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  　Lord Rahl seized him by the upper arms. "I have a sister? Do you know anything about her?"

  　"Yes, Lord Rahl. A little, anyway. I've met her."

  　"Met her! Friedrich, that's wonderful! What's she like? How old is she?"

  　"Not many years younger than you, Lord Rahl. Early twenties, I'd say."

  　"Is she 【创建和谐家园】art?" he asked with a grin.

  　"Too 【创建和谐家园】art for her own good, I'm afraid."

  　Lord Rahl laughed in delight. "I can't believe it! Kahlan, isn't that wonderful? I have a sister."

  　"It doesn't sound wonderful to me," Cara growled before the Mother Confessor could answer. "It doesn't sound wonderful at all!"

  　"Cara, how can you say that?" the Mother Confessor asked.

  　Cara leaned toward them. "Need I remind you both of the trouble we had when Lord Rahl's half brother, Drefan, showed up?"

  　"No..." Lord Rahl said, clearly troubled by the mention.

  　Everyone fell silent. "What happened?" Friedrich finally dared to ask.

  　He gasped when Cara snatched him by the collar and jerked him close to her hot glare. "That bastard son of Darken Rahl nearly killed the Mother Confessor! And Lord Rahl! He nearly killed me! He did kill a lot of other people. He nearly got everyone killed. I hope the Keeper of the dead put Drefan Rahl in a cold dark hole for all of eternity. If you only knew what he did to the Mother Confessor-"

  　"That's enough, Cara," the Mother Confessor said in quiet command as she put a hand on the woman's arm, gently urging her to release Friedrich's collar.

  　Cara complied, but, in the heat of anger, only with great reluctance. Friedrich could clearly see why this woman was a guard to the Lord Rahl and the Mother Confessor. Even though he could not see her eyes, he could feel them, like a hawk's, locked on him even in the dark. This was a woman whose penetrating judgment could weigh a man's soul, and decide his fate. This was a woman not only with the authority, but with the ability, to act on what she decided was necessary.

  　Friedrich knew, because he had seen women like this often in the People's Palace. When her hand came out from under her cloak to snatch him by the collar, he'd seen her Agiel dangling on a chain from her wrist. This was a Mord-Sith.

  　"I'm sorry about your half brother," Friedrich said. "But I don't think Jennsen means you harm."

  　"Jennsen," he whispered, testing his first encounter with the name of someone he never knew existed.

  　"As a matter of fact, Jennsen is terrified of you, Lord Rahl."

  　"Terrified of me? Why would she be afraid of me?"

  　"She thinks you're after her."

  　Lord Rahl stared incredulously. "After her? How can I be after her? I've been struck down here in the Old World."

  　"She thinks you want to kill her, that you send men to hunt her down."

  　He was stunned to silence for a moment, as if each new thing he was hearing was even more incredible than the last. "But... I don't even know her. Why would I want to kill her?"

  　"Because she is ungifted."

  　Lord Rahl stepped back, trying to understand what Friedrich was telling him. "What difference does that make? Lots of people are ungifted."

  　Friedrich pointed to the book in Lord Rahl's hand. "I think Nathan sent that book to explain it."

  　"Prophecy won't help explain anything."

  　"No, Lord Rahl. I don't think this has to do with prophecy so much as with free will. You see, I know some about prophecy from my wife. Nathan explained how prophecy needs free will, and that's why you react so strongly against prophecy, because you are a man who brings free will to balance the magic of prophecy. He said that prophecy had not proclaimed it to be me who was to bring this book to you, but that I had to bring it of my own free will."

  　Lord Rahl stared at the book in the darkness. His tone softened. "Nathan can be trouble at times, but I know he's a friend who has helped me before. His help can sometimes cause me considerable trouble, but even if I don't always agree with the things he chooses to do, I know he chooses to do them for good reason."

  　"I loved a sorceress for most of my life, Lord Rahl. I know how complex such things as this can be. I would not have come all this way if I didn't believe Nathan in this."

  　Lord Rahl appraised him for a moment. "Did Nathan say what was in this book?"

  　"He told me the book is from the time of a great war, thousands of years ago. He said he discovered it in the People's Palace after a frantic search among the thousands of tomes there, and that as soon as he'd located it he brought it to me, to ask that I take it to you. He said time was so urgently short that he dare not take any more to translate the book. Because of that, he didn't know what was in it."

  　Lord Rahl looked down at the book with considerably more interest. "Well, I don't know how much good it's going to be able to do us. The hounds did a lot of damage to it. I'm beginning to fear why."

  　"Richard, do you know at least what it says on the cover?" the Mother Confessor asked.

  　"I only saw it in the light long enough to see that it was in High D'Haran. I didn't try to translate it. It says something about Creation."

  　"You're right, Lord Rahl. Nathan told me the title." Friedrich tapped the book. "It says, there, on the cover, in gilded letters, The Pillars of Creation. "

  　"Great," Lord Rahl muttered, seemingly in unhappy recognition of the title. "Well, let's get to a safe place and set up camp. I don't want the heart hounds to catch us out in the open in the dark. We'll make a 【创建和谐家园】all fire and maybe I can see if the book will tell us anything useful."

  　"You know about the pillars of Creation, then?" Friedrich asked, following after the three of them as they started off down the trail.

  　"Yes," Lord Rahl said back over his shoulder in a troubled tone. "I've heard of them. Nathan came from the Old World, so I guess he would know about them, too."

  　Friedrich scratched his jaw in confusion as they crested a 【创建和谐家园】all rise in the trail. "What do the pillars of Creation have to do with the Old World?"

  　"The Pillars of Creation are in the center of a forsaken wasteland." Lord Rahl pointed ahead, to the south. "It's not all that far from here, off that way. We went past there not long ago. We had to cross the fringes of the place; some very unpleasant people were after us."

  　"Their bloody bones are drying in the wasteland," Cara said with obvious pleasure.

  　"Unfortunately," Lord Rahl said, "it cost us our horses, too; that's why we're on foot. At least we escaped with our lives."

  　"Wasteland... but, Lord Rahl, the pillars of Creation are also what my wife called-"

  　Friedrich halted when something beside the path caught his eye. Even in the dim light, the hauntingly familiar dark shape silhouetted against the light color of the dusty trail drew him up short.

  　He squatted down to touch it. To his surprise, it felt like what he thought. When he picked it up, he was sure of it. It had the same crooked opening for the drawstring, the same notch in the supple leather where he had once accidentally nicked it with a sharp gouge when he had been in a hurry.

  　"What's the matter?" Lord Rahl asked in a suspicious voice as he scanned the near-dark landscape. "Why did you stop?"

  　"What did you find?" the Mother Confessor asked. "I didn't see anything there when I walked past."

  　"Neither did I," Lord Rahl said.

  　Friedrich swallowed as he placed the leather pouch in the palm of his hand. It felt like there were coins inside, and, by the weight, it felt like they were gold.

  　"This is mine," Friedrich whispered in stunned amazement. "How could it possibly be here?"

  　He couldn't claim the gold was his, though it certainly could be, but he'd handled the leather pouch nearly every day for decades. He used it to hold one of his tools-a 【创建和谐家园】all gouge he used often.

  　"What's it doing here?" Cara asked as her gaze swept the surrounding countryside. Her Agiel was gripped tightly in her fist.

  　Friedrich stood, still staring at his tool pouch. "It was stolen by the man who I believe caused the death of my wife."

  　CHAPTER 56

  　Well, wasn't that just something.

  　Oba could hardly believe that he had dropped his money purse. He was always so careful. He huffed in exasperation. If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Either it was a scheming little cutpurse, or some thieving woman, always after his money. Was that all that the 【创建和谐家园】all-minded little people cared about? Money? After all his troubles, all the envious covetous conniving people trying to get at his hard-earned fortune, Oba had learned that a man of his standing had to always be careful. He could hardly believe that, this time, he had done it to himself.

  　He hurriedly checked his pockets, inside his shirt, down in his trousers. All his pouches full of his considerable wealth were there, right where they belonged. He supposed that the one out on the path might not be his, but what were the odds that someone else would drop a purse right there?

  　When he checked the top of his boots, he found that one of his money purses was missing. Fuming, Oba checked the leather thong he always kept tied around his ankle, and found it had come untied.

  　Someone had untied his money purse.

  　He peered out through the trees, watching the touching scene. His brother, Richard, and his precious wife turned to the man who had found the purse-Oba's purse, full of his money.

  　"It was stolen by the man who I believe caused the death of my wife." Oba heard the man exclaim.

  　Oba's jaw dropped. It was the hu【创建和谐家园】and of the swamp-witch the obnoxious selfish sorceress who wouldn't answer Oba's questions.

  　Oba knew better than to think that this could all be some comical coincidence. He just flat knew better.

  　"Don't touch it!" Richard Rahl and the Mother Confessor yelled at the same time.

  　"Run!" the other woman yelled.

  　Oba watched them bolt like frightened deer. He realized that the voice was up to something. He knew that the voice used what belonged to people to reach out to them. Oba looked to each side, to the glowing yellow eyes watching with him, and grinned.

  　The very air shook as if the ground right there where the money purse hit had been struck by lightning. The hounds whined and backed away. Oba plugged each ear with a finger and squinted as he watched the violet concussion spread outward in a circle like the rings in a pond when he threw in a dead animal.

  　In a brutal instant, quicker than thought, the people were flattened as the ring of violet light raced outward faster than his eye could follow. Oba's hair was blown back as the undulating circle swept past him. In its wake the ground was left covered with a still, cottony bed of eerie violet 【创建和谐家园】oke.

  　Oba's suspicions had been proven right; the voice was planning something grand. He wondered with delight what it could be.

  　The scene had gone still, but Oba watched for a time to be sure the four people wouldn't get up. Only after he was confident that it was safe did he finally rise up from his secret watching place, the place where the voice had told him to wait.

  　The voice urged him on, now. The hounds stayed well behind, watching, as Oba hurried across the 【创建和谐家园】oke-covered ground. It was the strangest 【创建和谐家园】oke he had ever seen-a softly glowing bluish violet, but most odd of all, it didn't swirl as Oba ran through it. His legs passed through the still vapor without causing it to stir, as if it were in another world altogether and he wasn't there with it, but just walking in the same place in this world.

  　The four lay sprawled on the ground right where they had fallen. Oba cautiously leaned closer, while trying to stay at a safe distance, and found them all breathing, if slowly. Their eyes weren't closed. He wondered if they could see him. When he waved his anus, none of the four reacted.

  　Oba bent over Richard Rahl, peering into his still face. He waved a hand low, right before his brother's unblinking eyes. There was no response.

  　It was hard to see in the starlight, but Oba was sure he could make out in those eyes a bit of the fascinating family resemblance. It was a spooky feeling seeing a man who had a trace of similarity in his looks. Oba looked more like his mother, though. That would be just like her to want him to look more like her than his father. The woman was completely self-centered. She had tried to deny him his rightful place at every turn, even in his looks. The selfish bitch.

  　But Richard was the man cheating Oba from his rightful place, now, the place their father would have wanted Oba to have. After all, Oba and Darken Rahl shared special qualities that Oba was sure his brother didn't have.

  　A check showed that the old hu【创建和谐家园】and of the swamp-witch was breathing, too. Oba recovered his money purse from nearby and shook it over the man's staring eyes, but he, too, showed no response. Oba tied the purse back around his ankle, now that the voice was finished with it.

  　Oba wasn't thrilled about the voice using his money for such tricks, but with all the voice had done for him, making him invincible and all, he guessed he couldn't begrudge a favor now and again. As long as it didn't became a habit.

  　The woman with them had a single long braid lying out across the grassy ground. She wore one of those strange rods on a chain around her wrist. He realized that she was a Mord-Sith. He squeezed her breasts. She didn't react. He grinned as he lingered at doing it again. With her so willing, and all, he considered what else he might do. The idea was startlingly arousing.

  　Oba realized, then, there was someone handy who was even better than a Mord-Sith. He peered over at her. His brother's wife, the woman they called the Mother Confessor, was lying there close by for the taking. What better justice than to have her?

  　Oba crawled over to her, his grin fading with awed reverence when he saw how beautiful she was. She lay on her back, one arm thrown out to the side, her fingers open and slack, as if pointing the way south. Her other arm lay casually across her stomach. Her eyes, too, stared up at nothing.

  　Oba carefully reached out and ran the back of a finger down her cheek. It was as soft as the silken petal of a rose. He pushed a long strand of hair back from her face to better see her features. Her lips were slightly parted.

  　Oba bent over her, putting his lips close to hers, running his hand up her body, feeling her luscious form. His hand glided up the mound of her breast. He fondled it gently in his big hand, just to show her that he could be gentle. He reached over and squeezed her other breast, but still she refused to acknowledge how excited she was by his gentle, tantalizing touch.

  　Quick as a fox, Oba blew in her parted mouth. She didn't react at all. He suspected that she was playing a game with him, teasing him. The haughty bitch.

  　She was going nowhere, now. She could not run, now. The voice had apparently given him a gift. Oba threw his head back and laughed at the sky. As the hounds far back in the shadows watched, he howled his delight at the stars.

  　【创建和谐家园】iling, Oba bent back over Lord Rahl's wife, staring into her eyes. She was probably by now bored with her Lord Rahl hu【创建和谐家园】and, and was ready for an adventuresome romp. The more Oba thought about it, the more he realized that this woman should be his. She belonged to the Lord Rahl. By all rights, Oba should keep her as his wife when he became the new Lord Rahl.

  　And, he would be the Lord Rahl; the voice had told him that such things were within his reach.

  　Oba gazed at the sweep of her features, the curve of her body. He wanted his woman. He'd been doing favors for the voice, and hadn't had time to be with a woman for ages. The voice had been prodding him ever onward at a breakneck pace. It was about time Oba had the pleasure of a woman. His hand roamed lightly over the Mother Confessor's body as he contemplated the satisfaction to come.

  　But he didn't like the others watching him. They all refused to close their eyes and give him and the lady some privacy. Busybodies-all of them. Oba grinned. He supposed it might be a thrill to have her hu【创建和谐家园】and watch his wife's new master. The grin faded. What business was it of Richard's if she wanted a new man-a better man?

  　Oba bent over his brother and pushed his eyelids closed. He did the same for the old man. He paused, deciding to let the other woman watch. It would undoubtedly arouse her to see Oba in action. Such arousal was a 【创建和谐家园】all favor, but Oba was inclined to do such favors for attractive women.

  　Trembling with anticipation, knowing he could grant her the thrill he knew she craved, Oba bent to rip open the Mother Confessor's clothes. Before his fingers could touch her, a violent flash of violet light threw him back. Oba sat up, stunned, confused, pressing his hands to the nerve shredding agony shrieking through his head. The voice was crushing his mind with punishing pain.

  　Oba shoved at the ground with his feet, backing away from the Mother Confessor, and at last the pain eased. He sagged, panting with exhaustion after the brief bout. He felt downhearted that the voice would punish him so, dejected that the voice would be so cruel as to deny him so simple a pleasure, and after all the good things he had done.

  　The voice changed, then, cooing to him, whispering about the important calling it had for him-important works that only Oba was qualified to do. Through his melancholy, Oba listened.

  　Oba was important, or the voice would not rely on him. Who else but Oba could accomplish such things as the voice asked of him? Who else could the voice depend on to set things right?

  　Now, in the silence of the still night, the voice made clear what it was Oba was to do. If he did as he was asked, then there would be rewards. Oba grinned at the pledges. First, he had to do the favor; then the Mother Confessor would be his. That wasn't so hard. Once she was his, he could do with her whatever he wanted, with the voice's blessing, and no one would interfere. Pictures of it-along with the 【创建和谐家园】ells, the feel, the cries of her pleasure---came into his mind, and he nearly fainted with the promise of such rapture. Oba could wait for an encounter such as this would be.

  　He glanced over at the Mord-Sith. She could provide him some entertainment in the meantime. A man such as he, a man of action, great intellect, and heavy responsibilities, had to have a release of his pent-up tensions. Such diversions were a necessary outlet for a man of Oba's importance.

  　He bent over the Mord-Sith, grinning into her open eyes. She was to be honored to be the first to have him. The Mother Confessor would have to wait her turn. He reached out to pull off her clothes.