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Richard struggled to breathe。 Each breath burned as he drew it through the constriction at his neck。 His vision cleared and finally focused on Sister Verna’s face。 His anger heated。
‘Sister 。。。 don’t 。。。’
Pain took his words。 It ignited in his chest with such intense burning force it made his fingers tingle。 He couldn’t draw a breath to scream。
‘I’ve had enough of your words。 I will hear no more。 No more of your excuses； your arguments； your harsh judgments。 From now on； you will do as you are told； when you are told； and you will offer me no more of your insolence。’
She took another step toward him。 Her expression twisted with menace。 ‘Do we understand each other！’
She somehow made the pain worse。 He shook with the crushing hurt in his chest。 Stinging tears flooded from his wide eyes。
‘I asked you a question！ Do we understand each other！’
Air rushed into his lungs。 ‘Sister Verna 。。。 I’m warning you 。。。 don’t do this or 。。。’
‘You are warning me！ You are warning me！’
White…hot pain knifed through his chest； twisting tighter with each breath。 A scream ripped from his lungs。 His worst fears were ing to life。 This was what wearing a collar had brought him to； again。 This was what the Sisters had in mind for him。 This was his fate； if he allowed it。
Richard called the sword’s magic。
Summoned by its master； the power swept into him； hot with promise； hot with wrath； hot with need。 Richard weled it； embraced it； letting his own rage join with the rage of the sword and spiral through him。 His fury consumed the pain； using it to draw power。
‘Don’t you dare fight me； or I will make you rue the day you were born！’
Fiery flames of agony bloomed anew。 Richard drew them into the wrath。 Though he wasn’t touching the sword； he didn’t need to。 He was one with the magic； and he called forth all its force now。
‘Stop this；’ he managed through gritted teeth。 ‘Or I will。’
Sister Verna； with her fists at her side； stepped closer。
‘Now you threaten me？ I warned you before about threatening me。 You have made your last mistake； Richard。’
Though he was nearly blinded by the pain she suddenly unleashed into him； he was able to see one thing。 The Sword of Truth。 It lay in the sand； near the Sister。
The Seeker focused the sword’s magic into the power that bound him to the wall。 With a loud crack； the bond broke and he tumbled away from the wall； rolling through the sand。
His hands found the sword。
Sister Verna charged toward him。 He came up swinging the sword in an arc。 The need for her blood seared through his soul； beyond retrieval。 Nothing else mattered。
Bringer of death。
He didn’t try to direct the track of the blade； but simply focused his need to kill into the power of its swing。
The sword’s tip whistled through the air。
Bringer of death。
The blade exploded through the Sister at shoulder level。 The cool air erupted with a spray of hot blood； the smell of it filling his nostrils as the sight of it filled his vision。 Her head and part of her shoulders tumbled up into the air as the blade severed her in two。 Blood and bone hit the walls。 The lower half of her body collapsed fluidly to the ground。 Blood soaked into the white sand； spreading beneath her。 What was left of her shoulders and head hit the ground a good ten feet away； sending up a spray of white sand。 The gore of her insides glistened in a line away from the body。
Richard collapsed to his knees； panting； the pain finally gone。 He had told himself he would not allow this to be done to him again。 He had meant it。
Like a distant memory； his insides ached with the pain of what he had done。 It had all happened so fast； before he had had time to think。 He had used the sword’s magic to take a life； and the magic would want its due。
He didn’t care。 It was nothing to pare to the pain of what she had been doing to him； what she would have done to him。 As he focused on the rage； the pain evaporated and was gone。
But what was he going to do now？ He needed the Sisters to teach him how to keep the gift from killing him。 He would die without Sister Verna’s help。 How could he go to the other Sisters and ask for their help； now？ Had he just sentenced himself to death； too？
But he would not allow them to hurt him any more。 He would not。
He knelt； recovering； resting on his heels； trying to think。 In front of him； near the side of Sister Verna’s body； lay the little book she had kept tucked behind her belt。 It was the little book in which she was always writing。
Richard picked it up and thumbed through the pages。 It was blank。 No； not entirely。 Near the back； there were two pages with writing。
I am the Sister in charge of this boy。 These directives are beyond reason if not absurd。 I demand to know the meaning of these instructions。 I demand to know upon whose authority they are given。
…Yours in the service of the Light； Sister Verna Sauventreen。
Richard reflected on the fact that Sister Verna had been temperamental even in her writing。 He looked to the next page。 It was in a different hand。
You will do as you are instructed； or suffer the consequences。 Do not presume to question the orders of the palace again。
…In my own hand； The Prelate。
Well； it looked as if Sister Verna had managed to raise the ire of someone besides himself。 He tossed the book back on the ground next to her。 He sat staring at her body； at what he had done。 What was he going to do now？
He heard a sigh； and lifted his head to see Kahlan； in her white Confessor’s dress； standing again in an archway。 With a sad expression； she slowly shook her head。
‘And you wonder why I would send you away。’
‘Kahlan； you don’t understand。 You don’t know what she was going to 。。。’
A quiet laugh drew his attention to the other side of the room。 Darken Rahl stood in another archway； his white robes aglow。
Richard felt the scar of his father’s handprint on his chest tingle and burn with heat。
The Keeper weles you； Richard。’ Darken Rahl’s grim smile widened。 ‘You make me proud； my son。’
With a scream； Richard tore across the sand； the rage ignited anew。 Sword first； he launched himself at Darken Rahl。
The glowing form evaporated as Richard flew through the archway。 Laughter echoed and then faded。
Outside the tower； the lightning went wild。 Three hot bolts traced through the darkness toward him。 Instinctively； he lifted the sword as a shield。 The lightning struck the sword； flashing and twisting like a snake in a snare。 Thunder jarred the ground beneath his feet。
Richard squinted against the blinding light。 He gritted his teeth with the strain of forcing the sword downward； taking the flaring； liquid lines of fire with it。 They dulled and diminished as they were dragged to the ground； where they writhed； hissing as if in death； until at last they faded and were gone。
‘Enough of these visions。’
Richard angrily sheathed his sword and collected the horses from their grazing。 He didn’t know where he was going to go； but he was getting away from this tower； away from the dead Sister。 Away from what he had done。
CHAPTER 32
The lightning didn’t e anymore。 The clouds still roiled around him； but the lightning didn’t e。 He walked without giving thought to where he was going。 When he felt inexplicable danger； he skirted it。 To the sides； visions tempted him to look； but he stoically ignored them。
Almost not seeing it at first； because of the dark clouds； he came upon another tower。 It looked like the first； except it was a glossy black。 At first thinking he would avoid it； he found himself walking to one of the arches and peering in。 The ground inside was covered with sand that was drifted into the corners； the same as the last tower； but it was black instead of white。 It glimmered with the same prismatic light as the white sand。
Curiosity overcame caution and he reached inside； running a finger through the black grit covering the walls。 It tasted sweet。
The wizard who had given his life into this fire had done so to save another； not to save himself torture。 This wizard had been altruistic； the other ignoble。
If having the gift meant he was a wizard； Richard wondered which kind he was。 He would like to think of himself as high…minded； but he had just killed another to save himself from torture。 But was he not within his rights to kill to protect his life？ Must he wrongly die to be honorable？
Who was he to judge which of these wizards had been wiser； or which had done what was within his rights？
The sparkling black sand fascinated him。 It seemed to draw light from nowhere and reflect it about the inside of the tower in winking colors。 Richard retrieved an empty spice tin and scooped it full of the black sand。 He tucked the tin back in his pack hanging from Geraldine’s saddle while he whistled for Bonnie … she was off browsing again。
Her ears swiveled toward him as her head came up。 Dutifully； she trotted over and joined him an