’Han.” She looked a little dazed. She swallowed as a tear ran down her cheek. “And something of your Han, your essence.”turned away. Richard stood.
“Does that mean that you will always know where I am, now? By my collar?”nodded weakly as she strode slowly across the room. Her voice regained its control. “What are your preferences, for food? Your special requirements?”
“I don’t eat meat.”stopped in her tracks. “That’s one I’ve never heard before.”
“And, I guess I don’t like cheese anymore, either.”considered a moment, and then walked on. “I will tell the cooks your special requirements.”plan was forming in his head, and she wasn’t part of it. He needed to get rid of her.went to a tall, pickled-pine wardrobe. It was filled with fine clothes. There were trousers of a smooth weave, at least a dozen shirts, mostly white, some with ruffles, and coats of every color.
“These are yours,” she said.
“If everyone was surprised I was grown, why are they a size of a grown man?”inspected the various items, feeling the fabric, taking some out and holding them up for a better look. “someone must have known. Verna must have told them.”
“Sister Verna.”put a black coat back. “I’m sorry, Richard, but it is just Verna, now.” She pulled out a white shirt. “do you like this?”
“No. I would look foolish wearing fancy things like that.”smiled coquettishly. “I think you would look very handsome in it. But if it doesn’t please you, there are coins on the table over there. I’ll show you some shops in the city, and you may purchase whatever you like better.”glanced to the marble-topped table. There was a silver bowl of silver coins, and next to it, a gold bowl heaped full with gold coins. If he worked his whole life as a guide, he would never earn even half that much gold.
“It’s not mine.”
“Of course it is. You’re a guest of the palace, and the palace provides whatever our guests require. If you use that up, it will be replaced.” She pulled out a red coat with gold brocade on the shoulders and cuffs. Her eyes brightened. “Richard, this would look simply grand on you.”
“Even if you cover a collar with precious gems, it’s still a collar.”has nothing to do with your Rada’Han. What you’re wearing is disgusting. You look like some savage from the woods.” She held the red coat open. “Here, try this on.”snatched the coat from her hands and threw it on the bed. Gripping her by the arm, he marched her to the door in the front room.
“Richard! Stop it! What are you doing!”pulled the door open. “I’m tired, it’s been a long day. Good night, Pasha.”
“Richard, I’m only trying to help you look better. You look uncivilized in that outfit. You look like some huge beast.”went calm as he took in her blue dress, blue the color of Kahlan’s wedding dress.
“That color does not become you,” he said. “does not become you at all.”stood in the hall, staring at him with big brown eyes. He kicked the door shut.waited a few minutes, and then checked the hall. There was no sign of her. He went to his pack, beside the fireplace, and started taking things out. He wouldn’t need everything. No need carrying all his extra clothes.he was stretching the string to the bow, there was a soft rap at the door. He crept across the carpets, listening. Maybe she would go away if he didn’t answer it. He didn’t need her hanging around, telling him what to wear. He had important things to do.soft knock came again. Maybe it wasn’t Pasha. Richard pulled his knife. He yanked the door open.
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