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The halls he passed through, the rooms and stairways, were breathtakingly beautiful, and Richard again marveled at them as he passed. He wondered at how someone as vile as Darken Rahl would care to surround himself with such loveliness.
Nothing was one-dimensional. Two sides to the magic.
Richard thought about the times the strange power had come awake in him. When he had felt sorry for Princess Violet, when the Queen’s guard had tried to harm De
Each time, he knew, it was the magic of the sword. But in the past the magic of the sword had been rage, too. Yet this was a different kind of rage. He thought of how he used to feel when he drew the sword in anger. The wrath, the fury, the want to kill.
The hate.
Richard stopped dead still in the center of the quiet hall. It was late and there were no people around. He was alone. He felt a wave of cold wash through him, prickling his skin.
Two sides. He understood.
The spirits help him, he understood.
He brought it forth, let it cast everything in a white sheen.
Cradled numbly in the white haze of the magic, pearly in a trance, Richard pushed the door to De
“You have come to kill me, my love?” she whispered.
He nodded slowly, watching her. “Yes, Mistress.”
She smiled a little. “That is the first time you have ever called me simply ‘Mistress.’ You have always called me Mistress De
“Yes. It means everything, my mate. It means I forgive you everything.”
“I have made myself ready.”
“Why are you naked?”
The lamplight reflected in the wetness of her eyes. “Because everything I have to wear is Mord-Sith. I have nothing else. I did not wish to die in the clothes of a Mord-Sith. I wish to die as I was born. De
“I understand,” he whispered. “How did you know I was coming to kill you?”
“When Master Rahl chose me to go after you, he said he wouldn’t order me to go, but that I must volunteer. He said the prophecies foretold of a Seeker who would be the first to master the magic of the sword: the white magic. That this one would cause the blade of the sword to turn white. He said that if you turned out to be the one of whom the prophecies spoke, it would mean that I was to die by your hand, if you so chose. I asked to be sent, to be your Mord-Sith. Some of the things I have done to you, I have done to no other, in the hope you would be the one and kill me for it. When you did what you did to the Princess, I suspected. When you killed the two guards today, I knew. You should not have been able to. I was holding you by the sword’s magic at the time.”
Everything was white around the childlike beauty of her face. “I’m so sorry, De
“You will remember me?”
“I will have nightmares the rest of my life.”
Her smile widened. “I’m glad.” She seemed genuinely proud. “You love this woman, Kahlan?”
He frowned a little. “How do you know that?”
“Sometimes, when I hurt men enough, and they don’t know what they’re saying, they cry for their mothers, or their wives. You cried for one named Kahlan. You will choose her for your mate?”
“I ca
“I’m sorry. This hurts you?”
He nodded slowly. “More than anything you have done to me.”
“Good.” De
A tear ran down his face. What had they done to this poor child?
“It is a different kind of pain. None could be your equal in the things you have done.”
A tear of pride rolled down her cheek. “Thank you, my love,” she breathed. She took the Agiel from her neck and held it up hopefully. “Would you wear this, to remember me by? It will not hurt you around your neck, or if you hold the chain, only if you hold the Agiel itself in your hand.”
Richard held her face in the white glow. “It would be my honor, my mate.” He bent, letting her put it over his head, letting her give his cheek a kiss.
“How will you do it?” she asked.
He knew what she meant. He swallowed back the lump in his throat. His hand went smoothly to the hilt of the sword.
Slowly, he drew the Sword of Truth. It didn’t ring, the way it always had in the past.
It hissed. A white-hot hiss.
Richard didn’t look, but he knew, knew the blade had turned white. He held her wet eyes. The power flooded through him. He was at peace. All anger, all hate, all malice, was gone. Where he had felt these things from the sword before, he now felt only love for this child, this vessel into whom others had poured pain, this receptacle of cruelty, this i
“De
She held her chin up. “If you try to leave, I will stop you with the pain of the magic, and make you sorry you have been trouble to me. I am Mord-Sith. I am your mistress. I can be no more than who I am. You can be no less, my mate.”
He nodded sadly, and put the tip of the sword between her breasts, the tears in his eyes and the white glow making it difficult to see.
De
Holding the sword against her, he bent and put his left arm tenderly around her soft shoulders. He held the power with all his strength as he kissed her cheek.
“Richard,” she whispered, “I have never had a mate like you before. I’m glad I will have no other. You are a very rare person. You are the only person since I was chosen who has cared that I was in pain, or done anything to stop it. Thank you for last night, for teaching me what it could be like.”
Tears dripped from his face. He held her close. “Forgive me, my love.”
She smiled. “Everything. Thank you for calling me ‘my love.’ It is good to hear it once in truth before I die. Twist the sword, to be sure it is finished. And Richard, please, take my last breath? As I have taught you? I wish you to have my last breath of life.”
In a daze, he put his mouth over hers, kissing her, and didn’t even feel his right hand moving. There was no resistance. The sword went through her as if she were gossamer. He felt his hand twist the sword, and he took, her last breath of life.
He laid her gently back on the bed, lay down next to her, and cried uncontrollably as he stroked her ashen face.
He grieved to undo what he had done.