tg.stone of tears-第88章

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　‘What　about　by　sea？　Could　you　sail　far　enough　out　to　go　around？’
　
　Sister　Verna　shrugged。　‘I　have　heard　tell　that　a　few　times　throughout　the　ages　it　has　been　acplished。　In　my　life　I　have　seen　ships　leave　to　attempt　it；　but　I　have　never　seen　one　return。’
　
　Richard　glanced　back　over　his　shoulder；　but　saw　nothing。　‘Could　。。。　someone　follow　you　through？’
　
　‘One　or　two；　if　they　stayed　close　enough；　as　you　must。　Greater　numbers　would　surely　be　lost。　The　pockets　between　spells　are　not　large　enough　to　allow　many　to　follow。’
　
　Richard　thought　in　silence；　at　last　asking；　‘Why　hasn’t　anyone　destroyed　the　towers；　so　the　spells　could　dissipate？’
　
　‘We’ve　tried。　It　cannot　be　done。’
　
　‘Just　because　you　haven’t　found　a　way；　Sister；　that　doesn’t　mean　it　can’t　be　done。’
　
　She　gave　him　a　sharp　look。　‘The　towers；　and　the　spells；　were　created　with　the　aid　of　not　only　Additive　but　also　Sub…tractive　Magic。’
　
　Subtractive　Magic！　How　could　the　wizards　of　old　have　learned　to　use　Subtractive　Magic？　Wizards　didn’t　have　mand　of　Subtractive　Magic。　But　then；　Darken　Rahl　did。　Richard　gentled　his　tone。　‘How　can　the　towers　keep　the　spells　from　dissipating？’
　
　Sister　Verna　worked　her　thumbs　on　the　reins。　‘Each　tower　has　a　wizard’s　life　force　in　it。’
　
　Despite　the　heat；　Richard　felt　a　chill。　‘You　mean　to　say　that　a　wizard　gave　his　life　force　into　the　towers？’
　
　‘Worse。　Each　tower　contains　the　life　force　of　many　wizards。’
　
　Richard　stared　in　numb　shock　at　the　thought　of　wizards　giving　up　their　lives　to　invest　the　towers　with　their　life　force。　‘How　close　are　the　towers？’
　
　‘It　is　said　some　are　miles　apart；　some　only　yards。　They　are　spaced　according　to　the　fabric　of　lines　of　power　within　the　earth　itself。　We　don’t　understand　the　sense　of　this　alignment。　Since　entering　the　line　to　find　them　would　be　death；　we　don’t　even　know　how　many　towers　there　are。　We　know　of　only　the　few　in　this　valley。’
　
　Richard　squirmed　in　his　saddle。　‘Will　we　see　any　of　the　towers　when　we　cross？’
　
　There’s　no　way　to　tell。　The　gaps　shift　constantly。　Occasionally；　on　the　way　through；　the　openings　take　you　close　to　a　tower。　I　saw　one　on　my　first　journey　through。　Some　Sisters　never　saw　one。　I　hope　never　to　see　another。’
　
　Richard　realized　he　was　gripping　the　hilt　of　his　sword　with　his　left　hand。　The　raised　letters　of　the　word　TRUTH　bit　into　his　flesh。　He　relaxed　his　hand；　releasing　the　hilt。
　
　‘So；　what　can　we　expect　to　see？’
　
　Sister　Verna　broke　her　gaze　into　the　distance　and　redirected　it　to　him。　‘There　are　spells　of　every　sort。　Some　are　spells　of　despair。　To　be　snared　in　one　is　to　have　your　soul　wander　in　despair　for　all　time。　Some　are　spells　of　joy　and　delight；　in　which　one　is　lost　in　enchantment　for　all　time。　Some　are　pure　destruction；　and　will　tear　you　apart。　Some　will　show　you　things　you　fear；　to　make　you　run　into　the　clutches　of　things　that　lurk　behind。　Some　tempt　with　things　you　hope　for。　If　you　give　in　to　the　desire　。。。’　She　leaned　closer　to　him。　‘You　must　stay　close　to　me；　keep　going。　You　must　ignore　any　desire　you　have；　both　fear　and　longing；　to　do　otherwise。　Do　you　understand？’
　
　Richard　finally　nodded。　Sister　Verna　returned　her　gaze　to　the　shimmering　forms。　She　sat　motionless；　watching。　In　the　distance；　beyond　the　wavering　light；　he　thought　he　saw　thun…derheads；　dark　and　ominous；　drifting　across　the　horizon。　He　felt　more　than　heard　their　thunder。　Somehow；　he　knew　it　wasn’t　clouds；　but　magic。　When　Bonnie　tossed　her　head；　Richard　gave　her　a　reassuring　pat　on　her　neck。
　
　After　watching　awhile；　he　looked　over　to　the　Sister。　She　sat　still　and　tense。
　
　‘What　are　you　waiting　for；　Sister？　Courage？’
　
　She　answered　without　moving。　‘Exactly。　I　am　waiting　for　courage；　child。’
　
　He　felt　no　anger　this　time　at　her　calling　him　‘child；’　but　rather　that　it　might　be　an　appropriate　characterization；　as　far　as　his　abilities　were　concerned。
　
　In　a　whisper；　and　still　without　looking　away　from　the　sunbaked　inferno　ahead；　she　went　on。　‘You　were　still　in　swaddling　clothes　when　I　came　through；　but　I　remember　every　detail　as　if　it　happened　yesterday。　Yes；　I　am　waiting　for　courage。’
　
　He　gave　Bonnie　a　squeeze　with　his　legs；　urging　her　ahead。　‘The　sooner　we　start；　the　sooner　we’re　through。’
　
　‘Or　lost。’　She　walked　her　horse　after　him。　‘So　anxious　to　be　lost；　Richard？’
　
　‘I’m　already　lost；　Sister。’
　
　
　CHAPTER　29
　
　They　were　confronted　by　steps；　twenty　strides　wide；　that　revealed　themselves　for　what　they　were　only　at　the　far　right；　where　the　wind　had　funneled　down　next　to　the　sweeping；　pink　marble　balustrade　and　kept　the　snow　clear。　Pausing　for　only　a　moment　as　she　realized　they　had　reached　her　destination；　Kahlan　set　her　snowshoes　firmly　into　the　snowdrift　that　covered　the　steps；　and　ascended　to　the　portico；　its　fascia　decorated　with　a　row　of　statues　swathed　in　cut　stone　that　mimicked　the　drape　of　cloth　so　well　it　seemed　as　if　it　might　move　in　the　light　breeze。　Ten　white　columns　to　each　side　held　the　massive　entablature　at　a　dizzying　height　above　the　arched　entrance。　Bodies　fallen　in　a　desperate　battle　were　sprawled　atop　one　another　all　over　the　snow…covered　lawns；　and　sat　as　if　in　repose　against　the　walls　of　the　domed　exterior　entrance　hall。
　
　The　ornate　doors；　displaying　delicately　carved　royal　shields　of　the　House　of　Amnell；　held　aloft　by　twin　mountain　lions；　lay　in　splinters　on　the　floor　of　the　vestibule。　Flanking　the　rope…carved　stone　arch　at　the　far　end　stood　life…size　statues　of　Queen　Bernadine　and　King　Wyborn；　each　holding　a　spear　and　shield　in　one　hand；　the　queen　a　sheaf　of　wheat　in　the　other；　and　the　king　a　lamb。　The　queen’s　breasts　were　broken　away；　flakes　of　stone　and　stone　dust　littered　the　rust　colored　marble　tiles。　Both　statues　were　without　their　heads。
　
　With　nearly　numb　fingers；　Kahlan　untied　the　bindings　of　her　snowshoes　and　leaned　them　against　the　queen’s　statue。　Chandalen　followed　her　example　before　following　her　into　the　reception　hall　lined　with　broken　mirrors　and　torn　tapestries。　She　pulled　her　mantle　tight　around　herself　as　clouds　of　their　breath　rose　lazily　into　dead　still　air　that　was　somehow　much　colder　than　that　outside。
　
　‘What　is　this　place　used　for？’　Chandalen　asked　in　a　whisper；　as　if　afraid　he　might　wake　the　spirits　of　the　dead。
　
　She　had　to　force　herself　not　to　whisper。　‘It　is　the　home　of　the　queen　of　this　land。　Her　name　is　Cyrilla。’
　
　His　doubting　voice　echoed　down　the　stone　hall。　‘One　person　lives　in　a　place　such　as　this？’
　
　‘Many　people　live　here。　There　are　advisors；　much　like　the　elders　among　your　people；　and　others　that　are　responsible　for　governing　the　needs　of　the　land；　and　people　who　tend　to　their　needs　so　they　may　perform　their　duties。　Many　people　call　this　their　home；　but　the　queen　is　the　head　of　the　household；　as　she　is　the　head　of　her　land。　She　is　above　them　all。’
　
　Chandalen　followed　silently　as　she　began　to　search　the　palace。　His　eyes　slid　from　one　wondrous　object　to　another；　from　elaborately　carved　furniture　that　now　lay　everywhere　in　splinters；　to　the　heavy　red；　blue；　gold；　or　green　draperies　that　adorned　the　ten…foot…tall；　square…top　windows；　all　broken　now。
　
　She　descended　a　flight　of　stairs　to　the　lower　rooms；　the　oak　treads　creaking　with　every　step　in　the　cold。　He　insisted　on　entering　each　room　first；　pushing　doors　open　with　a　foot　and　gliding　in　behind　a　fully　drawn　ten…step　arrow；　before　allowing　her　to　search　inside。
　
　They　found　only　the　dead。　In　a　few　of　the　rooms　they　found　some　of　the　staff；　who　had　been　lined　up　against　a　wall　and　pincushioned　with　arrows。　In　the　kitchens　it　looked　as　if　after　executing　the　cooks；　cook’s　helpers；　wine　stewards；　assistants；　dishwashers；　potboys；　spit　boys；　and　scullions；　the　invaders　had　sat　down　and　had　a　drunken　feast。　The　ale　and　wine　casks　were　empty。　It　appeared　they　had　thrown　more　food　at　the　walls　than　they　had　eaten。
　
　While　Chandalen　checked　the　ransacked　larder；　Kahlan’s　eye　was　caught　by　the　bodies　of　two　young　women；　kitchen　help；　on　the　floor　behind　a　long　chopping　block。　One　was　pletely　naked；　and　the　other　had　but　one　brown；　woolen　stocking；　bunched　down　around　her　thin　ankle。　Her　first　assumption　had　been　wrong。　Not　all　the　help　had　been　killed　before　the　drunken　feast。
　
　Her　face　as　still　as　those　of　the　dead　women；　she　turned　and　strode　from　the　kitchen　and　started　up　the　servants’　stairs　to　check　the　upper　floors。　Chandalen’s　thumping　footfalls　came　charging　up　behind　as　he　took　three　steps　at　a　time　to　catch　her。
　
　She　knew　he　didn’t　like　it　that　she　had　left　without　him；　but　he　didn’t　voice　it。　There　is　salted　meat。　Maybe　we　could　take　a　little？　I　do　not　think　these　people　would　think　it　wrong　for　us　to　do　so。　They　would　not　deny　us　a　little　food。’
　
　Kahlan　put　her　hand　to　the　railing　as　she　climbed　with　a　steady　cadence；　but　then　pulled　the　hand　back　inside　her　mantle；　because　the　polished　maple　was　so　cold　to　the　touch　it　stung　her　fingers。　‘If　you　eat　the　meat；　you　will　die。　They　will　have　poisoned　it；　so　that　if　any　of　the　dead’s　countrymen　return　to　this　place　and　eat　any　of　the　food　here；　they；　too；　will　die。’
　
　They　found　the　main　floor　clear　of　bodies。　It　looked　to　have　been　used　as　an　army　headquarters。　Empty　barrels　of　wine　and　rum　lay　about　the　ballroom　floor。　Food　scraps；　mugs　and　cups；　broken　dishes；　pipe　ashes；　bloody　bandages；　oily　rags；　broken　or　bent　swords；　spears　and　maces；　dark　wood　shavings　from　a　walnut　table　leg　someone　had　whittled　away　until　it　was　nothing　but　a　stub；　basins　of　frozen　water；　dirty　linen；　bedsheets　ripped　into　strips；　and　filthy；　quilted　bedcovers　of　every　color　littered　the　carpeted　floor。　Dirty　bootprints　were　everywhere；　even　on　the　tabletops。　By　the　swirling　scratches；　it　looked　as　if　men　had　danced　atop　them。
　
　Chandalen　walked　through　the　rubble；　inspecting　various　bits。　‘Two；　maybe　three　days　they　were　here。’
　
　She　nodded　her　agreement　as　her　eyes　cast　about。　‘It　looks　that　way。’
　
　He　rolled　a　wine　barrel　back　and　forth　with　his　foot；　testing　if　it　was　empty。　It　was。　‘I　wonder　why　they　stayed　so　long？　Just　to　drink；　and　dance？’
　
　Kahlan　sighed。　‘I　don’t　know。　Maybe　they　were　resting　and　tending　to　their　wounded。　Maybe　they　just　went　on　a　drunken　binge　to　celebrate　their　victory　over　these　people。’
　
　He　looked　up　sharply。　‘Killing　is　not　a　thing　to　celebrate。’
　
　‘It　is；　for　the　people　who　did　this　killing。’
　
　Reluctantly；　Kahlan　at　last　climbed　the　stairs　to　the　top　floor。　She　didn’t　want　to　look　up　there。　That　was　where　the　bedchambers　were。
　
　They　checked　the　west　wing　first：　the　men’s　apartments。　They　looked　to　have　been　used　by　the　troops　as　sleeping　quarters。　With　an　army　of　as　many　men　as　had　to　have　done　this；　they　would　have　had　many　men　of　rank。　The　officers　probably　stayed　here；　in　the　fine　rooms。　The　soldiers　under　their　mand　would　have　used　the　inns　and　more　mon　houses。
　
　With　a　deep　breath　to　strengthen　her　resolve；　she　set　her　jaw　and　crossed　the　central　hall；　with　its　balcony　that　overlooked　the　grand　staircase；　to　the　east…wing　rooms。　Chandalen；　close　at　her　heels；　wanted　to　open　the　do