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Richard retrieved water in a canvas bucket and let each horse have only a few swallows； as they weren’t cooled down。 In one of the saddlebags； he found brushes； and took his time carefully currying each of them and then picking their hooves clean。 He took longer than he needed to； because he preferred their pany to the Sister’s。
After he finished； he cut a section of rind from the melon the Bantak had given him； and gave each horse a piece。 Horses loved few things in life as much as a melon rind。 Each showed eagerness for the treat。 It was the first eagerness any of them had shown。 After seeing the spade bits； he knew why。
When he decided his chest hurt too much to stand around any longer； he went over to where Sister Verna sat on a small blanket and put his own blanket on the ground opposite her。 He folded his legs as he sat and pulled a piece of the flat tava bread from his pack； more for something to do than because he was hungry。 She accepted his offer of a piece。 He cut up the melon and put the remaining rind aside； saving it for later。 Richard offered Sister Verna a piece of melon。
She looked at it coolly as he held it out。 ‘It was given under false pretenses。’
‘It was given as thanks for preventing a war。’
She took it at last； but not eagerly。 ‘Perhaps。’
‘I’ll take first watch； if you wish；’ he offered。
There is no need to stand watch。’
He appraised her in the near darkness as he chewed a juicy piece of melon。 ‘There are heart hounds in the Midlands。 Other things； too。 I could draw another screeling。 I think a watch would be wise。’
She pulled off a piece of tava bread without looking up。 ‘You are safe with me。 There is no need for a watch。’
Her voice was flat。 It wasn’t angry； but it wasn’t far from it； either。 He ate in silence for a while； and then decided to try to lighten the mood。 He tried to make his voice sound cheerful； even though he felt no cheer。
‘I’m here； you’re here； I’m wearing the Rada’Han； how about if you start teaching me to use the gift？’
She looked up from under her eyebrows as she chewed。 ‘There will be time enough to teach you when we reach the Palace of the Prophets。’
The air felt as if it had suddenly cooled。 His anger heated。 The sword’s anger tugged at him to be released。 Richard put it down。 As you wish。’
Sister Verna lay down on her blanket； pulling her cloak tightly around herself。 ‘It’s cold。 Build a fire。’
He put the last bite of tava bread in his mouth and waited until he had swallowed before speaking softly。 Her eyes watched him。
‘I’m surprised you don’t know more about magic； Sister Verna。 There is a word that is magic。 It can acplish more than you might think。 Maybe you have heard it before。 It is the word ‘please。’’ He rose to his feet。 ‘I’m not cold。 If you want a fire； build it yourself。 I’m going to go stand watch。 I told you before； I will take nothing on faith。 If we are killed in the night； it won’t be without warning on my watch。’
He turned his back to her without waiting for a response。 He didn’t want to hear anything she had to say。 Walking off a good distance through the dry grass； he found a mound of dirt around a ground…hog hole and flopped down on top of it to watch。 To think。
The moon was up。 It stared down at him and cast a pale silver light upon the surrounding empty land； enough light to enable him to see without any trouble。 He looked out over the deserted countryside； brooding。 As much as he tried to think of other things； it did no good。 He could think of only one thing： Kahlan。
He drew up his knees and wrapped his arms around them； after he had wiped some tears from his face。 He wondered what she was doing； where she was； whether she would get Zedd。 He wondered if she still cared for him enough to go get Zedd。
The moon moved slowly across the sky as it stared down on him。 What was he going to do？ He felt lost。
He pictured Kahlan’s face in his mind。 He would have conquered the world to see her smile at him。 To bask in the warmth of her love。 Richard studied her face in his mind。 He pictured her green eyes； her long hair。 Her beautiful hair。
At that thought； he remembered the lock of her hair she had put in his pocket。 He pulled it out and looked at it in the moonlight。 It was a circle she had pulled together and tied in the middle with the ribbon from her wedding dress； so that it reminded him of a figure eight turned sideways； as he held it in his fingers。 Turned sideways like that； it was also the symbol for infinity。
Richard rolled the lock of hair between his finger and thumb； watching it as it spun。 Kahlan had given it to him to remember her by。 Something to remember her by。 Because he would never see her again。 Racking grief choked his breathing。
He gripped the Agiel as hard as he could； until his fist shook with the effort。 The pain from the Agiel； and his heartache； twisted together into burning agony。 He let it distort his perception until he could stand it no longer； and then he let it go on longer yet； let it go on until he collapsed to the base of the dirt mound； barely conscious。
He gasped for air。 The pain had swept all the thoughts from his mind。 If only for a few minutes； his mind had been free of the anguish。 He lay on the ground a long time； recovering。
When he was finally able to sit up once more； he found the lock of hair still in his hand。 He stared at it in the moonlight； remembering what Sister Verna had said to him； that he had told the Bantak a lie。 A filthy lie。 Those had been Kahlan’s words。 She had said that his love for her was a ‘filthy lie。’ Those words hurt more than the Agiel。
‘It’s not a lie；’ he whispered。 ‘I would do anything for you； Kahlan。’
But it wasn’t good enough。 Putting on the collar wasn’t good enough。 He wasn’t good enough。 Son of a monster。 He knew what she wanted。 What she really wanted。 She wanted to be free of him。
She wanted him to put on the collar so he would be taken away。 So she would be free。 ‘I would do anything for you； Kahlan；’ he cried。 He stood up and looked out over the empty grassland。 The dark horizon wavered in a watery blur。 Anything。 Even this。 I set you free； my love。’ Richard threw the lock of Kahlan’s hair as far as he could out into the night。
He sank to his knees and fell face…first to the ground； sobbing。 He cried until he could cry no more。 He continued to lie on the cold ground； groaning in agony until he realized he was gripping the Agiel again。 He let it go and at last sat up； flopping back in exhaustion against the dirt mound。 It was over； finished。 He felt empty。 Dead。 After a time he rose to his feet。 He stood a moment； and then slowly drew the Sword of Truth。
Its ring was a soft song in the cold air。 The anger came out with the steel； and he let it fill the void in him； rage freely through him。 He weled the anger into himself； letting it fill him until he was submerged in its wrath。 His chest heaved with lethal need。
His eyes glided to where the Sister lay sleeping。 He could see the dark hump of her body as he approached silently。 He was a woods guide； he knew how to stalk silently。 He was good at it。
His eyes carefully watched the ground as he moved fluidly； watched the sleeping form of Sister Verna as he closed the distance。 He didn’t hurry。 There was no need to hurry。 He had as much time as he needed。 He tried to slow his breathing to keep from making noise。 He was nearly panting with all…consuming fury。
The thought of wearing a collar again fed the raging fire within him； fueled the inferno。
Rage from the sword’s magic seared through him like molten metal。 Richard recognized the feeling all too well； and gave himself over to it。 He was beyond reason； beyond being stopped。 Nothing short of blood would now satisfy the bringer of death。
His knuckles were white on the hilt。 His muscles knotted with restrained need aching to be set free。 But they wouldn’t be restrained for long。 The magic of the Sword of Truth screamed to do his bidding。
Richard stood； a silent shadow； over Sister Verna； looking down at her。 The fury pounded in his head。 He drew the sword along the inside of his forearm； wiping both sides in the blood； giving the steel a taste of it。 The dark stain ran down the fuller； dripping from the tip。 It ran wet and warm down his arm。 His chest heaved as he gripped the hilt in both hands again。
He felt the weight of the collar around his neck； the blade rose； glinting in the moonlight。
He watched the sleeping Sister at his feet。 She was drawn up almost into a ball。 She was cold； and she shivered as she slept。
He stood with the blade raised； watching her as he gritted his teeth and shook with raging need。 Kahlan didn’t want him。 Son of a monster。
No。 Just monster。 He saw himself standing over the sleeping woman； his sword in the air； ready to kill。
He was the monster。
That was what Kahlan saw。 And she had sent him away in a collar to be tortured。 Because he was a monster that needed to be collared； a beast。
Tears ran