2 - Stone of Tears

by Goodkind, Terry

  The three women stood straight and tall in the center of the single-roomed, windowless building. Their brown, heavy wool cloaks hung almost to the ground. The hoods were up, partly shadowing their faces. They wore long, divided riding skirts of different, dark, muted colors, and simple white blouses.

  They pushed back their hoods. The one in the middle, a few inches taller than the other two, but not as tall as Kahlan, had brown hair with some curl and body to it. The one to her right had straight, black, shoulder length hair, and the other's was curly, short, and dark, with streaks of gray. Each had her hands clasped at ease in front of her.

  It was the only thing at ease about them. Their mature faces wore looks that reminded Kahlan of the headmistress of the maidservants back in Aydindril. It was a countenance of authority they appeared to have held so long that it had worn permanent creases. Kahlan took a second glance at their hands to see if they were empty; they looked like they should be carrying switches. Their eyes watched, as if ready to silence any impudence.

  The woman in the middle spoke. 'You two are Richard's parents?' Her voice wasn't quite as harsh as Kahlan expected, but still carried a clear tone of authority.

  Richard glowered at them, looking as if just his look might push the three back a pace. He waited until the glare caused them to blink, before he spoke. 'No. I am Richard. My parents are dead. My mother since I was young, and my father since the end of summer.'

  The three exchanged sidelong glances.

  Kahlan saw the anger in his eyes. He was bleeding magic from the sword without even drawing it. She could tell the sword was only a blink away from coming out. She could see by the look in his eyes that he would not hesitate if these women did anything wrong.

  'That is not possible,' the taller one in the center said. 'You are ... old.'

  'Not as old as you,' Richard snapped.

  Their cheeks colored. The woman's eyes flashed an angry scowl, but she quickly softened it. 'We did not mean to say you are old, we meant to say you are older than we expected. I am Sister Verna Sauventreen.'

  The black-haired woman to her right spoke. 'I am Sister Grace Rendall.'

  'I am Sister Elizabeth Myric,' the third said.

  Sister Verna turned her stern expression on Kahlan. 'And who would you be, child.'

  Kahlan didn't know if it was Richard's attitude causing it, but she felt her blood heating, too. She gritted her teeth. 'I am not your "child." I am the Mother Confessor.' Kahlan's tone could carry authority, too, when she wished it to.

  It was almost imperceptible, but the three flinched. Together, they bowed their heads slightly.

  'Forgive us, Mother Confessor.'

  The air of threat in the spirit house was still palpable. Kahlan realized her hands were fists. It came to her that she felt this way because they were a threat to Richard. She decided it was time to act like the Mother Confessor.

  'Where are you three from?' she asked in an icy voice.

  'We are from ... far away.'

  Kahlan's glare was beginning to match Richard's. 'In the Midlands, a bow to the Mother Confessor is done on at least one knee.' It was a custom she almost never had any interest in enforcing, but she felt the need now.

  The three leaned back as one, standing straighter. Their indignant frowns deepened.

  It was enough to bring out the sword.

  The distinctive ringing of steel hung in the air. Richard said nothing; he simply stood holding the sword in both hands. Kahlan could see his muscles straining to be released. The Sword of Truth's magic danced dangerously in his eyes. She was glad his glower wasn't directed at her; it was frightening. The three didn't appear to be as frightened by it as she would have expected, but they turned to her, and together, went to one knee, bowing their heads again.

  'Forgive us, Mother Confessor,' Sister Grace said. 'We are not familiar with your customs. We meant no offense.' They kept their heads down.

  Kahlan waited the appropriate period, and then added a few long seconds. 'Rise, my children.'

  When they came to their feet they clasped their hands in front again.

  Sister Verna took a deep, impatient breath. 'We are not here to frighten you, Richard. We are here to help you. Put the sword away.' The last held a harsh hint of command to it.

  Richard didn't move. 'I was told you said you came for me, whatever that means, and that I must not run. I haven't been running. I am the Seeker. I will decide when to put away the sword.'

  The Se ...' Sister Elizabeth almost shouted. 'You are the Seeker?'

  The three exchanged looks again.

  'State your business,' Richard said. 'Now.'

  Sister Grace took an impatient breath this time. 'Richard, we are not here to harm you. Are you that afraid of three women?'

  'Even one woman is cause enough for fear. I have learned that lesson the hard way. I no longer harbor foolish inhibitions about killing women. Last time offered: state your business, or this conversation is ended.'

  She glanced to the Agiel around his neck. 'Yes, we can see you have learned some lessons.' Her face softened a little. 'Richard, you need our help. We have come because you have the gift.'

  Richard looked at each of them before he again spoke. 'You have been seriously misinformed. I don't have the gift nor do I want anything to do with it.'

  He slid the sword back into its scabbard. 'I'm sorry you have come a long way for nothing.' He took Kahlan's arm. 'The Mud People don't like outsiders. Their weapons are tipped with poison, and they are not shy about using them. I will tell them to grant you safe passage out of their land. I advise you not to test their restraint.'

  Richard led Kahlan by the arm toward the door. She could feel the rage radiating from him, could see the anger in his eyes, and something else, too: his headache. She could see the pain he suffered.

  The headaches will kill you,' Sister Grace said quietly.

  Richard froze in his tracks, his chest heaving as he stared ahead at nothing. 'I've had headaches all my life. I'm used to them.'

  'Not like these,' Sister Grace pressed. 'We can see it in your eyes. We recognize the headaches of the gift. It's our job.'

  There is a healer here who is taking care of them. She is very good. She has already helped me, and I am confident she will soon cure me of them.'

  'She can't. No one can but us. If you don't let us help you, the headaches will kill you. That is why we're here; to help you, not to bring you to harm.'

  Richard's hand stretched for the latch. 'You needn't concern yourselves about me. I'm not cursed with the gift. Everything is under control. Safe journey to you, ladies.'

  Kahlan gently put her hand on his arm, preventing him from reaching the latch. 'Richard,' she whispered. 'Maybe we should at least listen to them. What harm can there be in listening to them? Perhaps you could learn something useful to help the headaches.'

  'I don't have the gift! I don't want anything to do with magic! Magic has caused me nothing but trouble, nothing but pain. I don't have the gift and I don't want it.' He reached for the latch again.

  'And I suppose you are going to tell us that your eating habits haven't changed, all of a sudden,' Sister Grace said. 'I would say in just the last few days.'

  Richard froze again. 'Everyone has changes in mood about what they want to eat.'

  'Has anyone watched you sleep?'

  'What?'

  'If anyone has watched you sleep, they will have noticed that you now sleep with your eyes open.'

  Kahlan felt a cold wave of goose bumps. Everything was starting to connect. Wizards all had odd, specific eating habits, and they all slept with their eyes open, sometimes; even those without the gift. In those with the gift, like Zedd, it was more often.

  'I don't sleep with my eyes open. You are wrong.'

  'Richard,' Kahlan whispered, 'maybe we should listen to them. Hear what they have to say.'

  He looked to her, as if pleading for her to help him escape this. Pleading for her help. 'I don't sleep with my
eyes open.'

  'Yes, you do.' She put a hand on his arm. 'I have seen you sleeping for months as we were trying to stop Rahl. When I stood watch, I often saw you sleep. Only since we left D'Hara have I seen you sleep with your eyes open, just like Zedd does.'

  Richard still had his back to the three women. 'What do you want? How can you help me with the headaches?' he called to them.

  'If we are to discuss this, we are not going to talk to the back of your head.' Sister Verna's tone was like one used when talking to an obstinate child. 'You will address us properly.'

  It was the wrong tone to use on Richard at that moment. He yanked the door open and slammed it as he went out.

  Kahlan thought the door might come off its hinges, but it didn't. She felt heartsick about what she had said to him. He had wanted her to take his side; he was in no mood to hear the truth.

  She was puzzled by his attitude. Richard was not one to avoid the truth. But he was deathly afraid of something. She turned and looked at the three women.

  Sister Grace separated her hands and let them hang at her sides. This is no game, Mother Confessor. If he isn't helped by us, he is going to die. He doesn't have much time.'

  Kahlan nodded, her anger gone, replaced by an empty sadness. 'I will go talk to him,' she said in a small voice that was almost lost in the large room. 'Please wait here. I will bring him back.'

  Richard was sitting on the ground, leaning against the short wall, right under where his sword had cut a swath the night before when the screeling had come. His elbows were on his knees, his hands over his head, fingers locked together. He didn't look up. Kahlan sat tight against him.

  'Your head hurts pretty bad right now, doesn't it?'

  He nodded. She pulled the dry shaft of a weed and held it between her hands as she rested her forearms on her knees. As if what she had said reminded him, he took some leaves out of his shirt pocket and put them in his mouth.

  Kahlan stripped a little leaf off the stem. 'Richard, tell me, what are you afraid of?'

  He chewed the leaves a moment, and then lifted his head, leaning back. 'Do you remember when the screeling came, and I said I sensed it, and you said maybe it was just that I heard it?' She nodded. 'When I killed that man today, I sensed him too, just like the screeling. It was just the same. Danger. I didn't know what either was, but I sensed the danger. I knew there was trouble, but I didn't know what kind.'

  'What does that have to do with the three in there?'

  'Before we went in the spirit house, to see those women, I had the same sensation: danger. I don't know what it means, but it's the same feeling. Somehow, I know those women are going to come between us.'

  'Richard, you don't know that. They said only that they want to help you.'

  'I do know. Just as I knew the screeling was there, and the man with the spear was there. These women are somehow a danger to me.'

  Kahlan felt a lump growing in her throat. 'You also said you know the headaches might kill you. Richard, I'm afraid for you.'

  'And I'm afraid of magic. I hate magic. I hate the magic of the sword. I wish I could be rid of it. You can't imagine the things I've had to do with it. You don't know what it took to turn the blade white. Darken Rani's magic killed my father, and took my brother. It hurt a great many people.' He let out a deep breath. 'I hate magic.'

  'I have magic,' she said softly.

  'And it almost kept us apart forever.'

  'But it didn't. You figured out how to make it work. Without my magic, I would never have met you.' She rubbed his arm. 'Magic also gave Adie back her foot, and has helped a lot of others. Zedd is a wizard; he has the gift. Would you say that is bad? Zedd has always used his gift to help people.

  'Richard, you have magic too. You have the gift. You as much as admitted it. You used it to sense the screeling. You saved me. You used it to sense the man that was going to kill Chandalen. You saved him.'

  'I don't want to have magic.'

  'It seems to me you are thinking of the problem, and not the solution. Isn't that what you always say: think of the solution, not the problem?'

  Richard thumped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. He let out an exasperated breath. 'Is this what being married to you is going to be like? For the rest of my life, you always telling me when I'm being stupid?'

  She smiled. 'Would you have me let you delude yourself?'

  He scrubbed his hands on his face. 'I guess not. My head hurts so much, I guess it's keeping me from thinking straight.'

  'Then let's do something about it? Let's go in and at least talk to the sisters, and hear what they have to say? They said they want to help.'

  He gave her a dark look. 'So did Darken Rahl.'

  'Running away is not the solution. You didn't run from Darken Rahl.'

  He looked at her a long moment and then nodded. 'I'll listen.'

  The three were standing where Kahlan had left them. They gave her small smiles of appreciation, apparently pleased she had brought him back. Richard and Kahlan stood close together in front of the three women.

  'We will listen - listen - to what you have to say about my headaches.'

  Sister Grace looked to Kahlan. Thank you for your help, Mother Confessor, but we will speak with Richard alone now.'

  Richard's anger flared again, but he kept his tone in check. 'Kahlan and I are to be married.' The three gave each other the look again. It was a little more serious this time. 'What you have to say to me affects her, too. If you want to talk to me, she will stay and hear it too. Both of us, or neither. Choose.'

  The looks were still passing between the three. At last Sister Grace spoke.

  'Very well.'

  'And the first thing you should know is that I don't like magic, and I'm not convinced I have the gift. If I do, I am not pleased about it, and only want to be rid of it.'

  'We are not here to please you; we are here to save your life. To do that we must teach you to use the gift. If you don't learn to control it, it will kill you.'

  'I understand. I had a similar problem with the Sword of Truth.'

  The first thing you must learn,' Sister Verna said, 'is that just as the Mother Confessor is to be treated with deference, so are we. We have worked long and hard to become Sisters of the Light, and expect to be treated with due respect. I am Sister Verna, this is Sister Grace, and this is Sister Elizabeth.'

  Richard glared at them. At last, he bowed his head. As you wish. Sister Verna.' He regarded each in turn. And who are the Sisters of the Light?'

  'We are the ones who train wizards, those with the gift.'

  'Where are the Sisters of the Light from?'

  'We all live and work at the Palace of the Prophets.'

  Kahlan frowned. 'Sister Verna, I've never heard of the Palace of the Prophets. Where is it?'

  'In the city of Tanimura.'

  Kahlan's frown deepened. 'I know every city in the Midlands. I've never heard of Tanimura.'

  Sister Verna held Kahlan's gaze for a moment. 'Nonetheless, that is where we are from.'

  'Why were you surprised when you found out how old I am?'

  'Because,' Sister Grace said, 'it is almost unheard of for one with the gift not to come to our attention when he is still young.'

  'How young?'

  'At the very most, a third your age.'

  'And why do you think I did not come to your attention?'

  'Obviously, you have been hidden from us, somehow.'

  Kahlan recognized that Richard was slipping into his Seeker's role, seeking answers to his questions before he gave them anything they wanted.

  'Did you train Zedd?'

  'Who?'

  'Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander, wizard of the First Order.'

  The look passed between them again. 'We don't know First Wizard Zorander.'

  'I thought it was your business to know of ones with the gift. Sister Verna?'

  They stiffened. 'You know this wizard of the First Order?'

  'I do. Why don't you?
'

  'Is he old?' Richard nodded. 'Perhaps he was before our time.'

  'Perhaps.' Richard, with a fist on his hip, strolled a few steps away and stopped with his back to them. 'How do you know about me? Sister Elizabeth.'

  'It is our business to know about those with the gift: wizards. Though you were obviously hidden from us, when you triggered the gift, we knew.'

  'What if I don't want to be a wizard?'

  'That is your business. Ours is to teach you to control the magic. We are not here to force you to be a wizard, only to help you control the magic so you will live. Then you may be what you wish.'