Stone of Tears tsot-2

by Terry Goodkind

  Pasha spun at the sound of his voice. She flinched when she saw him. “Richard! I thought . . .” She looked back over the railing, down to the river, and then back to him.

  “You thought what?”

  She threw her arms around his middle. “Oh, Richard! I thought you were dead! Thank the Creator!”

  Richard pried her arms off and then leaned over, looking down to the dark river below. Several small boats, each with a lantern, were towing a body tangled in their hand-casting nets. In the flickering yellow light, he could see the red coat.

  Richard ran over the bridge and down the banks, reaching the shore as the men were landing the boats. Grabbing the nets from a man, he hauled them and their load up onto the grassy bank.

  There was a small, round hole in the lower back of the red coat. He rolled the body over and looked into Perry’s dead eyes. Richard groaned.

  Wizard’s Second Rule. Perry had died because Richard had violated it. He had tried to do something good, with the best of intentions, and it had brought harm. It was Richard the dacra had been meant for. It was he they thought they were killing.

  Pasha was standing on the bank behind him. “Richard, I was so afraid. I thought it was you.” She started crying. “What was he doing in your red coat?”

  “I loaned it to him.” He gave her a quick hug. “I have to go, Pasha.”

  “You don’t mean the palace. You didn’t really mean what you said about leaving. I know you didn’t. You can’t leave, Richard.”

  “I meant every word. Good night, Pasha.”

  He left the men to their grisly task and headed for his room. Someone had meant to kill him, and it hadn’t been Liliana. Someone else was trying to kill him.

  As he was loading his things into his pack, he heard a knock at his door. He froze, a shirt half-folded in his hands. Then he heard Sister Verna’s voice beyond the door, asking if she could come in.

  Richard yanked the door open, preparing to launch into a tirade, but the look on her face caught the words in his throat. She stood woodenly, staring off at nothing.

  “Sister Verna, what’s wrong?” He took her arm and led her into his room. “Here, sit down.”

  She sank to the edge of the chair. Richard knelt in front of her and took her hands.

  “Sister Verna, what’s wrong?”

  “I’ve been waiting for you to return.” Her puffy, red eyes finally sought his. “Richard,” she said in a subdued voice, “I could really use a friend right now. You are the only one who came to mind.”

  Richard hesitated, she knew his condition, though he now knew she couldn’t get the collar off.

  “Richard, when Sisters Grace and Elizabeth died, they passed their gift to me. I have more power than any Sister at the palace, any normal Sister. I know you won’t believe this, but I doubt even that will be enough to remove your collar. But I wish to try.”

  Richard knew that she couldn’t remove it. At least he was told that she couldn’t. Maybe Nathan was wrong.

  “All right. Try then.”

  “There is pain involved . . .”

  Richard’s brow drew together in a suspicious frown. “Why do I not find that surprising?”

  “Not for you, Richard. For me.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I have discovered that you have Subtractive Magic.”

  “What would that have to do with it?”

  “You locked the Rada’Han on yourself. It locks on by using the magic of the one it is attached to. I have only Additive Magic. I don’t think that will be sufficient to break the bond.

  “I have no power over your Subtractive Magic. It will fight what I try to do, and that will hurt me. But don’t be frightened. It won’t hurt you.”

  Richard didn’t know what to do, what to believe. She put her hands to his neck, at the sides of his collar. Before she closed her eyes, he saw a glazed look he recognized. She was touching her Han.

  Muscles tense, with his hand on the hilt of his sword, he waited, prepared to react if she tried to harm him. He didn’t want to believe Sister Verna would harm him, but then, he hadn’t thought Liliana would ever hurt him either.

  Her brow wrinkled. Richard felt only a pleasant, warm tingle. The room vibrated with a dull hum. The corners of carpets curled up. Windows rattled in their frames. Sister Verna shook with effort.

  The standing mirror in the bedroom shattered. Panes of glass in the doors exploded as the doors to the balcony banged open. The curtains billowed outward as if in a wind. Plaster fell from the ceiling, and a tall cabinet toppled over with a crash.

  A low moan of pain issued from her throat as the flesh on her face trembled.

  Richard seized her wrists and pulled her hands from his collar. She sagged forward.

  “Oh, Richard,” she said in a mournful voice, “I’m sorry. I can’t do it.”

  Richard took her in his arms and held her tight. “It’s all right. I believe you, Sister. I know you tried. You have found a friend.”

  She squeezed him tight. “Richard, you have to get away from this place.”

  He sat her back in the chair as she wiped her fingers at the lower lids of her eyes. Richard rocked back on his heels. “Tell me what’s happened.”

  “There are Sisters of the Dark in the palace.”

  “Sisters of the Dark? What does that mean?”

  “The Sisters of the Light work to bring the light of the Creator’s glory to the living. Sisters of the Dark serve the Keeper. It has never been proven that they even exist. The accusation, without proof, is a crime. Richard, I know you aren’t going to believe me. I realize this sounds like I’m just—”

  “I killed Sister Liliana tonight. I believe you.”

  She blinked at him. “You did what?”

  “She told me she was going to take my collar off. She had me meet her in the Hagen Woods. Sister Verna, she tried to take the gift from me, for herself.”

  “She can’t do that. A female cannot take on the gift of a male, or the other way around. It isn’t possible.”

  “She said she had done it many times before. It seemed possible to me when she was trying. I could feel her pulling the life, the gift, right out of me. She almost succeeded. I came close to death.”

  She brushed back her curly hair. “But I don’t see how . . .”

  Richard pulled out the statue. “She was using this. The crystal started glowing orange when she was doing it. Do you know what it is?”

  Sister Verna shook her head. “I think I’ve seen it before, somewhere, but I can’t remember. It was so long ago. Before I left the palace. What happened then?”

  “When that didn’t work, because I used my power to stop her, she called a sword from the shadows. She wanted to wound me. She said she was going to skin me alive, and then steal my gift for herself. She tried to cut off my legs. Somehow, I got her first.

  “Sister Verna, she had Subtractive Magic. I saw her use it. Not only that, but someone else is trying to kill me. I loaned my red coat to Perry. They just dragged his body out of the river. He had been stabbed in the back with a dacra.”

  She grimaced. “Oh, dear Creator.” She twined her fingers together in her lap. “The palace knows you have Subtractive Magic. They’re using you to flush out the Keeper’s disciples.” She took his hand. “Richard, I’ve been a part of this. I should have long ago questioned things that were wrong, but I didn’t. I instead did as I thought was right.”

  “Questioned what?”

  “Forgive me, Richard. You should never have had a Rada’Han put around your neck. It wasn’t necessary. I was told there were no wizards in the New World to help boys. I thought you would die without our help. Your friend, Zedd, could have kept the gift from harming you. The Prelate knew there were wizards to help you. She let you be stolen from your friends and loved ones for her own selfish reasons. You didn’t need the Rada’Han to save your life.”

  “I know. I talked to Nathan. He told me.”

  “You went to
the Prophet? What else did he say?”

  “That I have more power than any wizard born in three thousand years. But I have no idea how to use it. And that I have Subtractive Magic. He said that the Sisters could not remove the collar.”

  “I’m so sorry I brought this upon you, Richard.”

  “Sister Verna, you were deceived, as was I. You’re a victim, too. They’ve used both of us.

  “There is worse trouble. There is a prophecy that says that on winter solstice, Kahlan is going to die. I must stop that from happening. And Darken Rahl, my father, an agent of the Keeper, is in this world. You saw the mark he burned on me. He is an agent who can tear the veil if he has all the elements in place, though I doubt he does.

  “Sister Verna, I have to get away from here. I must get through the barrier.”

  “I’ll help you. Somehow, I’ll help you get through the barrier. Your problem will be the Valley of the Lost. I don’t think you can get through the valley again. Now that the collar has helped your Subtractive Magic grow, you will call the spells to you. The magic will find you, this time.”

  “I might have a way. I must try.”

  Sister Verna thought a moment. “The Keeper would want to stop you, if there is a possibility for this prophecy about his agent to come to pass. The Sisters of the Dark will work to stop you. I am sure Liliana wasn’t the only one.”

  “Who placed her as my teacher?”

  “The Prelate’s office assigns teachers. But the Prelate probably wouldn’t have done it herself. Such matters are usually handled by her administrators.”

  “Her administrators?”

  “Sisters Ulicia and Finella.”

  “I thought they were her guards.”

  “Guards? No. Maybe in a bureaucratic sense. The Prelate has more power than they. She doesn’t need guards. Some of the boys think of them as guards, because they are always turned away from the Prelate’s door by the two Sisters. They do some of their work in the Prelate’s office, and they have their own offices where they handle a variety of administrative tasks.”

  “Maybe the Sisters of the Dark came after me, decided they had to act now, because they had been discovered.”

  “No. The Prelate told me no one but she knows.”

  “Could anyone have overheard?”

  “No. She shielded the room.”

  Richard leaned in. “Sister Verna, Liliana had Subtractive Magic. The Prelate’s shield would not have worked against that. One of those two administrators assigned Sister Liliana to me.”

  She drew a sudden breath. “And the other five. If one or both of those two in the outer office heard what the Prelate knows, then the Prelate . . . Sister Ulicia’s office—that’s where I saw that statue!”

  Richard grabbed her wrist and yanked her from the chair.

  “Come on! If they tried to kill me, they may try to kill the Prelate before she warns anyone else!”

  The two of them raced down the stairs and out of Gillaume Hall. They crossed the lawns in the darkness, ran down halls and through passageways. Kevin wasn’t there, another guard was on duty, but he didn’t stop them, as he, too, knew Richard, and Sisters were not restricted.

  Richard knew they were too late when he saw the charred doors to the Prelate’s office broken from their hinges. He slid to a stop on the slick marble floor of the hall. Papers and ledgers were scattered out into the hall.

  Sister Verna was still running down the hall as he went into the office with his sword drawn. It looked as if a thunderstorm had been turned loose inside. What was left of Sister Finella lay on the floor behind her desk. The rest of her was splattered across the wall. He heard Sister Verna gasp as he kicked in the door to the Prelate’s office.

  When the door swung back Richard dove through and rolled to his feet with his sword in both hands. The Prelate’s room was more of a mess than the outer room. Papers were nearly a foot deep over most of the floor. It looked as if all the books from the shelves had exploded, throwing the pages everywhere. The heavy walnut table was in splinters against the far wall. The room was in near darkness. Only the doorway behind and the open doors to the moonlit garden let in any light.

  Sister Verna lit a bright flame in her palm. In the sudden illumination, he saw a form at the far end of the room near the overturned table. The head came slowly up. The eyes locked on his. It was Sister Ulicia.

  Richard dove to the side as a bolt of blue lightning blasted through the room, ripping open the wall behind. Sister Verna returned the attack with a searing gout of yellow flame. Sister Ulicia dove through the doorway into the courtyard to avoid the fire. Richard went after her. Sister Verna ran to the overturned, splintered table, pawing scraps away.

  “Duck!” Richard screamed back to her.

  A twisting rope of the black lightning sliced through the walls right over his head as he flattened to the floor. Severed bookshelves crashed down. He could see through the void sliced by the black lightning into the next room, and the rooms beyond. Plaster and lath and stone collapsed down, raising boiling clouds of dust.

  In a fury, without thinking, Richard came to his feet when the black lighting ceased, and ran outside. He saw a dark form running down the path.

  Again, black lightning arced from the shadows. The snaking void raked the courtyard. Trees toppled over, limbs snapping and popping as the trees fell. A stone wall collapsed when it was sliced in two. The noise was deafening.

  When it stopped, Richard sprang to his feet again. He was just about to start running down the path to find her, when an invisible hand snatched him, yanking him back.

  “Richard!” Sister Verna’s growl was as strong as he had ever heard it. “Get in here!”

  He returned to the Prelate’s room, panting when he stopped over Sister Verna. “I have to go . . .”

  She shot to her feet and grabbed his shirt in her real hand. “Go what! Go get killed? What good will that do? Will that help Kahlan? Sister Ulicia is a master of powers you cannot even imagine!”

  “But she might get away.”

  “At least you will be alive when she does. Now come help me with this table. I think the Prelate is still alive.”

  Hope leapt to life in him. “Are you sure?”

  Richard started pulling the broken pieces away, throwing them behind. He found the body at the bottom of the debris. Sister Verna was right. The Prelate was alive, but looked seriously hurt.

  Sister Verna used her power to lift heavy pieces of the table and bookcases clear while Richard carefully pulled lesser chunks off the small woman. She was wedged into the bottom bookshelf against the wall, and covered with blood.

  She groaned when Richard gently put his hands around her and drew her out. He didn’t think she was long for this life.

  “We have to get help,” he said.

  Sister Verna’s hands played over the Prelate’s body. “Richard, this is very bad. I can feel some of her injuries. It’s more than I can help with. I don’t know if anyone will be able to help with this.”

  Richard lifted Ann in his arms. “I can’t let her die. If anyone can help her, it’s Nathan. Come on.”

  Guards and Sisters came rushing, having heard the deafening roar of the power Sister Ulicia had unleashed. Richard didn’t stop to explain as he made for Nathan’s compound. He tried to hold Ann gently as he ran, but he knew by her groans that he was hurting her.

  Nathan came in from his courtyard when he heard them call. “What was all that noise? What is it? What’s happened?”

  “It’s Ann. She’s been hurt.”

  Nathan led him into the bedroom. “I knew that stubborn woman was asking for trouble.”

  Richard laid Ann gently on the bed and stood near as Nathan experimentally glided his spread fingers over the length of her. Sister Verna waited and watched from the doorway.

  Nathan pushed up his sleeves. “This is serious. I don’t know if I can help her.”

  “Nathan, you have to try!”

  “Of course I do, boy.
” He made a shooing motion with his hands. “You two go wait out there. This will take a while. At least an hour or two before I know if what I can do will help enough. Leave me to it. You can be of no help.”

  Sister Verna sat with her back stiff while Richard paced.

  “Richard, why do you care so much what happens to the Prelate? She had you taken when she shouldn’t have.”

  Richard combed his hair back with his fingers. “I guess because she had the chance to take me when I was little, and she didn’t. She let me grow up with my parents. She let me have their love. What else is there to life, but the chance to be nurtured by love. She could have taken that, too, but she didn’t.”

  “I’m glad, then, that you are not bitter.”

  Richard paced and thought. He didn’t pace for long.

  “Sister, I can’t sit here doing nothing. I’m going to talk to the guards. We need to know where those teachers of mine are, and what they’re doing. The guards will find out for me.”

  “I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Go talk to the guards. It will make the time pass more quickly.”

  Richard strode down the dark, stone corridors, deep in thought. He needed to find out where Sisters Tovi, Cecilia, Merissa, Nicci, and Armina were. Any—or all—could be Sisters of the Dark. Who knew what they were planning next. They could all be looking for him. They could all be . . .

  Stunning pain hurled him back. It felt as if he had been whacked across the face with a club. He staggered to his feet, the world spinning and tipping. He dumbly felt for blood, but there was none.

  Another blow smashed into the back of his head. He pushed himself up on his hands, trying to decipher where he was. His thoughts came thick and slow. He struggled to understand what was happening.

  A dark shadow stood over him. With an effort, and halting movements, he came to his feet again. He groped for his sword, but couldn’t remember which hand to use. He couldn’t make himself move fast enough.

  “Out for a walk, country boy?”

  Richard looked up at a smirking Jedidiah, standing tall with his hands in opposite sleeves. Richard found the hilt of his sword. He sluggishly worked at drawing it. He lurched back as he battled to bring the magic forth.