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  　Dear spirits, what trouble had he caused? What had he done? He had to get the cape off his back. Berdine had been trying to warn him.

  　Wizard's Third Rule: Passion rules reason. He had been so passionate to get to Kahlan that he had not used his reason and listened to Berdine's warning. How was he going to stop the Order now? His folly had aided them.

  　Richard strained to hold the rib as it became nearly vertical. Ten more feet.

  　Merissa appeared in a doorway. He saw a bolt of lightning arc across the room. He let go, and dropped to the ground, wishing that he could fall faster. The loud

  　crack of the lightning hurt his ears as it came perilously close to taking off his head He had to get away from her. He had to run.

  　"I've met your bride-to-be, Richard."

  　Richard froze in his tracks. "Where is she?"

  　"Come out of there, and we'll talk about it. I'll tell you all about how I'm going to enjoy hearing her scream."

  　"Where is she!"

  　Merissa's laughter echoed around the dome. "Right here, my student. Right here in Tanimura."

  　In a fury, Richard unleashed a bolt of lightning. It lit the chamber, thundering across the room to where he had seen her last. Stone chips trailing 【创建和谐家园】oke sailed through the air. He only dimly wondered how he had done such a thing. Need.

  　"Why! Why would you want to hurt her?"

  　"Oh, Richard, it's not her I care about hurting. It is you. Her pain will give you pain; it's that simple. She is merely a means to your blood."

  　Richard eyed the passageways. "Why do you want my blood?"

  　As soon as he had finished asking, he ducked down and headed for a passageway.

  　"Because you have ruined everything. You locked my master back in the underworld. I was to have my reward. I was to have immortality. I did my part, but you ruined it."

  　A twisting bolt of black lightning sliced a clean void through a wall right beside him. She was using Subtractive Magic. She was a sorceress with unimaginable power, and she could tell where he was; she could sense him. Then why was she missing?

  　"But worse," she said as a slender finger tapped the gold ring through her lower Up, "because of you, I must serve that pig Jagang. You have no idea of the things he did to me. You have no idea of the things he makes me do. All because of you! All because of you, Richard Rahl! But I will make you pay. I have sworn to bathe in your blood, and I shall."

  　"What about Jagang? You're going to make him angry if you kill me."

  　Fire erupted behind him, racing him to next column.

  　"Quite the contrary. Now that you have done what was required of you, you are no longer of use to the dream walker. As a reward, I am being allowed to do away with you as I wish, and 1 have some grand wishes."

  　Richard realized he was not going to be able to get away from her like this. He could be behind a wall, and she would be able to sense him with her Han.

  　He thought again about Berdine, and just as he reached up and clutched a fistful of the mriswith cape to rip it off his back, he paused. Merissa wouldn't be able to see him with her Han if he was shrouded with the cape's magic. But the cape's magic was the force that created the mriswith.

  　Kahlan was a captive. Merissa said her pain would give him pain. He couldn't allow them to hurt Kahlan. He had no choice.

  　He flung the cape around himself, and vanished.

  　CHAPTER 48

  　That is the last of them, as I promised."

  　Verna stared into the eyes of a woman she had known for a hundred and fifty years. Her heart was sick. Known not well enough. There were many she had not known well enough.

  　"What does Jagang want with the Palace of the Prophets?"

  　“He has no power, beyond that of an ordinary man, except his ability as a dream walker." Leoma's voice trembled, but she went on. "He uses others, especially those with the gift, to accomplish what he wishes. He is going to use our knowledge to reveal the forks on the prophecies that will bring him victory, and then see to it that the correct action is taken in order to carry the world down that fork.

  　"He is a very patient man. It took him fifteen years to conquer the Old World, all the time perfecting his ability, probing the minds of others, and gathering the information he needed.

  　"He not only intends to use the prophecies in the vaults, but he intends to make the Palace of the Prophets his home. He knows about the spell; he has stationed men here as a test to make sure that it works for those without the gift, and that there is no harmful effect. He is going to live here and direct the conquest of the rest of the world, with the help of the prophecies, from this place.

  　"Once all lands fall to him, he will hold dominion over the world for hundreds upon hundreds of years, enjoying the spoils of his tyranny. To his mind, nothing so great has ever been dreamed, much less accomplished. It will be as near as a ruler can come to immortality."

  　"What else can you tell me?"

  　Leoma rung her hands. "Nothing. I've told you all. Let me go, Verna?"

  　"Kiss your ring finger, and beg the Creator's forgiveness."

  　"What?"

  　"Forsake the Keeper. It's your only hope, Leoma."

  　Leoma shook her head. "I can't do that, Verna. I won't."

  　Verna had no time to waste. Without further word or argument, she seized her Han. Light seemed to come from within Leoma's eyes and she crashed to the floor, dead.

  　Verna slipped silently down to the end of the empty hall, to Sister Simona's room. Feeling the joy of being able to manipulate her Han at will, she brought down the shield. Carefully, so as not to startle her, she knocked and then opened the door, hearing Simona scurry for the far corner.

  　"Simona, it's Verna. Don't be afraid, dear."

  　Simona let out a shuddering cry. "He comes! He comes!"

  　Verna lit a genlle glow of Han in her palm. "I know. You're not crazy. Sister Simona. He does come."

  　"We must escape! We must get away," she cried. "Oh, please, we must get away before he gets here. He comes in my dreams and taunts me, I'm so afraid." She fell to kissing her ring finger.

  　Verna gathered the trembling woman in her arms. "Simona, listen carefully to me. I have a way to save you from the dream walker. I can make you safe. We can get away."

  　The woman stilled, blinking up at Verna. "You believe me?"

  　"Yes. I know you're telling the truth. But you must believe me, too, when I tell you the truth that I know a magic that will protect you from the dream walker."

  　Simona wiped the tears from her filthy cheek, "Is it truly possible? How can it be done?"

  　"You remember Richard? The young man I brought back?"

  　Simona nodded with a 【创建和谐家园】ile as she cuddled in Verna's arms. "Who could forget Richard? Trouble and wonder in one package."

  　"Listen, now. Besides the gift, Richard has a magic which was passed down from his ancestors who fought the original dream walkers. It's a magic that protects him, too, from the dream walkers. It also protects anyone who swears fidelity to him, who is loyal to him in every way. That was the reason the spell was originally cast—to fight the dream walkers."

  　Her eyes widened. "That can't be possible—mere loyalty conferring magic."

  　"Leoma has had me locked in a room down the hall. She put a collar around my neck and used the test of pain to try to break my will and make me renounce Richard. She told me that the dream walker wanted to come to me in my dreams, like he does you, but my fidelity to Richard prevented it. It works, Simona. I don't know how, but it does. I'm protected from the dream walker. You can be, too."

  　Sister Simona wiped wisps of gray hair back from her face. "Verna, I'm not crazy. I want this collar off my neck. I want to escape the dream walker. We must escape. What would you have me do?"

  　Verna gripped the 【创建和谐家园】all woman tighter. "Will you help us? Will you help the rest of the Sisters of the Light escape, too?"

  　Simona put her cracked lips to her ring finger. "On my oath to the Creator."

  　"Then swear an oath to Richard, too. You must be bonded to him."

  　Simona pushed away and knelt with her forehead to the floor. "I swear fidelity to Richard. I swear my life to him on my hope to be sheltered by the Creator in the next world."

  　Verna urged Simona to sit up. She put her hands to the side of the Rada'Han, letting her Han flow into it, join with it, the room droning with the effort. The collar snapped and fell away.

  　Simona let out a joyful cry as she hugged Verna. Verna embraced her tightly; she knew the joy of having the Rada'Han off her neck.

  　"Simona, we must be going. We have much work to do, and not much time. I need your help."

  　Simona wiped away her tears. "I'm ready. Thank you. Prelate."

  　At the door with the bolt held on with the intricate web, Verna and Simona worked their Han together. The web had been set by three Sisters, and though Verna

  　had that much power, it would still be a challenge to undo it. With Simona's added help, the web slipped away easily.

  　The two guards outside the door started in surprise when they saw the filthy prisoners. Pikes came down.

  　Verna recognized one of the guards. "Walsh, you know me, now raise that

  　pike."

  　"I know you've been convicted of being a Sister of the Dark."

  　"I know you don't believe that."

  　The point was menacingly close to her face. "What makes you think so?"

  　"Because if it were true, I would have simply killed you in order to escape."

  　He was silent for a moment as he considered. "Keep talking."

  　"We are at war. The emperor wishes to put the world under his fist. He uses the true Sisters of the Dark, like Leoma, and the new Prelate, Ulicia. You know them, and you know me. Who do you believe?"

  　"Well ... I'm not so sure."

  　1 'Then let me put it in terms that make it clear. You remember Richard?''

  　"Of course. He's a friend."

  　"Richard is at war with the Imperial Order. The time is upon you to choose sides. You must decide your loyalty, right now, right here. Richard, or the Order."

  　His lips pressed together as he fought a mental battle. Finally, the butt of his pike thumped to the floor. "Richard."

  　The other guard's eyes shifted between Walsh and Verna. His pike suddenly thrust forward with the cry, "The Order!"

  　Vema already had a firm grip on her Han. Before the blade touched her, the man was blown back with such force that when he hit the wall, his head split open. He toppled to the floor, dead.

  　"I guess I chose right," Walsh said.

  　"You did indeed. We must get the true Sisters of the Light, and the loyal young wizards, and we must be away from here at once. There isn't a moment to waste."

  　"Let's go," Walsh said, holding his pike out, pointing the way.

  　Outside, in the warm night air, a thin figure sat on a bench nearby. When she recognized them, she sprang up.

  　"Prelate!" she whispered with tearful joy.

  　Verna hugged Millie so tight the old woman squeaked for release. "Oh, Prelate, forgive the hateful things I said. I didn't mean a word of it, I swear."

  　Verna, nearly in tears, squeezed the woman again, and then kissed her forehead a dozen times. "Oh, Millie, thank you. You are the Creator's best work. I will never forget what you've done for me, for the Sisters of the Light. Millie, we must escape. The emperor is going to take the palace. Will you come with us, please, so you will be safe?"

  　Millie shrugged. "Me? An old woman? On the run from cutthroat Sisters of the Dark and magic monsters?"

  　"Yes. Please?"

  　Millie grinned in the moonlight. "Sounds more fun than scrubbing floors and emptying chamber pots."

  　"All right, all of you listen then, we ..."

  　A tall shadow stepped out from behind the corner of the building. Everyone fell still and silent as the figure approached.

  　"Well, Verna, it looks as if you found your way out. I thought you might." She stepped close, where they could see her. It was Sister Philippa, Verna's other advisor. She kissed her ring finger. Philippa's narrow mouth spread in a 【创建和谐家园】ile. "Thank the Creator. Welcome back, Prelate."

  　"Philippa, we must get the Sisters away tonight, before Jagang gets here, or we will be captured and used."

  　"What are we to do, Prelate?" Sister Philippa asked.

  　"All of you, listen carefully, now. We must hurry, and we must be more than careful. If we are caught, we will all be in collars."

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