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  　The door squeaked open. As Valdora rose from her work, Ann gasped to catch her breath, and at the same time fought the darkness trying to shroud her mind. She couldn't do it any longer. She was at the end. She had no more screams left. Dear Creator, she could not hold out any longer. Why hadn't he come to rescue her?

  　"Grandmamma." Holly grunted with effort as she labored to drag something, inch by inch, into the room. "Grandmamma. Something has happened."

  　Valdora turned to the girl. "Where did you find him?"

  　Ann struggled to lift her head. Holly huffed and strained to lift a skinny old man up by his maroon robes and lean him against the wall. Blood trickled down the side of his head and matted his wavy white hair sticking out in disarray.

  　"He's a wizard, Grandmamma. He's near to dead. I saw him having a fight with a gar, and some other creatures all covered with scales."

  　"What makes you think he's a wizard?"

  　Holly straightened, panting as she stood over the old man on the floor. *'He was using his gift. He was casting balls of fire."

  　Valdora frowned. "Reeeally. A wizard. How interesting." She scratched her nose. "What happened to the creatures, and the gar?"

  　Holly wheeled her arms about as she described the battle. "And then they all jumped on the gar, and all of them fell over the side. I went to the edge and looked, but I couldn't see them anymore. They all fell down the mountain."

  　Ann's head thumped back to the table. Dear Creator, it was a wizard who supposed to rescue her.

  　It was all for naught. She was going to die. How could she have been so vain as to believe she could do something this risky and get away with it. Nathan was right.

  　Nathan. She wondered if he would ever find her body to know what had happened, or would even care if his warden was dead. She was a foolish, foolish, old woman, who thought herself more clever than she was. She had tampered with prophecy one time too many, and it had bitten her. Nathan was right. She should have listened.

  　Ann flinched when she saw Valdora leaning over her with a wicked grin. She pushed the knifepoint up under Ann's chin.

  　“Well, dear Prelate, it seems I have a wizard to dispatch." She drew the knifepoint across Ann's throat. She could feel it tugging at the skin, cutting and scratching as it dragged along.

  　"Please, Valdora, ask Holly to leave the room. You shouldn't let your granddaughter see you kill someone."

  　Valdora turned. "You'd like to watch, wouldn't you, dear?"

  　Holly swallowed. "No, Grandmamma. She never tried to hurt us."

  　"I've told you, she hurt me."

  　Holly pointed. "I brought him in here so you could help him."

  　"Oh, no. Can't have that. He must die, too."

  　"And what did he do to hurt you?"

  　Valdora shrugged. "If you don't want to watch, then go. It won't hurt my feelings."

  　Holly turned, pausing a moment to glance down at the old man. She reached out and touched his shoulder in a comforting way, and then hurried away.

  　Vafdora turned back. She laid the knife against Ann's cheek, under her eye, "Should I gouge out your eyes, first?"

  　Ann closed her eyes, unable to witness the terror any longer.

  　"No!" Valdora jabbed the point under her chin. "Don't close your eyes! You will watch! If you don't open them, I will gouge them out then."

  　Ann opened her eyes. She held her lower lip between her teeth as she watched Valdora put the point to her chest and lift the handle straight up.

  　"At last," Valdora whispered. "Vengeance."

  　She lifted the knife. It paused in midair as she pulled a deep breath.

  　Valdora's body twitched as a sword blade erupted from the center of her chest.

  　Her eyes widened, and she let out a gurgling squeal as the knife dropped to the floor.

  　Nathan put a foot to Valdora's back and drew the sword out of the woman. She went down hard to the stone floor.

  　Ann let out a wail of relief. Tears streamed from her eyes as the bonds holding her wrists and ankles broke.

  　Nathan, tall and grim, gazed down at her lying on the table. "You foolish woman," he whispered, "what have you let be done to you?"

  　He bent and took her up in his arms as she wept like a child. His arms felt as sweet as the Creator's as he held her to his breast.

  　As her crying slowed, he parted from her, and she saw that the front of him was soaked with blood. Her blood.

  　"Remove the block, and then lie back and let me see if I can possibly heal this mess."

  　Ann pushed his hand away. "No. First I must do what I came to do." She pointed. "It is he. The wizard we've come for,"

  　"Can't it wait?"

  　She wiped blood and tears from her eyes. "Nathan, I have gone through this dreadful prophecy this far. Let me finish. Please?"

  　With a disgusted sigh, he reached in a pouch beside his scabbard at his belt and pulled out a Rada'Han- He handed it over as she slid off the table. When her feet touched the floor, the pain crumpled her. Nathan caught her with a big arm and helped her to kneel before the unconscious wizard.

  　"Help me, Nathan. Open it for me. She broke most of my fingers."

  　With trembling hands, she placed the collar around the wizard's neck. Pushing with her palms, she at last managed to snap it shut, locking on not only the collar, but its magic. The prophecy was fulfilled.

  　Holly stood in the doorway. "Is Grandmamma dead?"

  　Ann sagged back on her heels. "Yes, my dear child. I'm sorry." She held out a hand. "How would you like to watch a healing, instead of a hurting?"

  　Holly gently took the hand. She glanced to the wizard on the Moor. "And him? Will you heal him, too?"

  　"Yes, Holly, him too."

  　"That was why I brought him in: to be helped. Not to be killed. Grandmamma helped people sometimes. She wasn't always mean."

  　"I know," Ann said.

  　A tear rolled down the girl's cheek. "What is to become of me, now?" she whispered.

  　Ann 【创建和谐家园】iled through the tears. "I am Annalina Aldurren, Prelate of the Sisters of the Light, and have been for a good long time. I've taken in many young women with the gift, like you, and have taught them to be wonderful women who heal and help people. I would be most happy if you would come with us."

  　Holly nodded, a 【创建和谐家园】ile coming to her tearstained face. "Grandmamma took care of me, but she was mean to other people, sometimes. Mostly those who would try to hurt us, or cheat us, but you never did. It was wrong for her to hurt you. I'm sorry she wasn't nicer. I'm sorry she had to be mean, and die."

  　Ann kissed the girl's hand. "Me, too. Me, too."

  　"I have the gift." She looked up with big, doleful eyes. "Can you teach me to heal with it?"

  　"It would be my honor."

  　Nathan picked up his sword and, with a dramatic flourish, slid it back into its scabbard, "You want to be healed, now? Or would you prefer to bleed to death so I can try my hand at resurrection?"

  　Ann winced as she came to her feet. "Heal me, my savior."

  　He squinted. "Then allow me access to my power, woman. I can't heal with my sword."

  　Ann closed her eyes as she lifted a hand, focusing her inner sense on his Rada'Han removing the block in the flow of his Han. "It is done."

  　Nathan grunted. "I know it's done; I can feel it back, you know."

  　"Help me onto the table, Nathan." Holly held her hand as she was lifted up.

  　Nathan peered down at the wizard on the floor. "Well, you've finally got him. Far as I know, one such as he has never been collared before." His penetrating blue eyes turned to her. "Now that you've got a wizard of the First Order, the true madness of this whole plan of yours begins."

  　Ann sighed as his healing hands at last caressed her. "I know. Hopefully, Verna has her end of matters well in hand by now."

  　CHAPTER 41

  　Zedd gasped as his eyes popped opened. He sat bolt upright, A big hand on his chest pushed him back down.

  　"Take it easy, old man," a deep voice said.

  　Zedd goggled up at the square-jawed face. His shoulder-length white hair fell forward as he leaned over, putting both hands to the sides of Zedd's head.

  　"Who are you calling 'old,' old man?"

  　The penetrating blue eyes, beneath an intimidating raptor's brow, 【创建和谐家园】iled along with the rest of his face. It was a mixed visage Zedd found unsettling. "Now that you mention it, I guess I am a bit older than you."

  　There was something familiar about that face. It came to him in a rush. Zedd shoved the hands away and sat up, pointing a bony finger at the tall man beside the table

  　"You look like Richard. Why do you look like Richard?"

  　His cheeks drew back with a wide 【创建和谐家园】ile. The brow was still looking very hawklike. "He's a relative of mine."

  　"Relative! Bags!" Zedd peered closer. "Tall. Muscular. Blue eyes. Hair looks of similar texture. That jaw. Worse, the eyes." Zedd folded his arms. "You're a Rahl," he pronounced.

  　"Very good. You know Richard, then."

  　"Know him! I'm his grandfather."

  　His brow elevated. "Grandfather . . ." He wiped his face with one of his big hands, "Dear Creator," he muttered, "what has that woman gotten us into."

  　"Woman? What woman."

  　With a sigh, he took the hand away from his face. The 【创建和谐家园】ile returned and he bowed. A rather good bow, Zedd thought. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Nathan Rahl." He straightened. "And may I have your name, friend?"

  　“Friend!''

  　Nathan rapped his knuckles on Zedd's forehead. "I just healed your cracked skull. That should count for something."

  　"Well," Zedd grumbled, "perhaps you're right. Thank you, Nathan. I'm Zedd. A talented bit of healing, if my skull really was cracked."

  　"Oh, it was. I seem to get quite a bit of practice. How do you feel?"

  　Zedd took stock of himself. "Well, fine. I feel fine. My strength is back. ..." He groaned, remembering what had happened. "Gratch. Dear spirits, I have to get out of here."

  　Nathan planted a restraining hand on Zedd's chest. "We have to have a little

  　talk, friend. At least I hope we can become friends. We unfortunately have a lot in common, besides being related to Richard."

  　Zedd blinked up at the tall man. "Like what?"

  　Nathan unbuttoned his ruffled shirt at the top. The whole front of him was covered with dried blood. Nathan hooked a finger through a dull silver collar around his neck and lifted it a bit.

  　Zedd's voice lowered to a somber timber. "Is that what I think it is?"

  　"You're a pretty 【创建和谐家园】art fellow, I've no doubt, or you wouldn't be of such value."

  　Zedd returned his gaze to the blue eyes. "And what unfortunate thing do we have in common?"

  　Nathan reached out and tugged something at Zedd's neck. Zedd's hands shot up to feel the 【创建和谐家园】ooth metal collar. He could find no seam.

  　"What is the meaning of this? Why would you do this?"

  　Nathan heaved a sigh. "Not me, Zedd." He pointed. "Her."

  　A squat old woman with gray hair tied in a loose knot at the back of her head was walking through the doorway. She held the hand of a little girl.

  　"Ah," she said, as her fingers touched the top of the dark brown dress buttoned to her throat. "I see Nathan has you back to right. I'm so pleased. We were worried."

  　"Is that so," Zedd said noncommittally.