tg.stone of tears-第92节

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　‘What　makes　you　think　it　was　meant　for　me！　She　was　probably　hoping　to　defend　herself　from　the　men　who　are　chasing　her！’
　
　‘There　are　no　men　chasing　her。　She　is　a　sentry。　You　are　always　telling　me　to　stop　treating　you　like　a　child；　Richard。　Stop　acting　like　one。　I　know　about　these　people；　how　they　do　things。　She　meant　to　kill　us。’
　
　He　could　feel　the　muscles　in　his　jaw　flex　as　he　gritted　his　teeth。　‘We　could　have　tried　to　get　away　when　she　first　spotted　us。’
　
　She　nodded。　‘Yes；　and　we　would　have　died。　I　am　telling　you；　Richard；　I　know　these　people。　The　wilds　are　layered　like　an　onion　with　different　peoples；　all　of　whom；　will　kill　us　if　they　find　us。　Had　we　let　her　reach　her　kind；　they　would　have　caught　us　and　killed　us。
　
　‘Don’t　let　the　anger　of　your　sword　close　your　eyes。　She　has　a　poison　knife　in　her　hand；　she　had　it　to　your　back；　and　she　fell　into　your　arms　to　be　able　to　get　close　enough　to　use　it。　You　foolishly　let　her　do　so。’　She　turned　a　little　and　swept　an　arm　behind。　‘Where　are　the　ones　chasing　her？’　She　let　the　arm　drop　to　her　side。　There　is　no　one　else。　I　could　sense　them　with　my　Han　if　there　were。　She　was　alone。　I　have　just　saved　your　life。’
　
　He　drove　the　Sword　of　Truth　back　into　its　scabbard。　‘You　have　done　me　no　great　favor；　Sister　Verna。’
　
　He　didn’t　know　what　to　believe。　He　knew　only　that　he　was　sick　of　magic；　and　weary　of　death。　‘What　is　that　knife　you　keep　up　your　sleeve？　What’s　the　light　in　their　eyes　when　you　kill　with　it？’
　
　‘It’s　called　a　dacra。　I　guess　it　could　be　pared　to　the　poison　blade　she　was　carrying。　With　the　dacra　it’s　not　the　wound　itself　that　kills；　the　dacra　extinguishes　the　spark　of　life。’　Her　eyes　lowered。　‘It’s　a　painful　thing　to　steal　a　life。　Sometimes；　it　is　the　only　way。　This；　tonight；　was　the　only　way　to　save　our　lives；　whether　you　choose　to　believe　it　or　not。’
　
　‘All　I　know；　Sister　Verna；　is　that　you　use　it　without　hesitation；　and　that　you　didn’t　even　try　anything　else。’　He　started　to　turn　away。　‘I’m　going　to　bury　her。’
　
　‘Richard。’　She　smoothed　her　skirt。　‘I　hope　you　understand；　and　that　you　don’t　misinterpret　our　actions；　but　when　we　reach　the　palace；　we　may　have　to　take　the　Sword　of　Truth　from　you。　For　your　own　good。’
　
　‘Why？　How　could　that　be　for　my　own　good？’
　
　She　clasped　her　hands　together　again。　The　prophecy　that　you　have　invoked；　the　one　that　says　‘He　is　the　bringer　of　death；　and　he　shall　so　name　himself；’　is　a　very　dangerous　prophecy。　It　goes　on　to　say　that　the　holder　of　the　sword　is　able　to　call　the　dead　forth；　call　the　past　into　the　present。’
　
　‘What　does　that　mean？’
　
　‘We　don’t　know。’
　
　‘Prophecies；’　he　muttered。　‘Prophecies　are　just　stupid　riddles；　Sister。　You　invest　too　much　concern　in　them。　You　admit　that　you　don’t　understand　them；　yet　try　to　follow　them。　Only　a　fool　follows　blindly　what　he　doesn’t　understand。　If　it　were　true；　I　would　call　the　dead　forth　and　give　this　woman’s　life　back　to　her。’
　
　‘We　know　a　lot　more　about　them　than　you　think。　I　believe　it　would　be　for　the　best　if　we　took　the　sword；　just　for　safekeeping；　until　we　understand　the　prophecy　better。’
　
　‘Sister　Verna；　if　someone　took　the　dacra　from　you；　would　you　still　be　a　Sister？’
　
　‘Of　course。　The　dacra　is　simply　a　tool　to　help　us　in　our　job。　It　doesn’t　make　us　who　we　are。’
　
　He　smiled　a　cold　smile。　‘It’s　the　same　with　the　sword。　With　or　without　it；　I　am　still　the　Seeker。　I　would　be　no　less　a　danger　to　you。　Taking　it　away　from　me　will　not　save　you。’
　
　Her　fists　tightened。　‘It　is　not　the　same。’
　
　‘You　are　not　taking　the　sword；’　he　said　flatly。　‘You　could　never　understand　how　much　I　hate　this　sword；　hate　its　magic；　and　how　much　I　wish　to　be　rid　of　it；　but　it　was　given　to　me　when　I　was　named　Seeker。　It　was　given　to　me　to　be　mine　for　as　long　as　I　wish　to　hold　it。　I　am　the　Seeker；　and　I；　not　you；　or　anyone　else；　will　decide　when　I　am　to　give　it　up。’
　
　Her　eyes　narrowed。　‘Named　Seeker？　You　did　not　find　the　sword？　Or　purchase　it？　It　was　given　by　a　wizard？　You　were　named　Seeker？　A　real　Seeker？　By　a　wizard？’
　
　‘I　was。’
　
　‘Who　was　this　wizard？’
　
　The　one　I　told　you　of　before：　Zeddicus　Zu’l　Zorander。’
　
　‘You　met　him　just　this　once；　when　he　gave　you　the　sword？’
　
　‘No。　I　have　spent　my　whole　life　with　him。　He　practically　raised　me。　He　is　my　grandfather。’
　
　There　was　a　long　moment　of　dead　silence。　‘And　he　named　you　Seeker；　because　he　refused　to　teach　you　to　control　the　gift？　To　be　a　wizard？’
　
　‘Refused！　When　he　realized　I　had　the　gift；　he　practically　begged　to　teach　me　to　be　a　wizard。’
　
　‘He　offered？’　she　whispered。
　
　That’s　right。　I　told　him　I　didn’t　want　to　be　a　wizard。’　Something　was　wrong。　She　seemed　disturbed　by　this　news。　‘He　said　the　offer　still　stands。　Why？’
　
　She　rubbed　her　hands　absently。　‘It　is　just　。。。　unusual；　that’s　all。　Many　things　about　you　are　unusual。’
　
　Richard　didn’t　know　if　he　believed　her。　He　wondered　if　maybe　he　didn’t　need　the　collar；　if　Zedd　could　have　helped　him　without　it。
　
　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　wi