2 - Stone of Tears

by Goodkind, Terry

  He put his arm around her shoulders and she put hers around his waist as they walked back for Bonnie.

  CHAPTER 53

  On the bridge to Halsband Island, in a pool of light under a lamp, a crowd of boys and young men mobbed them. Many were dressed in fine clothes, some wore robes, and each had a Rada'Han around his neck. They all excitedly asked questions at the same time, wanting to know if it was true that Richard had killed a mriswith, and what it looked like. They wanted to tell Richard their names, and clamored for him to draw his sword and show them how he had vanquished the legendary monster.

  Pasha spoke to the most persistent boy at her hip. 'Yes, Kipp, it's true that Richard killed a mriswith. Sister Maren is studying it now, and if she deems it appropriate, she will tell you of its nature. But I can tell you true that it is a fearsome-looking beast. Now, off with you all. It's nearly dinnertime.'

  Despite their disappointment that no more information was forthcoming, they were excited by what they had heard. They ran off in a bunch to tell others.

  After leaving Bonnie at the stables, Richard walked with Pasha down halls and through vast chambers, trying to memorize the layout. She pointed out the boys' dining halls, and the dining hall where the Sisters and some of the older young men ate. She also took him past the kitchens, where the aromas of cooking wafted through the surrounding corridors.

  Pasha pointed through a lattice-covered archway to a graceful stone wall running under the spreading branches of trees. The wall was veiled in places by vines. Large white flowers dotted the green.

  'That's the Prelate's offices, and quarters,' Pasha said.

  'Will she be at dinner tonight?'

  Pasha giggled softly. 'No, of course not. The Prelate doesn't have time to have dinner with us.'

  Richard turned out of the hall and down a walkway toward a gate in the wall.

  'Richard! What are you doing? Where are you going?'

  'I want to meet the Prelate.'

  'You can't simply go visit her!'

  'Why?'

  She hurried along beside him. 'Well, she's a busy woman. She can't be bothered. They won't let you see her. The guards won't even let us through the gate.'

  He shrugged. 'It won't hurt to ask, will it? Then, afterwards, you can pick an outfit for me, and we'll go to have dinner with the Sisters. All right?'

  The offer to let her pick his outfit gave her pause. Pasha stuttered that she supposed it wouldn't hurt just to ask and struggled to keep up as he marched toward the guard. The guard stepped before the iron gate, spread his feet, and hooked his thumbs on his weapons belt as Richard strode right up to him.

  Richard put a hand to the man's shoulder. 'I'm so sorry. Forgive me. Please? I didn't get you in any trouble, did I? I hope not. She hasn't come out to yell at you, yet, I hope.'

  The man frowned in confusion as Richard leaned closer. 'Look ... what's your name?'

  'Swordsman Andellmere. Kevin Andellmere.'

  'Look, Kevin, she said she would send the guard at the west gate to get me if I was even one minute late. She probably forgot to send you out. It isn't your fault. I promise I won't mention your name. I hope you're not angry with me.'

  Richard put his back to Pasha and leaned even closer to the guard. 'You understand.' He rolled his eyes meaningfully toward Pasha and then gave the man a wink. Kevin glanced to Pasha as she fussed with her tangled mat of hair. 'Eh? You understand, I'm sure. Look, Kevin, say you'll let me buy you an ale. Will you? I better get in there before I get you in trouble, but before I go, promise me you'll let me buy you an ale, to make it up to you?'

  'Well, I suppose I could let you buy me an ale. ...'

  Richard clapped Kevin on the shoulder. 'There's a good man.'

  Pasha was right on Richard's heels as he stormed past the guard and through the gate. He turned and gave Kevin a wave and a smile.

  Pasha leaned close. 'How did you do that? No one gets through the Prelate's guards.'

  Richard held the door into the building open for her. 'I just gave him too much to think about, and a worry he feared might be true.'

  When an answer came to her knock, they stepped into a dimly lit room with two desks, and two Sisters.

  Pasha curtsied. 'Sisters. I am novice Pasha Maes, and this is our new student, Richard Cypher. He was wondering if he might meet the Prelate.'

  Both Sisters glowered at her. The one on the right spoke. 'The Prelate is busy. Dismissed, novice.'

  A little pale, Pasha curtsied again. Thank you for your time, Sisters.'

  Richard gave a little bow. 'Yes, thank you, Sisters. Please give the Prelate my kindest regards.'

  'I told you she wouldn't see us,' Pasha said on the way out.

  Richard hiked his pack up higher on his shoulder. 'Well, we gave it our best try. Thanks for indulging me.'

  He had known that Pasha had been right, that the Prelate wouldn't see them, but he had seen what he had come to see. He had only been interested in knowing the layout of the building and grounds for future reference.

  Richard hadn't changed his mind about his captivity, but he had decided to try a different approach for a while. He would bide his time, and see what they could teach him. Nothing would please him more than to be released from the collar without having to hurt anyone.

  In the building that housed his room, Gillaume Hall, named after a prophet, Richard had learned, a young man came hesitantly out of the shadows on the lower level, before the wide marble stairs. His head of curly blond hair was cut short at the sides. His hands were stuck into the opposite sleeves of his violet robes. Silver brocade circled the cuffs and neck. He looked smaller than he was because of the way he hunched over.

  His head bowed to Pasha while his blue eyes searched for a safe place to settle. 'Blessings on you, Pasha,' he said softly. 'You look lovely tonight. I pray you are well.'

  Pasha squinted in thought. 'Warren, isn't it?' His head bobbed, surprised that she knew his name. 'I'm fine, Warren. Thank you for asking. This is Richard Cypher.'

  Warren smiled shyly at Richard. 'Yes, I saw you before the Sisters, yesterday.'

  'I suppose you, too, want to know about the mriswith,' Pasha said with a sigh.

  'Mriswith?'

  'Richard killed a mriswith. Isn't that what you wanted to ask about?'

  'Really? A mriswith? No ...' He turned back to Richard. 'I wanted to ask if you would care to come down to the vaults sometime, and look at the prophecies with me.'

  Richard didn't want to embarrass the young man, but he had no interest in prophecies. 'I'm honored by the offer, Warren, but I'm afraid that I'm not much good with riddles.'

  Warren diverted his eyes to the floor. 'Of course, I understand. Not many of the others are much interested in the books, either. I just thought that maybe, well, I just thought that since you mentioned that particular prophecy yesterday, that maybe you would want to talk about it. It's a unique piece of work. But I understand. I'm sorry to have bothered you.'

  Richard frowned. 'What prophecy?'

  'The one you mentioned at the end. About you being, well' - Warren swallowed - 'the bringer of death. It's just that I don't think I've ever met anyone from the prophecies before.' He blinked in awe. 'Since you are in the prophecies, I thought, well, I thought maybe ...' His voice trailed off. He looked down at the floor as he started to turn away. 'But I understand. I'm sorry to have ...'

  Richard gently caught hold of Warren's arm and turned him back. 'Like I said, I'm not very good with riddles. But maybe you could teach me something about them, so I wouldn't be so ignorant. I do like to learn.'

  Warren's face brightened. His whole body seemed to swell. When he straightened, he was almost as tall as Richard.

  'I'd like that. I would really like to talk to you about that prophecy. It's a real conundrum. To this day, the argument over it has never been settled. Maybe with your help ...'

  A broad-shouldered man in plain robes, and wearing a Rada'Han, slipped up silently, took a fistful of Warren's
robe at the shoulder, and moved him aside. His eyes were locked on Pasha the whole time. He gave her a smooth smile.

  'Good evening, Pasha. It will be dinnertime soon. I've decided to take you.' His eyes glided down the length of her and then back up. 'If you can get yourself cleaned up. And do something with your hair. You look a mess. You better get to it.'

  He started to turn away. Pasha put her arm through Richard's.

  'I'm afraid I have other plans, Jedidiah.'

  Jedidiah gave Richard a cursory glance. 'What, this country boy? The two of you going to go chop wood, or maybe skin rabbits?'

  'You're the one,' Richard said. 'I remember your voice. You're the one who called down from the balcony, yesterday, asking, "All by yourself?"'

  Jedidiah's condescending smile looked to come easily to him. 'An appropriate question, don't you think?'

  Pasha lifted her chin. 'Richard killed a mriswith.'

  Jedidiah's eyebrows went up in mock wonder. 'Well, how brave of the country boy.'

  'You've never killed a mriswith,' Warren spoke up.

  Jedidiah slowly turned a withering glare on Warren. Warren shrank away. 'What are you doing above ground, Mole?' He turned back to Pasha. 'And did you see him kill it? I would wager he was alone when he claimed to have killed it. He probably found a mriswith that had died of old age, stabbed it with his sword, and then bragged to you, to try to impress you.' He redirected a smirk to Richard. 'Isn't that about the way it happened, country boy?'

  Richard grinned. 'You've caught me cold. You have it right.'

  'As I thought.' He twitched a small smile to Pasha. 'Come to me later, child, and I'll show you some real magic. A man's magic.'

  Jedidiah strode away imperiously and disappeared around a corner. Pasha put her fists to her hips.

  'Why did you say that! Why did you let him think that!'

  'I did it for you,' Richard said. 'I thought you wanted me to stop causing trouble and act a gentleman.'

  She folded her arms in a huff. 'Well, I do.'

  Richard turned to Warren, still shrunk back against the marble newel post. 'If he does anything to you, Warren, I want you to come tell me. It's me that's the thorn in his pants. If he takes it out on you, you come tell me.'

  Warren brightened. 'Really? Thank you, Richard. But I don't think he would bother with me. And I'll be seeing you down in the vaults, when you have the time.' He cast a shy smile at Pasha. 'Good night, Pasha. So nice to see you again. You look lovely tonight. Good night.'

  She smiled. 'Good night, Warren.' She watched him scurry off down the hall. 'What a strange young man. I almost couldn't remember his real name. Everyone calls him the Mole. He almost never comes up from the vaults under the palace.'

  She glanced sideways to Richard. 'Well, you've made a friend tonight who can be of no help to you, and an enemy who can harm you. You stay away from Jedidiah. He's an experienced wizard, close to being released. Until you learn to defend yourself with your Han, he can hurt you. He can kill you.'

  'I thought we were one big happy family.'

  There is a pecking order among wizards. Wizards with the strongest power vie for dominance. It sometimes gets very dangerous. Jedidiah is the pride of the palace, and does not take well to the idea that another may challenge his supremacy.'

  'I'm hardly a challenge to the power of a wizard.'

  Pasha lifted an eyebrow. 'Jedidiah never killed a mriswith, and everyone knows that.'

  Feeling decidedly uncomfortable in the red coat Pasha had selected, Richard tried to enjoy the lentil porridge they had prepared especially for him. Pasha wore a stunning dark green dress that did more to reveal her figure than cover it. Richard thought it revealed more of her breasts than was prudent. The young men there as guests of Sisters or their novices did little eating, and a lot of watching. None missed a move Pasha made.

  Many of the young men in collars came by and introduced themselves to Richard, saying they wanted to get to know him better. They promised to show him the city and some of its more interesting sights. Pasha's face reddened at the last.

  Richard asked if they knew where the guards went for ale, and they promised to take him there whenever he wished.

  Sisters of every age, shape, and size came to greet him. They all acted as if the events of the night before had never taken place. When Richard asked Pasha why, she said all the Sisters understood the difficulty a young man had in making the adjustment of coming to the palace. She said they were accustomed to such outbursts of emotion, and didn't take them to heart. Richard kept to himself the thought that this time they should.

  Some of the Sisters smiled and said they hoped they would be given the opportunity to work with him, and a few scowled and promised they would be seeing him, and promised not to be tolerant of anything less than his best efforts. Richard smiled and said he would give them nothing less than his best. He wondered to himself what he was committing to.

  Near the end of the meal, two attractive young women, one in a satiny pink dress, the other in yellow, rushed in, stopping at various tables, speaking in whispers to other young women. They at last came to the corner where Richard and Pasha sat.

  One bent close to Pasha. 'Have you heard?' Pasha stared with a blank look. 'Jedidiah fell down a flight of stairs.' Her eyes sparkled with the telling of the gossip. She leaned closer with the titillation of what she had to tell next. 'Broke his leg.'

  Pasha gasped. 'No! When? We just saw him a while ago.'

  The woman giggled and nodded. 'Yes, it's true. It just happened, not but a few minutes ago. The healers are with him now. No need for concern; he'll be back to good by morning.'

  'How did it happen?'

  The woman shrugged. 'Just clumsy. Tripped on the carpet and tumbled down.' She lowered her voice. 'He was so furious he flamed the carpet to ash.'

  'Wizard's fire!' Pasha whispered incredulously. 'In the palace? Such a high crime ...'

  'No, no, not wizard's fire, of course not, silly girl. Even Jedidiah is not that brazen. Just simple fire. But it was one of the oldest carpets in the palace. The Sisters are not pleased at his display of temper. They ordered the bone, and the pain, not be mended until morning, as punishment.'

  Their gossip finally expended, the two young women's eyes and smiles settled on Richard. Pasha introduced them as two friends of hers, Celia and Dulcy, two novices with charges of their own. Richard was polite, complimenting them on their pretty dresses, and the way their hair was curled. Their smiles widened.

  Taking his arm when they finally left, Pasha thanked him.

  'For what?'

  'I've never been permitted to eat with the Sisters, or with the novices who have a young man to train. This is the first time I've ever been to dinner just like I was a Sister. You were pleasant and considerate of everyone; I was so proud to have you with me. And, you look very handsome in those clothes.'

  'In that dress, I would imagine you could easily get someone better bred than me as a dinner companion.' Richard pulled open the fancy shirt collar. 'I've never worn a shirt this ruffled, or white. Nor a coat this red. I think I look foolish.'

  A self-satisfied smile spread on Pasha's face. 'I can promise you that Celia and Dulcy do not think you look foolish. I'm surprised you couldn't see them glowing green. I thought maybe they might decide to sit right down on your lap.'

  Richard thought that if Celia and Dulcy liked the red coat so much, they could have it, but he kept the thought to himself. 'Why doesn't an important wizard like Jedidiah wear fancy clothes?'

  'Only beginning wizards wear clothes like this, and are permitted to go into the city. At certain milestones in a wizard's advancement, they change to a particular form of dress. The further a wizard progress, the more modest his dress. That's why Jedidiah wears simple tan robes, because he has nearly reached the end of his training.'

  'What's the purpose of such an odd rule?'

  To teach humility. Those with the nicest clothes, the most freedom, and unlimited money, are those
with the least power. No one respects them for these things. It's meant to teach the young men that mastery comes from within, not from external trappings.'

  Then, wearing these things is a demotion for me. I was already wearing humble clothes.'

  'You are not yet entitled to wear humble robes. You may wear your own clothes occasionally, if you wish. If they were simple robes, though, it would not be allowed.

  The people in the city know a wizard's abilities and power by his dress. No wizard who wears simple robes is permitted to go into the city.' She smiled. 'Someday, when you have advanced enough, you will be permitted to wear the robes of a wizard.'