“I have no clue as to what I did. I just had the thought and I saw my hand snatch the arrow out of the air.”fell silent. Kahlan rubbed her thumb on the side of her boot heel. She didn’t know what to say. Fear was nibbling at the fringes of her mind. She flicked her eyes up for a glance at him. He was staring off into space.
“Richard,” she whispered, “I love you.”answer was a long moment in coming. “I love you too.” He turned to her. “Kahlan, I’m afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Something is going on. A screeling shows up, I have these headaches, you call down lightning, I do what I did today. The only thing I can think to do is to go to Aydindril and find Zedd. All these things have something to do with magic.”didn’t think he was necessarily wrong, but put some other answers to them anyway. “Me calling down the lightning has to do with my magic. Not you. Though I don’t know how I did it, I did it to protect you. The screeling, I think, is from the underworld. That has nothing to do with us. It is just something evil. The magic with you today… well, that could have something to do with the magic from the sword. I just don’t know.”the headaches?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted at last.
“Kahlan, the headaches might kill me. I don’t know how I know that, but I know it’s true. It’s not just a simple headache. It’s something else. I don’t know what.”
“Richard, please don’t say that. You’re scaring me.”
“Scares me, too. One reason I was angry at Chandalen was because I fear he may be right about me. About me bringing trouble.”
“Maybe we should start thinking about getting out of here. Getting to Zedd.”what about the headaches? Much of the time, I can’t even stand. I can’t stop every ten paces to shoot an arrow.”swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Maybe Nissel can find an answer.”shook his head. “she can help only a little, and only for a time. Soon, I don’t think she is going to be able to do anything. I’m afraid I might die.”started crying. Richard leaned back against the wall, put his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her against him. He started to say something else, but she put her fingers over his lips. She pressed her face against him as she cried, clutching at his shirt. It seemed as if everything was slowly starting to unravel. He held her and let her cry.began to realize she was being selfish. It was him these things were happening to. He was the one in pain, in danger. She should be comforting him, not the other way around.
“Richard Cypher, if you think this is going to get you out of marrying me, you had better think again.”
“Kahlan, I’m not… I swear…”smiled and gently touched his cheek as she kissed him. “I know. Richard, we’ve solved problems a lot bigger than this one. We will figure it out. I promise. We have to; Weselan has already started my dress.”put some of Nissel’s leaves in his mouth. “really? I bet you are going to look beautiful in it.”
“Well, if you want to find out, you are just going to have to marry me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”, Weselan, and Siddin returned a short time later. Richard had closed his eyes and rested as he chewed the leaves, and he said his head felt a little better. Siddin was excited. He was a local celebrity, having ridden on a dragon. He had spent the better part of the day telling other children what it had been like. Now he wanted to sit in Kahlan’s lap and tell her about how he had been the center of attention.listened with a smile while they all ate stew and tava bread. Like her, Richard didn’t want any cheese. Savidlin offered him a piece of smoked meat. Richard politely declined.they were finishing their meal, a grim-faced Bird Man, ringed by men with spears, showed up at the door. Everyone set their bowls down and stood. Kahlan didn’t like the look on his face.stepped forward. “What is it? What’s happened?”Bird Man took in everyone with a sweep of his eyes. “Three women, strangers, have come on horses.”wondered why three women would bring men with spears around the Bird Man. “What do they want?”
“They are difficult to understand. They speak only a little of our language. I believe they want Richard. They seemed to say they want Richard and they want to see his parents.”
“My parents! Are you sure?”
“I think that is what they were trying to say. They said for you not to try to run any more. That they have come for you, and you must not run. They told me I must not interfere.”unconsciously loosened his sword in its scabbard, his brow taking on a hawklike set. “Where are they?”
“I had them wait in the spirit house.”hooked some hair behind her ear. “did they say who they are?”Bird Man’s long silver hair gleamed in the light of the setting sun coming from behind him. “They called themselves the Sisters of the Light.”’s breath caught in her throat; goose bumps rippled up her arms. Her insides felt as if they had been twisted into an icy knot.couldn’t make her eyes blink.9frowned. “Well? Who are they? What did he say?”, she couldn’t make her eyes blink. She could only manage a whisper. “He said they are the Sisters of the Light.”stared at her a long moment. “Who are the Sisters of the Light?”, she blinked and looked over at him. “I don’t know a whole lot about them. No one does. Richard, I think we should leave.” Kahlan clamped both hands on his arm. “Please? Let’s go. Right now.”’s gaze glided over the men with spears, stopping on the Bird Man. “Thank him for coming to us. Tell him we will take care of it.”the Bird Man nodded and he and his men left, and they had told Savidlin they would go alone, Richard led her outside by the arm. They went around a few corners and he pushed her gently up against a wall, holding her by her upper arms.
“All right, you may not know a lot about them, but you know something. Tell me what it is. I don’t need to be a mind reader to tell you know something, and you’re afraid.”
“They have something to do with wizards. With those with the gift.”
“What do you mean?”put her hands on his arms the way he had his on hers. “One time when I was traveling with Wizard Giller, we were sitting around talking. You know, about life, dreams, things like that. Giller was a wizard by calling. He didn’t have the gift, just the calling. Being a wizard had been his lifelong ambition, his calling. Zedd had taught him to be a wizard. Only, because of the wizard’s web Zedd put over everyone when he left the Midlands, Giller didn’t remember Zedd. No one did. No one even remembered his name., I asked him if he ever wished he had more than the calling. If he wished he had the gift. He smiled and daydreamed about it a minute. Then his smile went away. His face turned white, and he said no, he didn’t wish he had the gift.
“I was puzzled by the look of fear on his face. Wizards don’t often get a look like that over a simple question. I asked him why he wouldn’t want to have the gift. He said because if he had the gift, he would have to face the Sisters of the Light.
“I asked him who they were, but he wouldn’t tell me anything about them. He said it was best not to even mention their name aloud. He begged me not to ask him any more on the subject. I still remember how much the look on his face scared me.”
“Do you know where they’re from?”
“I’ve been almost everywhere in the Midlands. I’ve never heard of them being seen anywhere. And I’ve asked.”let go of her and put a fist on his hip. With his other hand, he squeezed his lower lip to a point as he thought. Finally he folded his arms and turned around. The gift. So we’re back to the gift. I thought we were done with this nonsense. I don’t have the gift!”knitted her fingers together. “Richard please, let’s just get away. If a wizard was afraid of the Sisters of the Light… Let’s just get away from here.”
“And what if they follow? What if they catch up with us when the headache has me flat on my back, when I’m defenseless?”
“Richard, I don’t know anything about them. But if a wizard is that afraid of them… What if we are defenseless right now?”
“I am the Seeker. I am not defenseless. But I might be later. Better to meet them on my terms than theirs. And I’m tired of hearing about the gift! I don’t have it and I’m going to put an end to this nonsense right now.”took a deep breath and nodded. “All right. I guess the Seeker and the Mother Confessor are not without defenses.”gave her a stern look. “You’re not coming.”
“Do you have a rope?”frowned. “No. Why?”lifted an eyebrow. “You will have a hard time stopping me if you don’t have a rope to tie me up.”
“Kahlan, I’m not letting you…”
“And I’m not giving you a chance to have a look at a woman you might fancy more than me, without being there to give her a whack.”watched her with an exasperated expression, and then leaned forward and kissed her. “All right. But let’s not have an “adventure’?”smiled. “We will just tell these three you don’t have the gift, send them on their way, and then I’m going to give you a serious kiss.”sky was darkening into a deep blue when they reached the spirit house. Three strong horses were tethered a short distance away. Their saddles were different from any she had seen before, with high pommels and cantles. As they paused in front of the door, the air was cold enough to show their breath. Richard and Kahlan gave each other a smile and a squeeze of the hand. Richard checked that the sword was clear in its scabbard. He took a deep breath and pulled open the door. Kahlan wore her Confessor’s face, as her mother had taught her.inside of the spirit house was lit by a small fire and two torches in brackets, one to each side of the fireplace. Their packs still sat to the side. The air smelled of pitch and the balsam-scented sticks that were always burned in the spirit house to make the ancestors” spirits welcome. Torchlight flickered on the skulls of ancestors sitting on a single shelf. The dirt floor was dry, since Richard had used the spirit house to teach the Mud People to make roofs that didn’t leak.three women stood straight and tall in the center of the single-roomed, windowless building. Their brown, heavy wool cloaks hung almost to the ground. The hoods were up, partly shadowing their faces. They wore long, divided riding skirts of different, dark, muted colors, and simple white blouses.pushed back their hoods. The one in the middle, a few inches taller than the other two, but not as tall as Kahlan, had brown hair with some curl and body to it. The one to her right had straight, black, shoulder length hair, and the other’s was curly, short, and dark, with streaks of gray. Each had her hands clasped at ease in front of her.was the only thing at ease about them. Their mature faces wore looks that reminded Kahlan of the headmistress of the maidservants back in Aydindril. It was a countenance of authority they appeared to have held so long that it had worn permanent creases. Kahlan took a second glance at their hands to see if they were empty; they looked like they should be carrying switches. Their eyes watched, as if ready to silence any impudence.woman in the middle spoke. “You two are Richard’s parents?” Her voice wasn’t quite as harsh as Kahlan expected, but still carried a clear tone of authority.glowered at them, looking as if just his look might push the three back a pace. He waited until the glare caused them to blink, before he spoke. “No. I am Richard. My parents are dead. My mother since I was young, and my father since the end of summer.”three exchanged sidelong glances.saw the anger in his eyes. He was bleeding magic from the sword without even drawing it. She could tell the sword was only a blink away from coming out. She could see by the look in his eyes that he would not hesitate if these women did anything wrong.
“That is not possible,” the taller one in the center said. “You are… old.”
“Not as old as you,” Richard snapped.cheeks colored. The woman’s eyes flashed an angry scowl, but she quickly softened it. “We did not mean to say you are old, we meant to say you are older than we expected. I am Sister Verna Sauventreen.”black-haired woman to her right spoke. “I am Sister Grace Rendall.”
“I am Sister Elizabeth Myric,” the third said.Verna turned her stern expression on Kahlan. “And who would you be, child.”didn’t know if it was Richard’s attitude causing it, but she felt her blood heating, too. She gritted her teeth. “I am not your “child.” I am the Mother Confessor.” Kahlan’s tone could carry authority, too, when she wished it to.was almost imperceptible, but the three flinched. Together, they bowed their heads slightly.
“Forgive us, Mother Confessor.”air of threat in the spirit house was still palpable. Kahlan realized her hands were fists. It came to her that she felt this way because they were a threat to Richard. She decided it was time to act like the Mother Confessor.
“Where are you three from?” she asked in an icy voice.
“We are from… far away.”’s glare was beginning to match Richard’s. “In the Midlands, a bow to the Mother Confessor is done on at least one knee.” It was a custom she almost never had any interest in enforcing, but she felt the need now.three leaned back as one, standing straighter. Their indignant frowns deepened.was enough to bring out the sword.distinctive ringing of steel hung in the air. Richard said nothing; he simply stood holding the sword in both hands. Kahlan could see his muscles straining to be released. The Sword of Truth’s magic danced dangerously in his eyes. She was glad his glower wasn’t directed at her; it was frightening. The three didn’t appear to be as frightened by it as she would have expected, but they turned to her, and together, went to one knee, bowing their heads again.
“Forgive us, Mother Confessor,” Sister Grace said. “We are not familiar with your customs. We meant no offense.” They kept their heads down.waited the appropriate period, and then added a few long seconds. “Rise, my children.”they came to their feet they clasped their hands in front again.Verna took a deep, impatient breath. “We are not here to frighten you, Richard. We are here to help you. Put the sword away.” The last held a harsh hint of command to it.didn’t move. “I was told you said you came for me, whatever that means, and that I must not run. I haven’t been running. I am the Seeker. I will decide when to put away the sword.”Se…” Sister Elizabeth almost shouted. “You are the Seeker?”three exchanged looks again.
“State your business,” Richard said. “Now.”Grace took an impatient breath this time. “Richard, we are not here to harm you. Are you that afraid of three women?”
“Even one woman is cause enough for fear. I have learned that lesson the hard way. I no longer harbor foolish inhibitions about killing women. Last time offered: state your business, or this conversation is ended.”glanced to the Agiel around his neck. “Yes, we can see you have learned some lessons.” Her face softened a little. “Richard, you need our help. We have come because you have the gift.”looked at each of them before he again spoke. “You have been seriously misinformed. I don’t have the gift nor do I want anything to do with it.”slid the sword back into its scabbard. “I’m sorry you have come a long way for nothing.” He took Kahlan’s arm. “The Mud People don’t like outsiders. Their weapons are tipped with poison, and they are not shy about using them. I will tell them to grant you safe passage out of their land. I advise you not to test their restraint.”led Kahlan by the arm toward the door. She could feel the rage radiating from him, could see the anger in his eyes, and something else, too: his headache. She could see the pain he suffered.headaches will kill you,” Sister Grace said quietly.froze in his tracks, his chest heaving as he stared ahead at nothing. “I’ve had headaches all my life. I’m used to them.”
“Not like these,” Sister Grace pressed. “We can see it in your eyes. We recognize the headaches of the gift. It’s our job.”is a healer here who is taking care of them. She is very good. She has already helped me, and I am confident she will soon cure me of them.”
“She can’t. No one can but us. If you don’t let us help you, the headaches will kill you. That is why we’re here; to help you, not to bring you to harm.”’s hand stretched for the latch. “You needn’t concern yourselves about me. I’m not cursed with the gift. Everything is under control. Safe journey to you, ladies.”gently put her hand on his arm, preventing him from reaching the latch. “Richard,” she whispered. “Maybe we should at least listen to them. What harm can there be in listening to them? Perhaps you could learn something useful to help the headaches.”
“I don’t have the gift! I don’t want anything to do with magic! Magic has caused me nothing but trouble, nothing but pain. I don’t have the gift and I don’t want it.” He reached for the latch again.
“And I suppose you are going to tell us that your eating habits haven’t changed, all of a sudden,” Sister Grace said. “I would say in just the last few days.”froze again. “Everyone has changes in mood about what they want to eat.”
“Has anyone watched you sleep?”
“What?”
“If anyone has watched you sleep, they will have noticed that you now sleep with your eyes open.”felt a cold wave of goose bumps. Everything was starting to connect. Wizards all had odd, specific eating habits, and they all slept with their eyes open, sometimes; even those without the gift. In those with the gift, like Zedd, it was more often.
“I don’t sleep with my eyes open. You are wrong.”
“Richard,” Kahlan whispered, “maybe we should listen to them. Hear what they have to say.”looked to her, as if pleading for her to help him escape this. Pleading for her help. “I don’t sleep with my eyes open.”
“Yes, you do.” She put a hand on his arm. “I have seen you sleeping for months as we were trying to stop Rahl. When I stood watch, I often saw you sleep. Only since we left D’Hara have I seen you sleep with your eyes open, just like Zedd does.”still had his back to the three women. “What do you want? How can you help me with the headaches?” he called to them.
“If we are to discuss this, we are not going to talk to the back of your head.” Sister Verna’s tone was like one used when talking to an obstinate child. “You will address us properly.”was the wrong tone to use on Richard at that moment. He yanked the door open and slammed it as he went out.thought the door might come off its hinges, but it didn’t. She felt heartsick about what she had said to him. He had wanted her to take his side; he was in no mood to hear the truth.was puzzled by his attitude. Richard was not one to avoid the truth. But he was deathly afraid of something. She turned and looked at the three women.Grace separated her hands and let them hang at her sides. This is no game, Mother Confessor. If he isn’t helped by us, he is going to die. He doesn’t have much time.”nodded, her anger gone, replaced by an empty sadness. “I will go talk to him,” she said in a small voice that was almost lost in the large room. “Please wait here. I will bring him back.”was sitting on the ground, leaning against the short wall, right under where his sword had cut a swath the night before when the screeling had come. His elbows were on his knees, his hands over his head, fingers locked together. He didn’t look up. Kahlan sat tight against him.
“Your head hurts pretty bad right now, doesn’t it?”nodded. She pulled the dry shaft of a weed and held it between her hands as she rested her forearms on her knees. As if what she had said reminded him, he took some leaves out of his shirt pocket and put them in his mouth.stripped a little leaf off the stem. “Richard, tell me, what are you afraid of?”chewed the leaves a moment, and then lifted his head, leaning back. “do you remember when the screeling came, and I said I sensed it, and you said maybe it was just that I heard it?” She nodded. “When I killed that man today, I sensed him too, just like the screeling. It was just the same. Danger. I didn’t know what either was, but I sensed the danger. I knew there was trouble, but I didn’t know what kind.”
“What does that have to do with the three in there?”
“Before we went in the spirit house, to see those women, I had the same sensation: danger. I don’t know what it means, but it’s the same feeling. Somehow, I know those women are going to come between us.”
“Richard, you don’t know that. They said only that they want to help you.”
“I do know. Just as I knew the screeling was there, and the man with the spear was there. These women are somehow a danger to me.”felt a lump growing in her throat. “You also said you know the headaches might kill you. Richard, I’m afraid for you.”
“And I’m afraid of magic. I hate magic. I hate the magic of the sword. I wish I could be rid of it. You can’t imagine the things I’ve had to do with it. You don’t know what it took to turn the blade white. Darken Rani’s magic killed my father, and took my brother. It hurt a great many people.” He let out a deep breath. “I hate magic.”
“I have magic,” she said softly.
“And it almost kept us apart forever.”
“But it didn’t. You figured out how to make it work. Without my magic, I would never have met you.” She rubbed his arm. “Magic also gave Adie back her foot, and has helped a lot of others. Zedd is a wizard; he has the gift. Would you say that is bad? Zedd has always used his gift to help people.
“Richard, you have magic too. You have the gift. You as much as admitted it. You used it to sense the screeling. You saved me. You used it to sense the man that was going to kill Chandalen. You saved him.”
“I don’t want to have magic.”
“It seems to me you are thinking of the problem, and not the solution. Isn’t that what you always say: think of the solution, not the problem?”thumped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. He let out an exasperated breath. “Is this what being married to you is going to be like? For the rest of my life, you always telling me when I’m being stupid?”smiled. “Would you have me let you delude yourself?”scrubbed his hands on his face. “I guess not. My head hurts so much, I guess it’s keeping me from thinking straight.”
“Then let’s do something about it? Let’s go in and at least talk to the sisters, and hear what they have to say? They said they want to help.”gave her a dark look. “so did Darken Rahl.”
“Running away is not the solution. You didn’t run from Darken Rahl.”looked at her a long moment and then nodded. “I’ll listen.”three were standing where Kahlan had left them. They gave her small smiles of appreciation, apparently pleased she had brought him back. Richard and Kahlan stood close together in front of the three women.
“We will listen—listen—to what you have to say about my headaches.”Grace looked to Kahlan. Thank you for your help, Mother Confessor, but we will speak with Richard alone now.”’s anger flared again, but he kept his tone in check. “Kahlan and I are to be married.” The three gave each other the look again. It was a little more serious this time. “What you have to say to me affects her, too. If you want to talk to me, she will stay and hear it too. Both of us, or neither. Choose.”looks were still passing between the three. At last Sister Grace spoke.
“Very well.”
“And the first thing you should know is that I don’t like magic, and I’m not convinced I have the gift. If I do, I am not pleased about it, and only want to be rid of it.”
“We are not here to please you; we are here to save your life. To do that we must teach you to use the gift. If you don’t learn to control it, it will kill you.”
“I understand. I had a similar problem with the Sword of Truth.”first thing you must learn,” Sister Verna said, “is that just as the Mother Confessor is to be treated with deference, so are we. We have worked long and hard to become Sisters of the Light, and expect to be treated with due respect. I am Sister Verna, this is Sister Grace, and this is Sister Elizabeth.”glared at them. At last, he bowed his head. As you wish. Sister Verna.” He regarded each in turn. And who are the Sisters of the Light?”
“We are the ones who train wizards, those with the gift.”
“Where are the Sisters of the Light from?”
“We all live and work at the Palace of the Prophets.”frowned. “sister Verna, I’ve never heard of the Palace of the Prophets. Where is it?”
“In the city of Tanimura.”’s frown deepened. “I know every city in the Midlands. I’ve never heard of Tanimura.”Verna held Kahlan’s gaze for a moment. “Nonetheless, that is where we are from.”
“Why were you surprised when you found out how old I am?”
“Because,” Sister Grace said, “it is almost unheard of for one with the gift not to come to our attention when he is still young.”
“How young?”
“At the very most, a third your age.”
“And why do you think I did not come to your attention?”
“Obviously, you have been hidden from us, somehow.”recognized that Richard was slipping into his Seeker’s role, seeking answers to his questions before he gave them anything they wanted.
“Did you train Zedd?”
“Who?”
“Zeddicus Zu’l Zorander, wizard of the First Order.”look passed between them again. “We don’t know First Wizard Zorander.”
“I thought it was your business to know of ones with the gift. Sister Verna?”stiffened. “You know this wizard of the First Order?”
“I do. Why don’t you?”
“Is he old?” Richard nodded. “Perhaps he was before our time.”
“Perhaps.” Richard, with a fist on his hip, strolled a few steps away and stopped with his back to them. “How do you know about me? Sister Elizabeth.”
“It is our business to know about those with the gift: wizards. Though you were obviously hidden from us, when you triggered the gift, we knew.”
“What if I don’t want to be a wizard?”
“That is your business. Ours is to teach you to control the magic. We are not here to force you to be a wizard, only to help you control the magic so you will live. Then you may be what you wish.”marched back and put his face close to Sister Verna. “How do you know I have the gift?”
“We are the Sisters of the Light. It is our business to know.”
“You thought I would be young. You thought I would be with my parents. You didn’t know I was the Seeker. You don’t know who the First Wizard is. You seem to be slipping in your business. Besides these errors, perhaps you are also mistaken about me having the gift, Sister Verna? Your mistakes do not inspire confidence. Does your position of respect tolerate such mistakes?”woman’s face was crimson. Sister Verna controlled her voice with an effort. “Richard, our job, our calling, is to help those with the gift. We have devoted our lives to it. We are from far away. What we have learned has been done at a great distance. We don’t have all the answers. The matters you speak of are not important. What is important is that you have the gift, and if you don’t let us help you, you will die.
“One reason we help those with the gift when they are young, and we wanted to see your parents, is because of the very difficulty we are having right now. If we can talk to the parents, we can help them see what is best for their son. Parents are more interested in the well-being of their children than one of your age is in himself. Teaching one of your age is going to be difficult. People are more easily taught when they are young.”
“Before they are able to think for themselves, Sister Verna?” She was silent. “I will ask again. How do you know I have the gift?”Grace smoothed her straight black hair. “When one is born with the gift, it lies dormant, and is harmless. We strive to find these boys when they are young. We have a number of ways of knowing who they are. It has happened that one with the gift does things that trigger its growth, its evolution. When that happens it becomes a threat to them. How you managed to slip by our knowledge is something we can’t answer.
“Once triggered, the power begins to evolve. It cannot be stopped. It must be mastered or you will die. This is what has happened to you. It is exceedingly rare for it to happen this way. To be honest, though we have been taught it has happened before, none of us has personal knowledge of it.at the Palace of the Prophets there will be old records of this in others, and we will look into it. But that doesn’t change what matters: you have the gift, it has been triggered, and the evolution has begun.
“We have never had to teach one of your age before. I fear the trouble it is going to cause at the palace. Teaching the gift requires discipline. One of your age has obvious difficulty with this.”softened his tone, but his gaze hardened. “sister Grace, I will ask for the last time. How do you know I have the gift?”stood up a little straighter and let out a noisy breath. She nicked a glance to Sister Verna. “Tell him.”Verna gave a resigned nod and pulled a small black book from behind her belt. With a frown, she began leafing through it. Those with the gift have some use of it throughout their life, in little ways, even though it lies dormant. Perhaps you have noticed how you could do some things that others could not, yes? The evolution of the gift is triggered by the specific use of the magic. Once triggered, it cannot be undone. This is what you have done.”continued turning pages, running her finger down them. “Ah. Here it is.” She lowered the book and looked up. “There are three things that must be done, in a specific manner, to trigger the gift. We don’t fully understand the precise nature of these things, but we understand their general principles. You have done these three things. First, you must use the gift to save another. Second, you must use the gift to save yourself. Third, you must use the gift to kill another with the gift. Perhaps you can see the difficulty in accomplishing them, and why we haven’t seen this before?”
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