“Duck!” Richard screamed back to her.twisting rope of the black lightning sliced through the walls right over his head as he flattened to the floor. Severed bookshelves crashed down. He could see through the void sliced by the black lightning into the next room, and the rooms beyond. Plaster and lath and stone collapsed down, raising boiling clouds of dust.a fury, without thinking, Richard came to his feet when the black lighting ceased, and ran outside. He saw a dark form running down the path., black lightning arced from the shadows. The snaking void raked the courtyard. Trees toppled over, limbs snapping and popping as the trees fell. A stone wall collapsed when it was sliced in two. The noise was deafening.it stopped, Richard sprang to his feet again. He was just about to start running down the path to find her, when an invisible hand snatched him, yanking him back.
“Richard!” Sister Verna’s growl was as strong as he had ever heard it. “Get in here!”returned to the Prelate’s room, panting when he stopped over Sister Verna. “I have to go…”shot to her feet and grabbed his shirt in her real hand. “Go what! Go get killed? What good will that do? Will that help Kahlan? Sister Ulicia is a master of powers you cannot even imagine!”
“But she might get away.”
“At least you will be alive when she does. Now come help me with this table. I think the Prelate is still alive.”leapt to life in him. “Are you sure?”started pulling the broken pieces away, throwing them behind. He found the body at the bottom of the debris. Sister Verna was right. The Prelate was alive, but looked seriously hurt.Verna used her power to lift heavy pieces of the table and bookcases clear while Richard carefully pulled lesser chunks off the small woman. She was wedged into the bottom bookshelf against the wall, and covered with blood.groaned when Richard gently put his hands around her and drew her out. He didn’t think she was long for this life.
“We have to get help,” he said.Verna’s hands played over the Prelate’s body. “Richard, this is very bad. I can feel some of her injuries. It’s more than I can help with. I don’t know if anyone will be able to help with this.”lifted Ann in his arms. “I can’t let her die. If anyone can help her, it’s Nathan. Come on.”and Sisters came rushing, having heard the deafening roar of the power Sister Ulicia had unleashed. Richard didn’t stop to explain as he made for Nathan’s compound. He tried to hold Ann gently as he ran, but he knew by her groans that he was hurting her.came in from his courtyard when he heard them call. “What was all that noise? What is it? What’s happened?”
“It’s Ann. She’s been hurt.”led him into the bedroom. “I knew that stubborn woman was asking for trouble.”laid Ann gently on the bed and stood near as Nathan experimentally glided his spread fingers over the length of her. Sister Verna waited and watched from the doorway.pushed up his sleeves. This is serious. I don’t know if I can help her.”
“Nathan, you have to try!”
“Of course I do, boy.” He made a shooing motion with his hands. “You two go wait out there. This will take a while. At least an hour or two before I know if what I can do will help enough. Leave me to it. You can be of no help.”Verna sat with her back stiff while Richard paced.
“Richard, why do you care so much what happens to the Prelate? She had you taken when she shouldn’t have.”combed his hair back with his fingers. “I guess because she had the chance to take me when I was little, and she didn’t. She let me grow up with my parents. She let me have their love. What else is there to life, but the chance to be nurtured by love. She could have taken that, too, but she didn’t.”
“I’m glad, then, that you are not bitter.”paced and thought. He didn’t pace for long.
“Sister, I can’t sit here doing nothing. I’m going to talk to the guards. We need to know where those teachers of mine are, and what they’re doing. The guards will find out for me.”
“I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Go talk to the guards. It will make the time pass more quickly.”strode down the dark, stone corridors, deep in thought. He needed to find out where Sisters Tovi, Cecilia, Merissa, Nicci, and Armina were. Any—or all—could be Sisters of the Dark. Who knew what they were planning next. They could all be looking for him. They could all be…pain hurled him back. It felt as if he had been whacked across the face with a club. He staggered to his feet, the world spinning and tipping. He dumbly felt for blood, but there was none.blow smashed into the back of his head. He pushed himself up on his hands, trying to decipher where he was. His thoughts came thick and slow. He struggled to understand what was happening.dark shadow stood over him. With an effort, and halting movements, he came to his feet again. He groped for his sword, but couldn’t remember which hand to use. He couldn’t make himself move fast enough.
“Out for a walk, country boy?”looked up at a smirking Jedidiah, standing tall with his hands in opposite sleeves. Richard found the hilt of his sword. He sluggishly worked at drawing it. He lurched back as he battled to bring the magic forth.the rage flooded into his foggy brain, Jedidiah pulled his hands out. He had a dacra. His arm lifted, the silver knife in his fist. Richard wondered what he should do, and if this was real. Maybe he would wake and find it only a dream.the apex of his swing, light seemed to come from within Jedidiah’s eyes. Slowly at first, and then with gathering speed, Jedidiah toppled forward, slamming face-first to the stone floor.ripple of heart-stopping darkness swept though the corridor.the torchlight returned, Sister Verna was standing behind where Jedidiah had stood. She had a dacra in her hand. Richard collapsed to his knees, still trying to gather his wits.Verna rushed forward, putting her hands to the sides of his head. Alertness jolted into his mind. As he came to his feet, he glanced down at the body, seeing a small, round hole in the back.
“I thought I had better go talk to some of the Sisters,” she explained. “I realized that the more people who know about the Sisters of the Dark, the better.”
“He was the one, wasn’t he? He was the one you loved.”slipped the dacra back up her sleeve. “He wasn’t the Jedidiah I knew. The Jedidiah I knew was a good man.”
“I’m sorry, Sister Verna.”nodded absently. “You go talk to the guards. I’ll talk to the Sisters. Meet me back in Nathan’s room when you’re through. I think it best if we catch a few hours” sleep there, instead of our rooms.”
“I think you’re right. We can get our things when it’s light, and then be off.”he heard Nathan come into the room, Richard sat up in the chair and rubbed his eyes. Sister Verna rose more quickly from the couch. Richard blinked, trying to banish the haze of sleep.both had been up late. The whole palace was in an uproar. What had happened in the Prelate’s office was proof enough of the mythical Sisters of the Dark. Doubters had only to take one look at the smooth-edged voids that lined up through a dozen walls, or the cleanly sliced trees and stone, to know that nothing short of Subtractive Magic had been used.had sent the guards out to look discreetly for the six Sisters: Sister Ulicia and his five teachers. The Sisters were searching, too. He had also gone to talk to Warren, to tell him what had happened.stretched his legs as he stood. “How is she? Is she going to recover?”looked haggard. “she’s resting more comfortably, but it’s too soon to tell. When she has rested, I will be able to do more.”you, Nathan. I know Ann could be in no better hands than yours.”added a grunt to his sour expression. “You’re asking me to heal my jailer.”
“Ann will appreciate it. Perhaps she will rethink your being held. If she doesn’t, I’ll come back and see what I can do.”
“Come back? Going somewhere, my boy?”
“Yes, Nathan, and I need your help.”
“If I help you, you might get it in your obstinate head to go off and destroy the world.”do the prophecies say you were sent to stop me?”let out a tired sigh. “What is it you want?”
“How can I get through the barrier? My collar stops me.”
“What makes you think I would know?”took an angry stride toward the towering old wizard. “Nathan, don’t play games with me. I’m in no mood and this is too important. You’ve been through. You went with Ann to get the book from the Wizard’s Keep in Aydin-dril. Remember?”smoothed his sleeves down. “It’s a simple matter of shielding the Rada’Han. Ann helped me through; Sister Verna can do the same for you. I’ll tell her how.”what of the Valley of the Lost? Can I get back through that?”, his eyes suddenly intent with a dark look, shook his head. “You have called too much power to yourself. The collar has helped it grow. You’ll also call the spells. Sister Verna can’t pass again; she has been through twice already. Additionally, she has too much power now. With passing twice, and taking the gift of the other two Sisters, she is locked here.”how did you ever get through three times? You’re from D’Hara, that’s once. You went to the New World again with Ann, and came back. That makes three times. How did you do it, if it can’t be done?”sly smile came to his lips. “I did not go through the valley three times. Only once.” He held up a hand to silence Richard’s arguments. “Ann and I didn’t go through the valley. We went around the obstacle. We sailed around the ambit of the spells, far out to sea, landing finally in the southernmost reaches of Westland. It’s a long journey, and not easily done, but we made the crossing. Not many do.”
“By sea!” Richard glanced back to Sister Verna. “I don’t have that kind of time. Winter solstice is not even a week away. I have to go through the valley.”
“Richard,” Sister Verna said in a soft voice, “I can understand how you feel, but it will take almost that much time just to reach the Valley of the Lost. Even if you find a way through, there is no time to get where you want to go.”controlled his rage. “I am inexperienced at being a wizard. I cannot count on my gift. For that matter, I don’t care if I ever learn to use it.
“But I am also the Seeker. In that, Sister Verna, I am not so inexperienced. Nothing is going to stop me. Nothing. I’ve made a promise to Kahlan that if I must go to the underworld and battle the Keeper himself, in order to protect her, I will do it.”’s expression darkened. “I have warned you, Richard. If that prophecy is not allowed to take place, the Keeper will have us all. You must not try to stop it. You have the power to hand the world of the living to the Keeper.”
“It’s just a meaningless riddle,” Richard growled in frustration, though he knew better.’s scowl was the scowl of a Rahl, the scowl Richard had inherited. “Richard, death is intrinsic to life. The Creator brought it to be, too. If you make the wrong choice, all the living will pay the price of your pertinaciousness.
“And Richard, don’t forget what I told you about the Stone of Tears. If you misuse it to banish a soul to the depths of the underworld, you will destroy the balance between everything.”
“Stone of Tears?” Sister Verna said in a suspicious tone. “What would Richard have to do with the Stone of Tears?”turned back to Sister Verna. “We’re running out of time. I’m going to my room to get my things. We need to be on our way.”
“Richard,” Nathan said, “Ann has put her faith in you. She let you have the love of your family, so that perhaps you will better understand the true meaning of life. Please consider that when the time for choice is upon you.”looked up at Nathan for a long moment. Thank you for your help, Nathan, but I won’t let the one I love die for a riddle in an old book. I hope to see you again. There is much for us to talk about.”dumped the bowl full of gold coins into the bottom of his pack before stuffing the rest of his things in. He reasoned that if it helped him save Kahlan, then it was the least the palace could do, after all they had done to him.gold had been a kindness that lulled the rest of the young men at the palace into laziness. It harmed their humanity, as Nathan had said. Maybe that was why Jedidiah turned to promises from the Keeper.doubted that any of the young wizards, except Warren, had done a day’s work since they had come here and had ready access to unlimited gold, but no knowledge of its value. Just one more way the Palace of the Prophets destroyed lives. He wondered how many children of young wizards that gold had spawned.went out onto the balcony to take stock before he left. Guards were patrolling the grounds. Sisters, too, were diligently searching every building and covered corridor. The Sisters would have to somehow deal with those six. He certainly had no idea how to contain their power.he heard the door in the front room, he assumed it would be Sister Verna. They had to get going. When he turned and looked, he had no time to react.was storming through the room toward him. She threw her hands up. The doors blew off their hinges and over the balcony railing, falling the thirty feet to the stone-paved courtyard below.impact of the solid wall of air threw him back. Only the railing prevented him from being thrown over with the splintered doors. The wind had been knocked from his lungs, and a sharp pain in his side prevented him from taking another breath.he staggered away from the edge of the balcony, another blow threw him back once again, this time hammering his head against the stone railing. He saw a shocking spray of blood hit the stone before the slate floor collected him.was screaming in a rage. At first, her words were nothing but an incoherent buzz in his mind. He pushed himself up with his hands. Blood was running from his head. A pool of it spread beneath him. Reeling, he toppled to his side.managed to sit up and flop back against the railing. “Pasha, what…”
“Keep your filthy mouth shut! I won’t hear any of it!”was standing in the doorway, fists at her sides. One fist held a dacra. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“You’re the Keeper’s spawn! You’re an obscene disciple of the Keeper! You do nothing but hurt good people!”put his hands to his head. They came away covered with blood. He was so dizzy he had to fight the urge to be sick.
“What are you talking about?” he managed to mumble.
“Sister Ulicia told me! She told me you serve the Keeper! She told me how you killed Sister Liliana!”
“Pasha, Sister Ulicia is a Sister of the Dark…”
“She told me you would say that! She told me how you used your vile magic to kill Sister Finella and the Prelate! That’s why you were always wanting to go to the Prelate’s office! So you could kill our leader in the Light! You are filth!”world swam before his eyes. He saw two of her, moving around and around each other. “Pasha… that’s not true.”
“Only the Keeper’s tricks saved you yesterday. You gave someone else the coat I loved, to humiliate me! Sister Ulicia told me how the Keeper whispers in your ear!
“I should have killed you when I saw you on the bridge; then none of this would have happened. But I foolishly thought I could save you from the Keeper’s clutches! Those Sisters, and the Prelate, would be alive now had I finished the job. I failed the Creator when you tricked me into killing Perry, but that will not save you again. Your vile underworld tricks will not save you again!”
“Pasha, please, just listen to me. You’re being lied to. Please listen. The Prelate isn’t dead. I can take you to her.”
“You wish to kill me, too! That’s all you ever talk of—killing! You profane us all! And to think I could have ever thought I loved you!”raised the dacra and, with a scream, ran for him. Richard somehow managed to pull the sword, woozily wondering which image of her to try to stop. The anger, the magic, of the sword brought strength to his arms. He brought the sword up as she dove for him, dacra first. The two images of her converged.sword never touched her. With a shriek, she was propelled over the railing above him. She screamed all the way down. Richard’s eyes winced shut when he heard her scream terminate as she hit the stone.opened his eyes to see a stunned Warren standing in the doorway. He remembered Jedidiah’s fall on the stairs.
“Oh, dear spirits, no,” Richard whispered.levered himself to his feet and took a quick glance over the edge. People rushed from different directions toward the body. Warren was shuffling woodenly toward the railing. Richard stopped him halfway there.
“No, Warren, don’t look.”welled up in Warren’s eyes. Richard put his arms around his friend. Why did you do that, he thought, I could have done it. I was going to do it. You didn’t have to.Warren’s shoulder, Richard saw Sister Verna standing in the room.
“She killed Perry,” Warren said. “I heard her admit it. She was going to kill you.”could have done it, Richard thought, you didn’t need to. But instead he said, “Thank you, Warren. You saved my life.”
“She was going to kill you,” he cried against Richard’s shoulder. “Why would she do that?”Verna put a comforting hand to Warren’s back. “she was lied to by the Sisters of the Dark. The Keeper filled her mind with lies. She heard the whispers of the darkness. The Keeper can make even the good listen to his whispers. You did a brave thing, Warren.”
“Then why do I feel so ashamed? I loved her, and I killed her.”simply held him as he wept.Verna pulled them back into the room. She made Richard bend over as she examined his head. Blood was dripping all over the floor.
“This must be tended to. I can’t fix this much damage.”
“I can,” Warren said. “I’m fair at healing. Let me do it.”Warren had finished, Sister Verna made Richard hold his head over the basin while she poured the ewer of water over him, washing off the blood. Warren sat on the edge of a chair, his head in his hands. Richard thought that he was going to need the basin.’s head came up when the Sister finished. “I figured out the rule you told me about. People will believe a lie because they want to believe it’s true, or because they are afraid it is. Just like Pasha believed a lie. Am I right?”smiled. “You are, Warren.”managed a weak smile. “sister Verna, can you take this collar off me?”Verna hesitated. “You would have to pass the test of pain, Warren.”
“Sister,” Richard said. “What do you think he just did?”
“What do you mean?”young wizards sent back through the valley are able to pass because they don’t have sufficient power to draw the spells to them, they are not full wizards. Zedd told me that wizards have to pass a test of pain.
“Over the millennia, the Sisters have convoluted that into making them endure physical pain. I think they’re wrong. I think the test Warren just passed is more pain than the Sisters could ever give. Am I right, Warren?”nodded, his face going white again. “Nothing they ever did hurt like this.”
“Sister, remember when I told you how I turned the blade white, and killed that woman by loving her? Maybe that, too, was a form of the test of pain. I know how much that hurt.”spread her hands in dismay. “do you really think that one with the gift must kill someone they love to pass the test? Richard, that can’t be.”
“No, Sister, they don’t have to kill someone they love. But they must prove they can make the right decision. They must prove they have what it takes to choose the greater good. Would one with the gift be a good servant to this Creator of yours, to the hope of life, if they could act only for selfish needs?
“Giving someone pain, as the Sisters do, doesn’t prove anything except that the victim does not die. Wouldn’t serving the light of life, and loving life, require that the person prove instead that of their own free will they would choose right, choose that light of life and love for all people?”
“Dear Creator,” she whispered, “have we had it wrong all this time?” Her hand covered her mouth a moment. “And we thought we were bringing the Creator’s Light to these boys.”Verna’s back straightened with resolve. She stood before Warren, putting her hands to the sides of his Rada’Han. As she stood with her eyes closed, her hands to the collar, there was a humming vibration in the air. After a moment, silence settled over the room, and then Richard heard a snapping sound. The Rada’Han cracked and fell away.looked positively giddy at the sight of the broken collar. Richard wished it could be that easy for him.
“What are you going to do now, Warren?” Richard asked. “Are you going to leave the palace?”
“Maybe. But I wish to study the books some more first, if the Sisters will allow it.”
“They will allow it,” Sister Verna said. “I will see to it.”
“Then, maybe I would like to travel to Aydindril, to the Wizard’s Keep, and study the books and prophecies you told me were kept there.”
“That sounds a wise plan, Warren. Sister, I must be going.”
“Warren,” she said, “why don’t you come along until I reach the valley? You are free, now.” She glanced to the balcony. “I think it would do you good to get away from here for a time, and think of other things. And I could use some help when we reach the valley, if Richard accomplishes what he thinks he will.”
“Really? I would like that.”the three of them lugged their gear toward the stables, three guards—Kevin, Walsh, and Bollesdun—spotted them and ran to catch up.
“We may have found them, Richard,” Kevin said.
“May have? What do you mean? Where are they?”
“Well, last night, the Lady Sefa set sail. We talked to people down at the docks who said they saw some women, maybe the Sisters, go aboard. Most agree they saw six women go aboard in the darkness, just before she sailed.”
“Sailed!” Richard groaned. “What’s the Lady Sefa?”ship. A big ship. They left with the tide late in the night. They have a good lead, and from what I hear, there isn’t a ship in port that can catch the Lady Sefa, or go as far to sea.”
“We can’t go after them, and do your other task,” Sister Verna said.shifted his pack in annoyance. “You’re right. If it’s really them, they’re gone for now, but I know where they’re going. We’ll have to deal with them later. At least the Palace of the Prophets is safe. We have more important things to tend to right now. Let’s get the horses, and be on our way.”67ran down the dark stone corridors and through the tomblike chambers. The first rays of light splashed golden patches against the coarse, dark gray granite wall opposite the windows as she raced up an east stairway. Her heart pounded with the effort. She had not stopped running since Jebra had told her that she had spied a light in the Wizard’s Keep: that Zedd was back.remembered what it felt like to run with long hair: the weight of it, the way it streamed out behind, flowing with her strides. She felt none of that now. But it didn’t matter; she felt only desperate elation that Zedd was back. She had been waiting so long. She screamed his name as she ran.into the cluttered reading room she stumbled to a panting halt. Zedd stood behind a table with books and papers scattered over it, just as she remembered it from the last time she had seen it, months ago. Candles on stands gave the small room an intimate glow. The reading room had but a single window, facing the still murky western sky.big man with bushy eyebrows, mostly gray hair, and a weathered, creased face looked up from a walking stick he was inspecting. Adie sat in a chair to the side, her head flitting toward sounds. Zedd cocked his head with a curious frown.
“Zedd!” She gulped air. “Oh, Zedd, I’m so relieved to see you.”
“Zedd?” He turned toward the big man. “Zedd?” The big man gave a nod. “But I like Ruben.”
“Zedd! I need your help!”
“Who be there?” Adie said from the chair.
“Adie, it’s me. Kahlan.”
“Kahlan?” She twitched her head toward Zedd. “Who be Kahlan?”shrugged. “A pretty girl with short hair. She seems to know us.”
“What are you talking about! Zedd, I need help! Richard is in trouble! I need you!”’s brow wrinkled in bewilderment. “Richard. I know that name. I think…”was frantic. “Zedd, what’s the matter! Don’t you know me? Please Zedd, I need you. Richard needs you.”
“Richard…” He rubbed his smooth chin as he stared in thought at the table. “Richard…”
“Your grandson! Dear spirits, don’t you know your own grandson!”stared at the table, thinking. “Grandson… I seem to remember… no, can’t say I do.”
“Zedd! Listen to me! The Sisters of the Light have him! They’ve taken him away!”stood silently catching her breath. Zedd’s hazel eyes rose slowly to meet her gaze. His face lost its curiosity as his eyebrows drew in to hood his glare. “The Sisters of the Light have Richard?”had seen wizards angry, but she had never seen a look in any wizard’s eyes like the look in Zedd’s eyes.
“Yes,” she said. She wiped her sweaty palms on her hips as she watched a crack run up the stone of the wall behind him. They came and took him.”put his knuckles to the table and leaned toward her. That’s not possible. They couldn’t take him unless they got one of their cursed collars around his neck. Richard would not put a collar around his neck.”’s knees were beginning to tremble. “He did.”seething expression seemed it might ignite the very air. “Why would he put their collar around his neck, Confessor?”
“Because,” she said in a small voice, “I made him put it on.”candles on one of the stands close to him abruptly melted, dripping their wax to hissing puddles on the floor. The iron arms that had held the candles drooped down, like a plant needing water. The big man shrank back toward the wall of shelves.’s voice came in a dangerous whisper. “You did what, Confessor?”room echoed with silence as she stood quivering. “He didn’t want to. I had to do it. I told him that he had to put it on to prove he loved me.”thought she felt herself hit the wall. She couldn’t understand why she was sprawled on the floor. She pushed herself up with shaking arms. She gasped as she was suddenly jerked to her feet and slammed against the wall again., his eyes wild, was right in front of her. “You did that to Richard!”’s head spun. Her own voice sounded distant. “You don’t understand. I had to. Zedd, I need your help. Richard told me to find you, and tell you what I had done. Please Zedd, help him.”a rage, Zedd backhanded her across the face. She skinned her hands on the stone floor as she went down. He yanked her to her feet and slammed her to the wall once more.
“I can’t help him! No one can! You fool!”ran down her face. “Why? Zedd, we have to help him!”brought up her arms in front of her face to ward him off when he drew his hand back again. It didn’t help. Her head smacked the wall again. The room spun. She shook all over. She had never seen a wizard in a rage so out of control. Kahlan knew he was going to kill her for what she had done to Richard.
“You fool. You treacherous fool. No one can help him now.”
“Please, Zedd. You can. Please, help him.”
“Not even I. No one can get to him. I can’t pass the towers. Richard is lost to us. All I had left is lost.”
“What do you mean, lost to us?” With trembling fingers, she wiped blood from the corner of her mouth. She didn’t wipe the tears. “He will be back. He has to come back.”’s eyes never left hers as he slowly shook his head. “Not while any of us are alive. The Palace of the Prophets is in a spell of time. Richard will be there for the next three hundred years while they train him. We will never see him again. He is lost to this world.”shook her head. “No. Dear spirits, no. That can’t be. We will see him. It can’t be true!”
“True, Mother Confessor. You have put him beyond any help. I will never again see my grandson. You will never again see him. Richard will not return to this world for another three hundred years. Because of you. Because you made him put on that collar to prove he loves you.”turned his back to her. Kahlan fell to her knees. “Noooo!” She beat her fists on the floor. “dear spirits, why have you done this to me!” She cried in choking sobs. “Richard, my Richard.”
“What happened to your hair, Mother Confessor?” Zedd asked in a menacing voice, his back still to her.sat back on her heels. What did it matter anymore. “The council convicted me of treason. I have been sentenced to be executed. To be beheaded. The people all cheered at the pronouncement of sentence. They all wanted to see it done. But I escaped.”nodded. “The people shall have their wish.” He grabbed what was left of her hair in his fist and started dragging her from the room. “For what you have done, you shall be beheaded.”
“Zedd!” she screamed. “Zedd! Please, don’t do this!”used magic to drag her down the hall like a sack of feathers.
“Tomorrow, at the winter solstice festival, the people shall have their wish. They shall see the Mother Confessor beheaded. As First Wizard, I will see to it. I shall see it done.”went limp. What did it matter? The good spirits had abandoned her. They had stripped her of everything that mattered., she herself had condemned Richard to three hundred years of the thing he feared most.wanted to die. Death couldn’t come fast enough for her.stood with his hands on his hips as he watched the dark clouds made by spells in the distance, in the Valley of the Lost. They looked beautiful in the sunrise, with golden edges and striations of glowing rays. But he knew they were deadly.Chaillu put an affectionate hand to his arm. “My husband makes me proud this day. He returns our land to us, as the old words have foretold.”
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