“Sister Verna.”
“I just saw Pasha, running down the hall in tears. I’m surprised at you, Richard.” She lifted an eyebrow to him. “I didn’t think it would take you that long. I’ve been hiding around a corner, afraid I would be caught while I waited.” A shawl capped her curly hair and spread down over her shoulders. “did you have to make her cry?”
“She is fortunate I didn’t make her bleed.”lifted the shawl from her head and settled it around her shoulders. A small smile touched her lips. “May I come in?” He held out his arm in invitation. And it is simply Verna,” she said as she stepped through the threshold. “I am not a Sister.”slipped the knife back into its sheath. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I could bring myself to call you anything else. To me, you are Sister Verna.”
“It is not proper to address me as Sister.” She looked around the room as’lie closed the door. “How are the accommodations?”
“They would not embarrass a king. Sister Verna, I know you won’t believe me, but I’m really sorry about what happened. I didn’t mean to bring my troubles down on you.”broad grin spread on her face. “You have been a constant trouble to me, Richard, but, for once, this trouble was not caused by you. Another brought this trouble upon me.”
“Sister, I know I caused you to be broken to a novice. I didn’t intend that. But the part about you being sent to work in the stables, that was your own doing.”are not always as they seem, Richard.” There was a twinkle in her eye. “I hate scrubbing pots. When I was a novice, when I was young, I hated that more than anything else. I’m not happy in a kitchen, and less so with my hands in scalding water.
“I like horses much better. They don’t talk back, or argue with me. I like being around horses. More so, since you destroyed the bits and I became friends with Jessup. Sister Maren thought she held the reins, as it were, but she was doing what I wished.”smiled with one side of his mouth. “You are a very devious woman, Sister Verna. I’m proud of you. But I’m still sorry you are put back to novice because of me.”shrugged. “I am here to serve the Creator. It matters not how. And this is not your doing; the Prelate’s orders are what caused me to be broken to a novice.”
“You mean the orders she wrote in the book? She forbade you from using your power on me, didn’t she?”
“How do you know that?”
“I figured it out. You were often angry enough to spit fire at me, but you never used your power to stop me. I don’t think that would have happened unless you were under orders to watch but not to interfere. After all, if the Ra-da’Han is used to control, why else would you not use that control?”shook her head to herself. “You are a very devious person yourself, Richard. How long have you known?”
“Since I read the book in the tower. Why are you here, Sister?”
“I wanted to see if you were all right. Starting tomorrow, I won’t get the chance again. At least not for a very long time—not until I’m raised to Sister of the Light again. First-rank novices aren’t allowed to have anything to do with young wizards. The penalty is quite severe.”
“Your first day as a novice, and already you’re breaking the rules. You shouldn’t be here. You’ll be up to your elbows in scalding water and dirty pots if they catch you.”shrugged. “some things are more important than rules.”frowned at the distant look in her eyes. “Why don’t you sit?”
“I don’t have time. I only came to keep a promise.” She pulled something from a pocket. And to bring you this.”lifted his hand and placed something in it, then closed his fingers around it.
“When Richard opened his fingers and looked, his knees almost buckled.
“It was the lock of Kahlan’s hair he had thrown away.Verna clasped her hands together. The first night, the first night we were together, I found that.”looking up, he whispered, “What do you mean, you found it?”leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. After you fell asleep, after you decided not to kill me, I went for a walk, and I found it.”eyes slid closed. “I can’t take this,” he managed to make himself say. “I have set her free.”
“Kahlan made a great sacrifice to save your life. I promised her that I would not let you forget that she loves you.”’s strength had vanished. The muscles in his legs quivered. His hand shook.
“I can’t take this. She sent me away. I have set her free.”Verna spoke softly. “she loves you, Richard. Please, as a favor to me, take it. I have violated the rules to bring this to you. I made a promise to Kahlan to make sure you know she loves you. I was reminded again today what a rare thing real love is.”felt as if the whole weight of the palace had fallen down on him.right, Sister. As a favor to you. But I know she doesn’t want me. If you love someone, you don’t ask them to put a collar around their neck; you don’t send them away. She wishes to be free. I love her, and so I have set her free.”
“Someday, Richard, I hope you will realize how much she has sacrificed, and the truth of her love. Love is a precious thing, and should not be forgotten. I don’t know what your life holds in store, but someday you will find love again.
“But, I think you need a friend more than anything else right now. I’m sincere in my offer, Richard.”
“Will you take this collar off me?”was silent a moment. Her voice came heavy with regret. “I cannot, Richard. It would bring you to harm. I have a duty to preserve your life. The collar must stay on.”nodded. “I have no friends. I am in enemy territory, in enemy hands.”
“That’s not true. But I’m afraid that, as a novice, I won’t have the chance to convince you otherwise. Pasha looks like a nice young woman. Try to make friends with her, Richard. You need a friend.”
“I can’t make friends with someone I may have to kill. I meant every word I said today, Sister.”
“I know, Richard,” she whispered. “I know. But Pasha is almost your age. Sometimes, it’s easier to make friends with those your own age. I think she would like to be your friend.
“For a novice, this is as important a time as it is for a young wizard. The relationship between a novice and the wizard she is assigned is unique. The bond that will grow is very special, and will last the lifetime of each.
“She, too, is frightened. Her whole life, she has been a student, a novice. Now, for the first time, she is the teacher. Not only the boy learns, but the girl, too. They both are entering a new life. It is a very special thing, for both.”
“Slave and master. That is the only bond.”sighed. “I doubt any novice has ever faced a task like the one Pasha will have. Try to be understanding of her, Richard. Pasha is going to have her hands full with you. The Creator knows the Prelate herself would have her hands full with you.”stared off at nothing. “Have you ever killed anyone you loved, Sister?”
“Well, no…”lifted the Agiel in his fist. “denna held me by my magic, as do the Sisters. She kept a collar around my neck, as do the Sisters.had tortured her until she was mad enough to do the same to me. I understood how she could do it, because I would have done anything she said, to keep from being hurt anymore.”was hardly aware of the pain from the Agiel ripping through him.
“I understood her, and I loved her.” A tear ran down his face. “That was the only way I was able to escape. She controlled the rage of the sword. Because I was able to love her, I was able to turn the blade of the Sword of Truth white.”
“Dear Creator,” Sister Verna whispered, her eyes wide, “you have turned the sword’s blade white?”closed his eyes and nodded. “I had to take the love of her into my heart. Only then could I turn the blade white. Only then could I run it through her while she looked lovingly into my eyes. Only because I loved her, could I kill her, and escape.long as I live, I will never be able to forgive myself.”Verna embraced him protectively. “dear Creator,” she whispered, “what have you done to your child?”pushed her away. “Go, Sister, before you get into trouble.” He wiped his eyes. “I’m being foolish.”gripped his shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”wiped his sleeve across his nose. “It’s not something I’m proud of. And you are the enemy, Sister.” He looked to her wet eyes. “I’ve told you the truth, I told the other Sisters the truth today; I will kill anyone I must. Sister, I’m capable of killing anyone. I’m the bringer of death. I’m a monster. That’s why Kahlan wanted me sent away.”brushed his hair back from his face. “she loves you, Richard. She was trying to save your life. Someday you will see that.” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I must go. Will you be all right?”smile was empty. “I don’t think so, Sister. I think there is going to be war. I think I’m going to end up killing Sisters. I hope you aren’t one of them.”wiped her fingers across his cheek. “We never know what the Creator has in store for us.”
“If this Creator of yours has any power, I think you’ll be restored to Sister a lot sooner than you think, Sister.”
“I must go. Good luck to you, Richard. Have faith.”soon as she was gone he threw his cloak around his shoulders and put on his pack. He had to act now, while they were still afraid of him, while they were still unsure. He checked that the sword was clear in its scabbard. He hooked the quiver on his pack and shouldered his bow as he moved out onto the balcony.a running knot, Richard attached the rope to the stone railing. He put his knife between his teeth, and then slipped over the edge, into the darkness, into his element.51didn’t seem to diminish the number of people on the streets of Tanimura. The little fires cooking meat on sticks still burned, and the hawkers still conducted a brisk business. Men called to him to come throw dice with them. Once they saw his collar, people tried to entice him into buying everything from food to shell necklaces for his lady. He told them that he had no coins. They laughed, saying that the palace would pay for anything he wanted. Richard hunched his shoulders and kept walking.dressed in flimsy, revealing clothes pressed against him, giggling and smiling as they ran their hands over him, trying to get fingers into his pockets. They made him offers he could hardly believe. Pushing didn’t get them away. His glare did.was relieved to leave the city behind, to leave the lights of torches, lamps, candles, and fires behind, to leave behind the smells and the noise. He breathed easier when he was into the moonlit country. He glanced over his shoulder at the twinkling lights while he climbed the hills.was constantly aware of the collar around his neck, and wondered what would happen if he went too far, though, from what Pasha had told him, that was many more miles than he intended to go. Still, he worried she might be wrong, and that the slack in his chain might suddenly snap tight., he reached a satisfactory spot. He surveyed the grassy prominence overlooking the city in the distance. A little way off to the side, in the swale, he could see the dark shapes of old trees looming up in the moonlight. Shadows black as death lurked in the gaps.stared at the menacing gloom for a time, transfixed by a faint, lingering desire to go into the waiting folds of its night. Something in him hungered to go in there, and call forth the magic. Something in him lusted to bring forth the rage, to let it vent its wrath, vent his wrath.felt as if his frustration at being held against his will, his anger at being a helpless prisoner, his fear at not knowing what was going to happen to him, and his heartache for Kahlan, all needed to be let out, like pounding a fist against a wall when you were angry. Somehow, those woods promised him that release.finally turned from the Hagen Woods and set about collecting firewood. With his knife, he whittled a pile of shavings into a bare spot he had scooped out with his boot. Striking steel and flint, he started the shavings to smoldering, and once they had taken with a good flame, he piled on some wood. Once the fire was going nicely, he set out a pot, poured in water, and started cooking rice and beans. While he waited for it to cook, he finished a small piece of bannock he still had left.sat, his arms curled around his knees, and watched the dark woods, the Hagen Woods. He watched the city shimmering in the distance. The sky overhead was a sparkling canopy of stars. He watched the sky, too, waiting to see a familiar shape blacken a patch of stars.a time, he heard a soft thud behind him. He laughed when the furry arms grabbed him and tumbled him onto the ground. Gratch gurgled with his throaty laugh, his arms and legs and wings trying to enwrap his opponent. Richard tickled his ribs, and Gratch roared with a deep, growling laughter. The tussle ended with Gratch finally on top, hugging Richard with arms and wings. Richard embraced the little gar tightly.
“Grrratch luuug Raaaach aaarg.”squeezed him tighter. “I love you, too, Gratch.”put his wrinkly nose to Richard’s. His glowing green eyes looked down, and he let out in a throaty giggle.wrinkled his nose. “Gratch! Your breath smells!” He sat up, holding the gar in his lap. “did you catch some food on your own?” Gratch nodded enthusiastically. Richard hugged him again.
“I’m so proud of you! And you did it without blood flies. What did you get?” Gratch cocked his head to the side. His furry ears turned forward.
“Did you get a turtle?” Richard asked. Gratch giggled and shook his head. “did you get a deer?” Gratch sagged with a regretful growl. “did you get a rabbit?” Gratch bounced and shook his head, enjoying the game.
“I give up. What did you have to eat?”covered his eyes with his claws, peeking out between them.
“A raccoon? You got a raccoon?”nodded with a toothy grin, then threw his head back and roared as he pounded his chest.patted the beast’s back. “Good for you! Very good!”gave a gurgling giggle and then tried to push Richard back for more wrestling. Richard was relieved that the gar was finally able to start catching his own food. He made Gratch sit still and settle down while he checked the rice and beans. He held the pot out.
“You want some of my dinner with me?”leaned close and carefully smelled the pot. He knew it was hot. He had gotten a burn before and was careful now when Richard cooked things. He wrinkled his nose at the rice and beans. He made a croaking sound and rolled his shoulders. Richard knew that meant he wasn’t enthusiastic, but if nothing better was forthcoming he would have some.poured him some in his own bowl. “Blow on it. It’s hot.”held the tin bowl to his face and pursed his leathery lips. He blew air and spit between his fangs as he tried to cool his snack. Richard ate with a spoon as he watched the gar trying to lick the rice and beans from the bowl. Finally, Gratch rolled onto his back and, holding the bowl with his claws and feet, poured its contents in his mouth. In three swallows it was gone.sat up and flapped his wings. He scooted close. With a plaintive babble, he held out his bowl to Richard. Richard showed him the empty pot.
“All gone.” Gratch’s ears wilted. He put a hooked claw to Richard’s bowl and gave it a little tug. Richard pulled his bowl away and turned his back. “Mine. It’s my dinner.”resigned himself to waiting patiently while Richard finished eating. When Richard pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them as he watched the city, Gratch squatted and tried to imitate the pose.pulled the lock of hair from his pocket. He twirled it in the moonlight, staring while he watched it turning. Gratch thrust out a claw. Richard elbowed it away.
“No,” he said in a low voice. “You can touch, but only if you’re gentle.”reached out tentatively, slowly, carefully touching a claw to the lock of hair. His glowing green eyes looked up, studying. He stroked the claw down Richard’s hair.touched Richard’s cheek. Touched a tear rolling down. Richard sniffed and swallowed. He put the lock of hair back in his pocket.put a gangly arm around Richard’s shoulder and laid his head against him. Richard put his arm around Gratch, and they watched the night for a time.deciding he had better get some sleep, Richard found a spot of thick grass on which to spread a blanket. He lay down with Gratch curled up close, and the two of them fell asleep together.woke when the moon was nearly down. He sat up and stretched. Gratch made fists and imitated Richard, adding wings to the yawning stretch. Richard rubbed his eyes. It would be dawn in an hour or two. It was time.stood, Gratch coming up beside him. “I want you to listen to me, Gratch. I have some important things to tell you. Are you listening?”nodded, his wrinkly face set in a serious cast. Richard pointed to the city.
“You see that place, with all the fire, all the light? I’m going to live there for a while.” Richard tapped his chest and then pointed to the city. “I’m going to be down there. But I don’t want you to visit me there. You must stay away. It’s a dangerous place for you. You stay away.” Gratch watched Richard’s face. “I’ll come up here to visit you. All right?” Gratch thought a moment, and then nodded.
“You stay away from the city. And you see the river down there? You know what a river is; I’ve shown you water. You stay on this side of the water. This side. Understand?”didn’t want the gar hunting the livestock on the farms on the other side of the river. That would surely get him in trouble. Gratch looked from Richard’s face to the city, and then back. He made a sound from deep in his throat to express his understanding.Gratch, if you see any people,” Richard tapped his chest and pointed to the city, “people like me, don’t you eat them.” He put a finger in front of Gratch’s face. “People are not food. Don’t eat any people. Understand?”growled in disappointment, and then nodded. Richard put an arm around the gar’s shoulders and turned him toward the Hagen Woods.
“Now listen. This is important. You see that place down there? Those woods?”low, menacing growl rose from the gar’s throat. His lips drew back from his fangs. The glow in his green eyes intensified.
“You stay out of there. I don’t want you going into that place. I mean it, Gratch. You stay away.” Gratch watched the woods, the growl still in his throat. Richard gripped a fistful of fur and gave him a shake. “You stay away from there. Understand?”glanced over and finally nodded.
“I have to go in there, but you can’t follow. It’s dangerous in there for you. Stay out.”a plaintive pule, Gratch put an arm around Richard and pulled him back a step.
“I’ll be safe; I have the sword. Remember the sword? I showed you my sword. It will protect me. But you can’t come with me.”hoped he was right about the sword; Sister Verna had told him that the Hagen Woods were a place of vile magic. But he had no choice. It was the only plan he could think of.gave the gar a tight hug. “You be a good boy. Go hunt yourself some more food. I’ll be coming up here to see you, and we’ll wrestle. All right?”grinned at the mention of wrestling. He pulled hopefully on Richard’s arm. “Not now, Gratch. I have something I must do. But I’ll come back on another night and wrestle with you.”’s ears wilted again. His long arms wrapped around Richard in a good-bye hug. Richard collected his things and, with a final wave, headed down into the swale. Gratch watched as the dark woods swallowed him up.walked for close to an hour. He needed to be deep enough into the Hagen Woods to make sure his plan would work. Limbs draped with moss and vines looked like arms reaching out to snatch him. Sounds drifted through the trees—guttural clicking and long, low whistles. Off in stagnant stretches of water things splashed at his approach., and breathing hard with the effort of the walk, he came to a small clearing, high enough to be dry, and open enough to afford him the view of a small patch of stars. There was no rock or log in the clearing, so he flattened a thick clump of grass and sat down beside his pack, crossing his legs. He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath.thought about home and the Hartland Woods. He longed to be back in his woods. He thought about the friends he missed so much, Chase, and Zedd. All the time he had grown up with the old man, Richard had never known Zedd was his grandfather. But he had known he was his friend, and that they loved each other. He guessed that was what mattered. What difference would it have made, anyway? Richard could not have loved him more, and Zedd could not have been more of a friend.had been so long since he had seen Zedd. Although he had seen him at the People’s Palace, in D’Hara, he hadn’t really had much time to talk with him, to catch up on things. He shouldn’t have left so soon. He wished he could talk to Zedd now, to seek his help and understanding.had no idea if Kahlan would go to Zedd. Why should she? She was rid of Richard, and that was what she wanted.wished with all his heart it weren’t so.missed her smile, her green eyes, the soft sound of her voice, her intelligence and wit, her touch. She made the world alive for him. He would have given his life at that moment just to hold her for five minutes.she knew what he was, and had sent him away.he had set her free.was for the best. He wasn’t good enough for her.he realized what he was doing, he was seeking the peace within himself, seeking his Han, as Sister Verna had taught him. He had practiced almost every day when he had been with her, and although he never felt his Han, whatever it was, it had always felt pleasant to seek it. It was relaxing, and brought peace. It felt good to do that now. He let his mind find that place of peace, and let his worries drift away.his mind, as he always did, he pictured the Sword of Truth, floating in space before his mind’s eye. He saw every detail of it, felt every detail of it.his peace, in his meditation, without opening his eyes, Richard drew his sword. He wasn’t quite sure why, except it felt the right thing to do. The unique ring of steel hung in the night air, announcing the blade’s arrival to the Hagen Woods.laid the sword across his knees. The magic danced with him in the place of peace. If anything came, he would be ready., he had to wait. It would be quite a while, he was sure, but she would come.she realized where he was, she would come.he sat still and quiet, the night returned to its normal activity around him. While he concentrated on the picture of the sword, Richard was vaguely aware of the chirps and clicks of bugs, the low, steady croaks of frogs, and the rustling of mice and voles among the dry debris of the forest floor. The air occasionally whirred with a bat. Once, he heard a squeak as an owl caught its dinner.then, while in the dreamlike haze as he sat and pictured the sword, the night became still.his mind, he saw the dark shape behind him.one fluid movement, Richard was up and spinning, the sword tip whistling through the air. The flowing shape pitched back, and lunged again when the sword was past. Richard felt a thrill that he had missed, that it would not be ended so soon, that he could dance with the spirits, that he could let the rage free.moved like a cape in the wind, dark as death, and just as quick.the clearing they darted, the sword glinting in the waning light of the moon, the blade slicing the air, the dark shape’s bladelike claws flashing past. Richard immersed himself in the sword’s magic, in its wrath, in his own. He freed his anger and frustration to join with the sword’s own fury, reveling in the dance with death.the clearing they spun, like leaves in a gale, one avoiding the blade, the other, the claws. Lunging and ducking, they used the trees for cover and attack. Richard let the spirits of the sword dance with him. He immersed himself in the magic’s mastery, he let himself do as the spirits counseled, and he watched, almost in a detached state, as they spun him this way and that, had him skim across the ground, dodge right then left, leap and thrust.hungered to learn the dance.me., like memory, flowed forth, forged by his will into the completing link.became not the user of the sword, the magic, the spirits, but their master. The blade, the magic, the spirits, and the man were one.dark shape lunged.. With a solid thwack, the blade halved the shape. A spray of blood hit the trees close by. A death howl shivered the air, and then all was still.stood panting, almost sorry it was over. Almost.had danced with the spirits of the dead, with the magic, and in so doing, had found the release he sought; release not only of some of his feelings of helpless frustration, but release, too, of darker needs deep within himself that he didn’t understand.sun had been up for nearly two hours when he heard her coming. She was blundering through the brush, huffing indignantly at branches that snagged her clothes. He could hear twigs snap as she staggered up the rise. Tugging her skirt free from a thorn, she stumbled into the clearing before him.was sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed and the sword resting across his knees. She came to a panting halt before him.
“Richard!”
“Good morning, Pasha.” He opened his eyes. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?”held her long, brown skirt up a little in her hands. Her white blouse was damp with sweat. Her hair had burrs in it.blew a strand of hair from her face. “You have to get out of here at once. Richard, this is the Hagen Woods.”
“I know. Sister Verna told me. Interesting place; I rather like it.”blinked at him. “Richard, this place is dangerous! What are you doing here!”smiled to her. “Waiting for you.”peered around at trees and dark shadows. “something smells awful in here,” she muttered.squatted down in front of him, smiling a little smile as a person might to a child, or to someone she thought was insane. “Richard, you’ve had your fun, your nice walk in the country; now, give me your hand and let’s get out of here.”
“I’m not leaving until Verna is restored to Sister again.”shot to her feet. “What!”took his sword in hand and rose in front of her. “I’m not leaving here until Verna is restored to the rank of Sister, the same as she was before. The palace must choose what’s more important to them—my life; or keeping Sister Verna a novice.”’s mouth fell open. “But the only one who can remove Verna’s sanction is Sister Maren!”
“I know.” He touched his finger to her nose. That’s why you’re going to go and tell Sister Maren she must come here, in person, and give me her solemn pledge that Verna is once again a Sister, and agree to my terms.”
“You can’t be serious. Sister Maren will not do that.”
“I’m not leaving this spot unless she does.”
“Richard, we’ll go back and see if Sister Maren will discuss this, but you can’t stay here. It’s not worth dying for!”regarded her with a cool expression. “It is to me.”tongue wet her lips. “Richard, you don’t know what you’re doing. This is a dangerous place. I’m responsible for you. I cannot allow you to stay here!
“If you won’t come away with me, then I will have to use the collar and make you come with me, and I know you don’t want that.”’s grip tightened on the sword’s hilt. “sister Verna is being punished in retaliation against me. I have made a vow to myself to restore Verna to Sister. I can’t allow the sanction to stand. I’ll do whatever I must, die here if I have to.
“If you use the collar to hurt me, or drag me off, I’ll fight you, with everything I have. I don’t know who will win, but if that happens, I am sure of one thing: one of us will die. If it’s you, then the war will have started. If I die, then your test to become a Sister will end on the first day. Sister Verna will still be a novice, but that is where she stands now. At least I will have done my best.”
“You would be willing to die? For this?”
“Yes. It’s that important to me. I will not allow Sister Verna to be punished because of what I have done. It was unjust.”brow wrinkled. “But… Sister Maren is the headmistress of the novices. I’m a novice. I can’t go to her and tell her she must reverse the order—she’ll skin me alive!”
“I am the cause of the trouble; you are simply the messenger. If she punishes you, I would not stand for it, any more than I will stand for what was done to Sister Verna. If Sister Maren wishes to start a war, then let it start. If she wishes to keep my truce, then she will have to come to me, here, and agree to my terms.”stared at him. “Richard, if you are here when the sun goes down, you will die.”
“Then I would suggest you hurry.”turned, holding her arm out toward the city. “But… I must go all the way back. It took me hours to get here. It will take me hours to go back, and then I must find Sister Maren, and then convince her that you’re serious, and even if I could get her to agree to return with me, we must still get back here.”
“You should have ridden a horse.”
“But I ran here as soon as I realized where you were! I wasn’t thinking about a horse, or anything else! I knew there was trouble and just came after you!”gave her an even look. “Then you made a mistake, Pasha. You should have thought before you acted. Next time, maybe you will think first.”put a hand to her chest as she gulped air. “Richard, there is hardly time…”
“Then you had better hurry, or your new charge will be sitting here, in Hagen Woods, when the sun goes down.”eyes moistened with frustration and concern. “Richard, please, you don’t understand. This is no game. This place is dangerous.”turned a little and pointed with the sword. “Yes, I know.”peered around him, to the shadows, and gasped. Hesitantly, she stepped to the thing by the trees. Richard didn’t follow. He knew what was there; two halves of a creature from a nightmare, its guts spilled across the ground.sinuous head, like a man’s half melted into a snake, or lizard, was a picture of wickedness itself; covered in a glossy, tight, black skin, smooth down to the base of the thick neck where it began welting up into pliable scales. The lithe body was shaped much like a man’s. The whole of the creature seemed made for fluid speed, deadly quick grace.wore hides covered with short, black hair, and a full-length, black, hooded cape. What Richard had taken for claws were not claws, but three-bladed knives, one in each webbed hand, with crosswise handles held in the fist. Steel extensions went up each side of the wrist for support when a strike was made.stood dumbstruck. Richard finally went to stand by her, looking down at the two halves of the thing. Whatever it was, it bled, the same as any other creature. And it smelled, like fish guts rotting in the hot sun.stood trembling as she stared at the thing. “dear Creator,” she whispered. “It’s a mriswith.” She took a step back. “What happened to it?”
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