tg.stone of tears- 第170部分

　
　Above　ground　again；　they　passed　down　halls　and　through　several　buildings　until　they　finally　reached　Gillaume　Hall；　where　his　room　was。　The　fabric　of　Pasha’s　dress　made　a　swishing　sound　as　they　climbed　the　wide　marble　stairway。　The　walls　and　columns　were　a　matching　tan；　variegated　marble。
　
　It　was　a　beautiful　place　with　elegant　rooms；　but　it　was　not　as　impressive　as　the　People’s　Palace；　in　D’Hara。　Before　he　had　seen　that　magnificent　edifice；　he　would　have　been　astonished　by　the　opulence　of　this　place。　Now；　he　simply　noted　its　layout　in　reference　to　everything　else。　Upstairs；　as　they　went　down　another　wide；　carpeted　hall；　he　saw　several　other　young　men　wearing　Rada’Han。　At　last　they　reached　his　room。
　
　Richard　caught　her　wrist　as　she　reached　for　the　door　handle。　She　looked　up　in　puzzlement。
　
　There’s　someone　inside；’　he　said。
　
　
　CHAPTER　55
　
　‘It　is　my　job　to　watch　over　you；’　Pasha　said。
　
　She　used　her　Han；　breaking　his　hold　on　her　wrist　and　throwing　him　aside　as　if　with　an　invisible　hand；　and　then　charged　through　the　door。　Richard　rolled；　finishing　on　his　feet；　drew　his　sword；　and　flew　in　after　her。　Only　the　small　flames　from　the　hearth　gave　light　to　the　otherwise　dark　room。　They　both　stumbled　to　a　halt　in　the　near　darkness。
　
　A　voice　came　from　a　chair　beside　the　fire。　‘Expecting　a　mriswith；　Richard？’
　
　‘Sister　Verna！’　Richard　slid　his　sword　back　into　its　scabbard。　‘What　are　you　doing　here？’
　
　She　rose　to　her　feet　and　swept　her　hand　in　the　direction　of　a　lamp；　bringing　the　wick　to　flame。　‘I　didn’t　know　if　you　heard。’　Her　face　was　unreadable。　‘I’m　once　again　a　Sister　of　the　Light。’
　
　‘Really？’　Richard　said。　That’s　great　news。’
　
　Sister　Verna　clasped　her　hands　in　a　relaxed　manner。　‘Since　I’m　a　Sister；　again；　I　wanted　to　e　and　speak　privately　to　you　for　a　moment。’　She　glanced　to　Pasha。　‘About　same　unfinished　business　Richard　and　I　have。’
　
　Pasha　looked　from　the　Sister　to　Richard。　‘Well；　I　guess　this　dress　is；　well；　not　the　most　fortable　thing　to　give　lessons　in。　Why　don’t　I　go　change。’　She　curtsied　to　Sister　Verna。　‘Good　night；　Sister。　I’m　so　happy　for　you；　you　should　be　a　Sister。　And　Richard；　thank　you　for　being　such　a　gentleman　tonight。　I　will　return　after　I　change。’
　
　Richard　stood　facing　the　door　once　he　had　closed　it　behind　Pasha。
　
　‘Gentleman；’　Sister　Verna　said。　‘I’m　delighted　to　hear　it；　Richard。　I　would　also　like　to　thank　you；　for　my　being　returned　to　Sister。　Sister　Maren　told　me　what　happened。’
　
　Richard　laughed　as　he　turned　to　her。　‘You’ve　been　around　me　too　long；　Sister。　But　you　need　more　practice　at　telling　lies；　you’re　not　yet　totally　convincing。’
　
　She　couldn’t　keep　a　small　smile　from　ing　to　her　lips。　‘Well；　Sister　Maren　told　me　that　she　had　prayed　for　guidance；　and　decided　I　would　serve　the　Creator　best　if　I　were　a　Sister；　in　view　of　my　experience。’　She　lifted　an　eyebrow。　‘Poor　Sister　Maren；　lying　seems　to　have　bee　infectious　since　you　arrived　here。’
　
　He　shrugged。　‘Sister　Maren　did　what　was　right。　I　think　your　Creator　would　be　pleased　with　the　oute。’
　
　‘I　heard　that　you　killed　a　mriswith。　News　spreads　through　the　palace　like　a　blaze　through　dry　grass。’
　
　Richard　walked　to　the　hearth。　He　leaned　on　the　dark　granite　mantle　and　stared　into　the　flames。　‘Well；　I　had　no　choice。’
　
　Sister　Verna　stroked　a　hand　tenderly　down　his　hair。　‘Are　you　all　right；　Richard？　How　are　you　doing？’
　
　‘I’m　fine。’　Richard　pulled　the　baldric　over　his　head　and　set　it　and　the　sword　aside。　He　tossed　the　red　coat　on　a　chair。　‘I’d　be　better　if　I　didn’t　have　to　wear　these　silly　clothes。　But　I　guess　it’s　a　small　price　to　pay　for　peace。　For　now。　What　did　you　want　talk　to　me　about；　Sister？’
　
　‘I　don’t　know　what　you　did；　how　you　got　me　returned　to　Sister；　but　thank　you；　Richard。　Does　this　mean　you　would　like　for　us　to　be　friends？’
　
　‘Only　if　you　will　take　this　collar　off　me。’　She　looked　away　from　his　eyes。　‘Someday；　Sister；　you　will　have　to　make　your　choice。　I　hope　when　the　time　es；　you　choose　to　be　on　my　side。　After　all　we’ve　been　through；　I　would　hate　to　have　to　kill　you；　but　you　know　what　I　am　capable　of。　You　knew　what　my　answer　would　be；　surely；　you　came　here　for　more　than　that。’
　
　‘I　have　told　you　before　how　you　are　using　your　Han　without　knowing　what　you　are　doing；　remember？’
　
　‘Yes；　but　I　don’t　think　I’m　using　my　Han。’
　
　She　lifted　an　eyebrow。　‘Richard；　you　killed　a　mriswith。　As　far　as　I　know；　that　has　not　been　done　in　the　last　three　thousand　years。　You　had　to　use　your　Han　to　do　that。’
　
　‘No；　Sister；　I　used　the　magic　of　the　sword　to　kill　it。’
　
　‘Richard；　I　have　observed　you；　and　learned　a　little　about　both　you　and　your　sword。　The　reason　no　one　has　ever　been　able　to　kill　a　mriswith　is　because　they　never　knew　it　was　ing。　Even　the　Han　of　Sisters　and　wizards　could　not　sense　its　approach。　Your　sword　may　have　killed　the　mriswith；　but　your　Han　let　you　know　it　was　ing。　You　are　calling　on　your　gift；　but　without　control。’
　
　Richard　was　tired。　He　didn’t　feel　like　arguing；　so　he　didn’t。
　
　He　flopped　into　a　plush　chair。　He　remembered　the　way　he　had　seen　the　mriswith　in　his　mind；　had　seen　it　ing。　‘I　don’t　understand　what　I’m　doing；　Sister。　The　mriswith　came；　and　I　protected　myself。’
　
　She　sat　in　a　chair　opposite。　‘Look　at　it　this　way；　Richard；　you　killed　a　beast　as　deadly　as　anything　walking　the　land；　yet　that　little　girl　with　the　big　brown　eyes；　and　about　as　much　power　pared　to　you　as　a　sparrow　pared　to　a　hawk；　just　used　her　Han　to　throw　you　down　the　hall。　I　hope　you　will　study　hard　so　you　may　learn　to　control　your　Han。　You　need　to　get　it　under　control。’
　
　She　looked　at　him　intently。　‘Why　did　you　go　into　the　Hagen　Woods；　after　I　told　you　that　they　are　dangerous？　The　real　reason。　Not　the　justification；　but　the　deep…down…inside　reason。　Please　tell　me　the　truth；　Richard。’
　
　Richard　stretched　back；　looking　up　at　the　ceiling。　He　finally　conceded　with　a　nod。　‘It　was　like　something　drew　me　in。　It　was　a　need。　A　hunger。　It　was　like　I　needed　to　pound　my　fist　against　a　wall；　and　that　was　the　way　to　do　it。’
　
　He　thought　she　might　launch　into　a　lecture；　but　she　didn’t。　Her　tone　was　sympathetic。
　
　‘Richard；　I’ve　been　talking　to　a　few　friends　of　mine。　None　of　us　knows　everything　about　the　magic　of　the　palace；　and　especially　the　Hagen　Woods；　but　there　is　reason　to　believe　that　the　Hagen　Woods　were　placed　there　specifically　for　certain　wizards。’
　
　Richard　studied　her　quiet　expression；　the　creases　in　her　face；　the　sincerity　in　her　eyes。　‘Are　you　saying；　Sister；　that　if　I　need　to　pound　my　fist　against　the　wall；　maybe　I　should　do　so？’
　
　She　gave　a　slight　lift　to　her　eyebrows。　The　Creator　gave　us　hunger　so　we　would　eat；　because　eating　is　necessary。’
　
　‘What　would　be　the　purpose　of　a　hunger　like　mine？’
　
　She　shook　her　head。　‘I　don’t　know。　For　a　second　time　in　as　many　days；　the　Prelate　has　declined　to　grant　me　an　audience。
　
　But　I’m　going　to　try　to　find　some　answers。　In　the　meantime；　just　please　don’t　let　the　sun　set　on　you　in　the　Hagen　Woods。’
　
　‘Is　this　what　you　came　to　tell　me；　Sister？’
　
　She　looked　away；　and　paused；　rubbing　her　forehead　with　two　fingers。　She　looked　uncertain。　He　had　never　seen　her　like　this。　‘Richard；　there　are　things　going　on　that　I　don’t　understand；　and　they　are　connected　to　you；　events　are　not　happening　as　they　should。’　She　saw　his　curious　look。　‘I　can’t　talk　about　them　just　yet。’
　
　She　cleared　her　throat。　‘Richard；　I　don’t　want　you　to　trust　every　one　of　the　Sisters。’
　
　Richard　lifted　an　eyebrow。　‘Sister；　I　trust　none　of　you。’
　
　That　brought　a　short…lived　smile　to　her　face。　‘For　now；　that　would　be　best。　That　was　what　I　wanted　to　tell　you。　I’m　going　to　find　the　answers；　but…for　now；　well；　let’s　just　say　that　I　know　you　will　do　as　you　must　to　stay　safe。’
　
　After　Sister　Verna　left；　Richard　thought　about　what　she　had　said；　and　about　the　things　Warren　had　told　him。　Mostly；　he　thought　about　the　Stone　of　Tears。
　
　It　puzzled　him　that　the　magic　in　the　Valley　of　the　Lost　would　present　him　with　a　vision　of　something　he　had　never　seen　before；　and　put　it　around　Rachel’s　neck。　The　other　visions　seemed　to　have　been　anchored　in　his　longings　and　fears。　Maybe　because　he　missed　seeing　his　friend；　Chase；　he　saw　the　vision　of　Rachel；　too；　she　would　be　with　Chase。　But　why　would　the　vision　put　around　her　neck　something　he　had　never　seen　before；　which　turned　out　to　look　like　a　drawing　in　a　book？
　
　Maybe　they　weren’t　the　same　thing。　He　told　himself　they　couldn’t　be；　but　an　uneasy　feeling　inside　said　otherwise。
　
　As　much　as　he　missed　Chase　and　Rachel；　it　was　the　stone　around　Rachel’s　neck　that　had　captured　his　attention。　It　was　as　if　Rachel　were　bringing　it　to　him　for　Zedd；　and　Zedd　had　been　there　with　him；　urging　him　to　take　the　stone。
　
　Pasha’s　knock　at　the　door　brought　him　out　of　his　brooding。　She　was　wearing　a　plain；　brownish　gray　dress　with　small；　pink　cloth　buttons　up　the　front；　all　the　way　up　to　her　neck。　Though　it　didn’t　show　the　expanse　of　flesh　the　green　dress　had；　it　was　tailored　so　that　it　revealed　nearly　every　detail　of　her　shape。　The　fact　that　it　covered　everything　only　made　what　it　covered　all　that　much　more　intriguing。　The　color　somehow　brought　out　the　softness　of　her　brown　hair。
　
　Pasha　sat　cross…legged　on　the　floor；　on　the　blue　and　yellow　carpet　in　front　of　the　fireplace。　She　draped　her　dress　carefully　over　her　knees　and　then　looked　up。　‘Here。　Sit　like　me；　in　front　of　me。’
　
　Richard　sat　on　the　floor　and　folded　his　legs。　She　motioned　him　to　e　closer　until　their　knees　touched。　She　took　his　hands　and　held　them　lightly　as　they　rested　across　both　their　knees。
　
　‘Sister　Verna　didn’t　do　this　when　I　practiced。’
　
　‘That　was　because　the　Rada’Han　had　to　be　within　the　circle　of　influence　of　the　magic　of　the　palace　before　we　could　practice　in　this　way。　Until　now；　when　you　have　practiced　touching　your　Han；　it　has　been　alone。　Most　of　the　time　from　now　on；　I；　or　a　Sister；　will　use　our　Han　to　assist　you。’　She　smiled。　‘It　will　help　you　progress　faster；　Richard。’
　
　‘All　right。　Wh