tg.stone of tears-第290部分

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She　shook　all　over。　She　had　never　seen　a　wizard　in　a　rage　so　out　of　control。　Kahlan　knew　he　was　going　to　kill　her　for　what　she　had　done　to　Richard。
　
　‘You　fool。　You　treacherous　fool。　No　one　can　help　him　now。’
　
　‘Please；　Zedd。　You　can。　Please；　help　him。’
　
　‘Not　even　I。　No　one　can　get　to　him。　I　can’t　pass　the　towers。　Richard　is　lost　to　us。　All　I　had　left　is　lost。’
　
　‘What　do　you　mean；　lost　to　us？’　With　trembling　fingers；　she　wiped　blood　from　the　corner　of　her　mouth。　She　didn’t　wipe　the　tears。　‘He　will　be　back。　He　has　to　e　back。’
　
　Zedd’s　eyes　never　left　hers　as　he　slowly　shook　his　head。　‘Not　while　any　of　us　are　alive。　The　Palace　of　the　Prophets　is　in　a　spell　of　time。　Richard　will　be　there　for　the　next　three　hundred　years　while　they　train　him。　We　will　never　see　him　again。　He　is　lost　to　this　world。’
　
　Kahlan　shook　her　head。　‘No。　Dear　spirits；　no。　That　can’t　be。　We　will　see　him。　It　can’t　be　true！’
　
　‘True；　Mother　Confessor。　You　have　put　him　beyond　any　help。　I　will　never　again　see　my　grandson。　You　will　never　again　see　him。　Richard　will　not　return　to　this　world　for　another　three　hundred　years。　Because　of　you。　Because　you　made　him　put　on　that　collar　to　prove　he　loves　you。’
　
　He　turned　his　back　to　her。　Kahlan　fell　to　her　knees。　‘Noooo！’　She　beat　her　fists　on　the　floor。　‘Dear　spirits；　why　have　you　done　this　to　me！’　She　cried　in　choking　sobs。　‘Richard；　my　Richard。’
　
　‘What　happened　to　your　hair；　Mother　Confessor？’　Zedd　asked　in　a　menacing　voice；　his　back　still　to　her。
　
　Kahlan　sat　back　on　her　heels。　What　did　it　matter　anymore。　‘The　council　convicted　me　of　treason。　I　have　been　sentenced　to　be　executed。　To　be　beheaded。　The　people　all　cheered　at　the　pronouncement　of　sentence。　They　all　wanted　to　see　it　done。　But　I　escaped。’
　
　Zedd　nodded。　‘The　people　shall　have　their　wish。’　He　grabbed　what　was　left　of　her　hair　in　his　fist　and　started　dragging　her　from　the　room。　‘For　what　you　have　done；　you　shall　be　beheaded。’
　
　‘Zedd！’　she　screamed。　‘Zedd！　Please；　don’t　do　this！’
　
　He　used　magic　to　drag　her　down　the　hall　like　a　sack　of　feathers。
　
　‘Tomorrow；　at　the　winter　solstice　festival；　the　people　shall　have　their　wish。　They　shall　see　the　Mother　Confessor　beheaded。　As　First　Wizard；　I　will　see　to　it。　I　shall　see　it　done。’
　
　Kahlan　went　limp。　What　did　it　matter？　The　good　spirits　had　abandoned　her。　They　had　stripped　her　of　everything　that　mattered。
　
　Worse；　she　herself　had　condemned　Richard　to　three　hundred　years　of　the　thing　he　feared　most。
　
　She　wanted　to　die。　Death　couldn’t　e　fast　enough　for　her。
　
　
　Richard　stood　with　his　hands　on　his　hips　as　he　watched　the　dark　clouds　made　by　spells　in　the　distance；　in　the　Valley　of　the　Lost。　They　looked　beautiful　in　the　sunrise；　with　golden　edges　and　striations　of　glowing　rays。　But　he　knew　they　were　deadly。
　
　Du　Chaillu　put　an　affectionate　hand　to　his　arm。　‘My　husband　makes　me　proud　this　day。　He　returns　our　land　to　us；　as　the　old　words　have　foretold。’
　
　‘I’ve　explained　it　to　you　a　dozen　times；　Du　Chaillu；　I　am　not　your　husband。　You　have　simply　misinterpreted　the　old　words。　It　only　means　we　must　do　this　together。　And　we　haven’t　done　it　yet。　I　wish　you　would　have　e　with　me　without　bringing　everyone　else。　I　don’t　even　know　if　this　will　work。　We　could　be　killed。’
　
　She　patted　his　arm　reassuringly。　The　Caharin　has　e。　He　can　do　anything。　He　will　return　our　land。’　She　left　him　to　his　thoughts　and　started　back　to　the　camp。　‘All　our　people　should　be　with　us。　It　is　their　right。’　She　stopped　and　turned　back。　‘Will　we　be　leaving　soon；　Caharin？’
　
　‘Soon；’　Richard　said　absently。
　
　She　started　off　again。　‘I　will　be　with　our　people　when　you　are　ready　for　me。’
　
　The　entire　Baka　Ban　Mana　nation　was　camped　behind　them。　Thousands　upon　thousands　of　tents　were　spread　out　over　the　hills；　like　mushrooms　after　a　month　of　rain。　He　hadn’t　been　able　to　talk　them　out　of　ing；　to　convince　them　to　wait；　so　they　were　all　here；　with　him。
　
　Richard　sighed。　What　difference　did　it　make？　If　he　was　wrong；　and　this　failed；　he　had　no　reason　to　worry　about　all　the　Baka　Ban　Mana　being　disappointed　in　him。　He　would　be　dead。
　
　Warren　and　Sister　Verna　quietly　came　up　behind。
　
　‘Richard；’　Warren　said；　‘can　we　talk　to　you？’
　
　Richard　continued　to　stare　out　at　the　storms。　‘Of　course；　Warren。’　He　cast　a　glance　back。　‘What’s　on　your　mind？’
　
　Warren　pushed　his　hands　up　the　opposite　sleeves　of　his　robes。　Richard　thought　it　made　him　look　very　wizardlike　when　he　did　that。　Warren　was　going　to　someday　end　up　being　Richard’s　idea　of　what　a　wizard　ought　to　be：　wise；　passionate；　and　charged　with　knowledge　Richard　could　only　wonder　at。　If　they　didn’t　all　die；　that　was。
　
　‘Well；　Sister　Verna　and　I　were　talking。　About　what　happens　after　you　get　through　the　valley。　Richard；　I　know　what　you　want　to　do；　but　we　have　run　out　of　time。　There　never　was　enough　time　to　begin　with。　Tomorrow　is　winter　solstice。　It　can’t　be　done。’
　
　‘Just　because　you　don’t　know　how　to　do　something；　that　does　not　mean　it　can’t　be　done。’
　
　‘I　don’t　understand。’
　
　Richard　smiled　at　them。　‘You　will。　You　will　understand　in　a　few　hours。’
　
　Warren　looked　away　toward　the　valley。　He　idly　scratched　his　nose。　‘If　you　say　so；　Richard。’
　
　Sister　Verna　said　nothing。　Richard　was　still　trying　to　get　used　to　her　not　arguing　with　him　whenever　he　said　something　oblique。　He　wasn’t　sure　she　didn’t　want　to。
　
　‘Warren；　about　the　prophecy；　the　one　about　the　gateway　and　the　winter　solstice。　Are　you　sure　it’s　about　this　winter　solstice？’　Warren　nodded。　‘And　if　there　were　an　agent；　with　an　open　box　of　Orden；　and　the　skrin　bone；　are　those　the　only　elements　needed　to　open　the　gateway；　to　tear　the　veil？’
　
　A　hot　breeze　ruffled　Warren’s　hair。　‘Yes　。。。　but　you　told　me　Darken　Rahl　is　dead。　There　is　no　agent。’
　
　It　sounded　more　like　a　worried　question　than　a　statement。
　
　‘Must　the　agent　be　alive？’　Sister　Verna　asked。
　
　Warren　shifted　his　weight　to　the　other　foot。　‘Well；　not　in　principle；　I　guess。　If　he　were　somehow　called　back　into　this　world；　but　I　don’t　see　how　that　could　be　done；　but　if　it　were　done；　that　would　be　all　that　was　needed。’
　
　Richard　sighed　in　frustration。　‘And　then　this　spirit　agent　could　do　the　things　the　living　agent　would　have　done？’
　
　Suspicion　crept　onto　Warren’s　face。　‘Well；　yes　and　no。　It　would　require　another　element。　A　spirit　cannot　perform　the　physical　requirements　necessary　to　plete　the　covenant。　He　would　need　a　coadjutor。’
　
　‘You　mean　the　spirit　could　not　perform　certain　of　the　tasks　needed；　so　he　would　need　hands　that　would　work　in　this　world。’
　
　‘Yes。　With　a　helper；　a　spirit　could　do　what　was　needed。　But　how　could　an　agent　be　called　back　into　this　world？　I　don’t　see　how　that　could　be　acplished。’
　
　Sister　Verna　glanced　away。　‘You　had　better　tell　him。’
　
　Richard　pulled　his　shirt　up　and　showed　Warren　the　scar。　‘Darken　Rahl　burned　me　with　his　hand；　when　I　unintentionally　called　him　back　into　this　world。　He　said　he　was　here　to　tear　the　veil。’
　
　Warren’s　eyes　opened　wide。　His　w