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Richard gritted his teeth against the pain。 〃I'm not going to kill you with the sword。 To do that； I would have to forgive you everything。 I could never bring myself to forgive you for betraying a friend。 I could forgive your deeds against me； but not those against your friend； Denna。 That is the one thing I could never forgive。〃
Constance gasped with the agony。 〃Please 。 。 。〃
〃Promise made 。 。 。〃 he sneered。
〃No 。 。 。 please 。 。 。 don't。〃
Richard twisted the Agiel as he had seen Denna do to the Queen。 Constance flinched； and went limp in his grip。 Blood ran from her ears。 He let her lifeless body slip to the ground。
〃Promise kept。〃
Richard stared a long time at the Agiel held tightly in his fist； before he realized it was causing pain； and released it at last to hang from its chain around his neck。
He looked down at the dead Mord…Sith as he caught his breath。 Thank you； Denna； he thought； for teaching me to endure the pain。 You have saved my life。
It took him the better part of an hour to find his way out of the labyrinth of halls； out into the frigid night； to the expanse of grounds。 He kept a tight grip on the hilt of the sword as he went past two big guards at the open gate through the outer wall； but they only gave a polite nod of their heads； as if he were an invited guest departing after a royal dinner。
He stopped； gazing out at the starlit country before him。 He had never been so happy to see stars。 He turned about； looking at everything。 The People's Palace； surrounded by imposing sheer walls； sat atop an immense plateau that dropped off before him to a plain。 The plateau stood hundreds of feet above the barren land； but there was a road cut into the cliffs； switching back and forth； descending to the flat land。
〃Horse； sir？〃
Richard spun around。 One of the guards had spoken to him。 〃What？〃
〃I asked if you would like a horse brought up； sir。 You look to be leaving。 It's a long walk。〃
〃What's a long walk？〃
The guard gave a nod at the drop。 〃The Azrith Plains。 You're looking to the west； across the Azrith Plains。 It's a long walk across。 Would you like a horse？〃
It unnerved him that Darken Rahl had so little concern for what he might do that he would let him have a horse。 〃Yes； I would like a horse。〃
The guard blew a small whistle in a series of short and long bursts to anther man on the wall。 Richard heard the short tune repeated into the distance。
The guard resumed his post。 〃Won't be long； sir。〃
〃How far to the Rang'Shada Mountains？〃
The man frowned a little。 〃Where in the Rang'Shada？ They run a long way。〃
〃Northwest of Tamarang。 As close as they e to Tamarang。〃 He rubbed his chin in thought。 〃Four； maybe five days。〃 He considered the other guard。 〃Wouldn't you says〃
The other shrugged。 〃If he rides hard； day and night； and changes horses often； maybe five； but I doubt it could be done in four。〃
Richard's heart sank。 Of course Rahl didn't care if he had。 a horse。 Where was he going to go？ Michael and the Westland army were four or five days away； in the Rang' Shada。 He couldn't get to them； and back； before the week was out； before the first day of winter。
But Kahlan had to be closer。 Rahl had sent that man with the black stripe in his hair； and two quads； to get her。 What was she doing this close？ He hack told them not to e after him。 His anger flashed at Chase for not following his instructions； for not keeping them all away。 Then his anger wilted。 If it were him； he wouldn't have been able to sit back and not know what had happened to a friend。 Maybe they weren't in the mountains； but all on their way。 But what good was an army going to do？ Ten good men in a place like this could hold off an army for a month。
Two soldiers in full battle armor came riding through the gate； bringing a third horse with them。
〃Would you like an escort； sir？〃 the guard asked。 〃They're good men。〃
〃No。〃 Richard glared。 〃I will be going alone。〃
The guard waved the soldiers off。
〃You'll be going west…southwest； then？〃 Richard didn't answer； so he went on。 〃Tamarang。 The place in the Rang'Shada you asked about。 It's to the west…southwest。 Piece of advice； if I may； sir？〃
〃Go on；〃 Richard said cautiously。
〃If you go that way； across the Azrith Plains； then near morning； you'll e to a boulder field among sharp hills。 There'll be a split in the road in a deep canyon。 Take to the left。〃
Richard's eyes narrowed。 〃Why？〃
‘Because to the right； there be a dragon。 A red dragon。 A red dragon of a bad temper。 Master Rahl's dragon。〃
Richard mounted the horse and stared down at the guard。 〃Thanks for the advice。 I'll remember。〃
He put heel to the horse and took to the steep road； down the side of the plateau； down the switchbacks。 Beyond one； he saw a drawbridge being lowered as he approached。 By the time he reached it； it was down and he never slowed； galloping the horse across the； heavy wooden planks。 He could see that the load was the only practical way up the cliffs of the plateau； and the yawning gap spanned by the bridge would prove an impasse to any advancing army。 Even without the formidable force of defenders he knew was behind him； even without Darken Rahl's magic； the simple inaccessibility of the People's Palace was defense enough。
As he rode； Richard unbuckled the hated collar and flung it into the night。 He vowed that he would never again wear a collar。 Not for anyone。 Not for any reason。
Running the horse across the plain； Richard looked over his shoulder at the black shape of the People's Palace atop the plateau； looming up； blotting out an entire quadrant of stars。 The cold air against his face made his eyes water。 Or else it was his thoughts about Denna。 Try as he might； he couldn't get her out of his mind。 If it weren't for Kahlan； and Zedd； he would have killed himself back there； he was hurting that much。
Killing with the sword in anger； out of rage and hate； was horrible。 Killing with the sword's white magic； out of love； was beyond horror。 The blade had returned to its polished silver gloss； but he knew how to make it white again。 He hoped he would die before that was ever required。 He didn't know if he could ever bring himself to do it again。
And yet； here he was； racing across the night； on his way to find Zedd and Kahlan； to find which of them had betrayed the box to Darken Rahl； had betrayed everyone to Darken Rahl。
The whole thing didn't make any sense。 Why would Rahl use the night stone to trap Zedd； if Zedd was the traitor？ And why would he send men after Kahlan； if she was the one？ Yet Shota had said each would try to kill him。 It had to be one of them。 What was he to do？ Turn the sword white； and kill both？ He knew that was foolish。 He would rather die himself first than harm either。 But what if Zedd was betraying them； and the only way to save Kahlan would be to kill his old friend？ Or what if it was the other way around？ Would he still rather die first； then？
The important thing was to stop Rahl。 He had to recover the last box。 He had to stop wasting his energy thinking about things he couldn't know。 All that mattered was stopping Rahl； then everything else would fall into place。 He had found the box once； he would have to find it again。
But how？ There was no time。 How was he going to find Zedd and Kahlan？ He was one man on a horse； and there was a whole country to search。 They wouldn't be traveling by road； not if Chase was with them。 Chase would keep them off the roads； well hidden。 Richard didn't know the roads； much less the trails。
This was a fool's task。 There was too much country to search。
Darken Rahl had planted too many doubts in him。 Swirling thoughts twisted on themselves； became more and more confusing； hopeless。 He felt that his own mind was his worst enemy right now。 Richard cleared his mind and chanted the devotion to keep himself from thinking。 He smiled at the stupidity of chanting a devotion to a man he wanted to kill； but he chanted anyway as he rode on into the night。 Master Rahl guide us： Master Rahl teach us。 Master Rahl protect us。 In your light we thrive。 In your mercy we are sheltered。 In your wisdom we are humbled We live only to serve。 Our lives are yours。
Twice； he walked the horse to rest it； but pushed on hard the rest of the time。。 The Azrith Plains seemed endless。 The flat country； devoid of almost all vegetation； stretched on forever。 The chanting helped him keep his mind clear of all thoughts； except one： the horror of killing Denna。 That memory he couldn't shake。 Those tears he couldn't keep back。
Dawn brought him his own shadow to chase。 Boulders appeared； looking out of place on the flat ground； casting long shadows of their own。 They gathered in numbers as he rode。 The terrain began undulating； opening up in gullies； rising in ridges。 He rode through narrow passes and rifts； down a canyon with walls of crumbling rock。 The road took… a bend to the left； with a narrower road to the right。 Richard took the horse to the left； remembering what the guard had told him。
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