tg.stone of tears-第104章
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But Kahlan had wanted it on him。 She had wanted him taken away。 His insides twisted with that pain。
The sword was the only thing he had of Zedd。 It was given to him when he was still back in Westland； when he was home。 He missed his home； his woods。 The sword was the only thing left of Zedd； and home。
‘Sister； I was named Seeker； and given this sword； for as long as I wish to keep it and be Seeker。 I will be the one to decide when the time has e to give it up。 If you wish to take it away from me； then try to do it now。
‘If you try； one of us is going to die in the attempt。 At the moment； I don’t much care which one of us it is。 But I intend to fight to the death。 It’s mine by right； and you are not taking it as long as there is a breath of life in me。’
He listened to the distant howl of an animal dying a sudden； violent death； and then to the long； empty silence that followed。
‘Since you were given the sword； and did not simply find it； or purchase it； you may keep it。 I will not take it from you。 I cannot speak for the others； but I will try to see to your wishes。 It is the gift we must tend to。 It is that magic we must teach you to control。’
She drew herself up and regarded him with an expression of such cold danger it made him have to fight the urge to shrink back。 ‘But if you ever again draw it against me； I will make you me the day the Creator let you take your first breath。’ Her jaw muscles tightened。 ‘Do we understand each other？’
‘What’s so important about me that you would kill to capture me？’
Her cold posure was more frightening than if she had yelled at him。 ‘Our job is to help those with the gift； because the gift is given by the Creator。 We serve the Creator。 It is for him we die。 I’ve lost two of my oldest friends because of you。 I’ve wept myself to sleep with grief for them。 I’ve had to kill this woman tonight； and I may have to kill others before we reach the palace。’
Richard had the feeling it would be best to keep quiet； but he couldn’t。 She had a way of stirring the coals of his anger to flame。 ‘Don’t try to assuage your guilt over what you’ve done at my expense； Sister。’
Her face heated with color that he could see； even in the moonlight。 ‘I’ve tried to be patient with you； Richard。 I’ve given you leeway because you’ve been pulled from the only life you have known； and been thrust into a situation you fear and don’t understand； but my patience is near its end。
‘I’ve tried my best not to see the lifeless bodies of my friends when I look into your eyes。 Or when you tell me I’m heartless。 I’ve tried not to think about you being the one standing at their burial； not me； and about the things I would have said over their fresh graves。 There are things going on that are beyond my understanding； beyond my expectations； beyond what I was led to believe。 Were it up to me； I’m of a mind to grant you your wish and remove your Rada’Han； and let you die in madness and pain。
‘But it’s not up to me。 It is the Creator’s work I do。’
Although the hot coals of his temper hadn’t been doused； they had cooled。 ‘Sister Verna； I’m sorry。’ He wished she would scream at him。 That would be better than her calm anger； her quiet displeasure。
‘You are angered because you think I treat you as a child； and not as a man； and yet you have given me no reason to do otherwise。 I know where you stand； in your abilities； and where you have yet to travel。 In that journey you are no more than a babe who bawls to be turned loose in the world； yet cannot even walk。
The collar you wear is capable of controlling you。 It is also capable of giving you pain。 Great pain。 Up until now； I have avoided using it； and have tried instead to encourage you in other ways to accept what must be done。 But if I have to； I will use it。 The Creator knows I’ve tried everything else。
‘We will soon be in a land much more dangerous than this。 We will have to deal with the people there to get through。 The Sisters have arrangements with them； to be allowed to pass。 You will do as I tell you； as they tell you。 You will do the things you are told； or there will be a great deal of trouble。’
Richard’s suspicion flared anew。 ‘What things？’
She glared at him。 ‘Do not test me further tonight； Richard。’
‘As long as you understand you’re not getting my sword without a fight。’
‘We are only trying to help you； Richard； but if you draw a weapon on me again； I will see to it you greatly regret it。’ She glanced to the Agiel hanging at his neck。 ‘Mord…Sith hold no monopoly in giving pain。’
Cold confirmation of his suspicions spread through his gut。 They intended to train him the way a Mord…Sith trained him。 That was the real reason for the collar。 That was how they intended to teach him： with pain。 For the first time； he felt as if she had inadvertently let him see the bones of her intentions。
She pulled the little book from her belt。 ‘I have some work to do before we leave。 Go bury her。 And hide her body well； if it’s found； it will tell them what happened； and they will be after us； and then I will have killed for nothing。’
She sat in front of the cold jumble of firewood。 With a smooth sweep of her hand over the dark coals； it burst into flame。 After you’ve buried her； I want you to go for a walk and let your temper cool。 Do not return until it has done so。 If you try to wander away； or if you don’t bring some reason into that thick head of yours by the time I’m ready to leave； I will bring you back by the collar。’ She gave him a menacing look from under her eyebrows。 ‘You will not like it if I have to do that。 I promise you； you will not like it one bit。’
The dead woman was slight； and little burden to carry。 He hardly noticed the weight as he walked away from the camp into the low； rocky hills。 The moon was up and the way easy to see。 His mind swirled with his brooding thoughts as he trudged along； kicking an occasional stone。
Richard was surprised at his pang of pain for Sister Verna。 She had never before revealed how heartsick she was over the deaths of Sisters Grace and Elizabeth。 He had thought that because she hadn’t said anything； she was callous。 He felt sorry for her now； sorry for her anguish。 He wished she hadn’t let him know。 It was easier to rail against his situation when he thought she was heartless。
He found himself a long way from their camp； at the crest of a hump of ground； with rocky walls and spires rising around him。 His mind came out of his twisting thoughts and returned to the body he carried on his back。 Though the stab wound from the dacra might not have been what had killed her； blood had nonetheless seeped down her back； matting her hair and soaking his shoulder。 He felt sudden revulsion at carrying a dead woman around on his back。
He laid the body gently on the rocky ground and looked about； searching for a place to lay her to rest。 He had a small shovel hooked to his belt； but there didn’t look to be easy digging anywhere。 Maybe he could wall her up in one of the rocky crags。
While he peered into the shadowed gullies； he absently rubbed the still sore burn on his chest。 Nissel； the healer； had given him a poultice； and every day he spread it on before covering the wound once more with a bandage。 He didn’t like looking at it。 He didn’t like seeing the scar of a handprint burned into his flesh。
Sister Verna had said it could have been that he had burned himself in the fireplace in the spirit house； or that they might have indeed called forth the dark minions of the Nameless One。 It obviously wasn’t a burn from the fire； it was the mark of the underworld。 Of Darken Rani。
He was somehow ashamed of it； and never let Sister Verna see it。 The scar was a constant reminder of his father’s true identity。 It seemed an affront to George Cypher； the man he thought of as his father； the man who had raised him； trusted and taught him； given him his love； and whom he had loved in return。
The mark was also a constant reminder of the monster he really was … the monster Kahlan had wanted
