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tg.stone of tears-第章

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 A hawker ahead stood by the side of 。the road with a short pole resting on the ground。 It had a crossbar with wispy strips hanging from it。 When Richard realized what the man was calling out; he came out of his mental fog with a jolt。
 
 ‘Confessor’s hair!’ the man bellowed。 ‘Get a lock of the Mother Confessor’s hair! Right off her vile head! Don’t have many left! Show your children the hair of the last Confessor!’
 
 Richard’s eyes locked on the long hair。 It was Kahlan’s。 He swept the lot of it off the pole and stuffed it in his shirt。 When the man thought to fight for it; Richard slammed him up against the wall。 He gripped the man’s shirt in his fists; and lifted him clear of the ground。
 
 ‘Where did you get this!’
 
 The 。。。 the council。 Bought it from them to sell。 Bought it fair after they cut it from her。 It belongs to me。’ He shouted for help。 Thief! Thief!’
 
 When an angry crowd pressed in to defend the man; the sword came out。 People scattered。 The hawker ran for his life。
 
 Richard’s fury was building despite his putting the sword away as he headed for the Confessors’ Palace。 He saw it rising up on the vast grounds ahead。 He 。remembered Kahlan telling him how magnificent it was。 He knew it almost as if he had seen it before。
 
 He remembered; too; Kahlan telling him about a woman there; a cook。 No; the head cook。 What was her name? Sand something。 Sanderholt; that was it。 Mistress Sanderholt。
 
 The aroma of cooking led him to the kitchen entrance。 He charged through the door。 A roomful of working people shrank back at the sight of him。 It was obvious that no one wanted any part of whatever he was about。
 
 ‘Sanderholt!’ he called out。 ‘Mistress Sanderholt! Where is she!’
 
 People nervously pointed to a hallway。 Before he had gone more than a dozen strides down the hall; a thin woman came rushing from the other direction。
 
 ‘What’s the trouble! Who’s calling me?’
 
 ‘I am;’ Richard said。
 
 Her frown withered to a look of consternation。 ‘What is it I can do for you; young man;’ she said in an uneasy voice。
 
 Richard worked at keeping threat out of his tone。 He didn’t think he was very successful。 ‘Kahlan。 Where can I find her。’
 
 Her face turned nearly as white as her apron。 ‘You would be Richard。 She told me of you。 You look like she said。’
 
 ‘Yes! Where is she!’
 
 Mistress Sanderholt swallowed。 ‘I’m sorry; Richard;’ she whispered。 The council sentenced her to death。 The sentence was carried out at the winter solstice festival。’
 
 Richard stood staring down at the thin woman。 He was having difficulty deciding if they were talking about the same person。
 
 ‘I think you misunderstood;’ he managed。 ‘I mean the Mother Confessor。 Mother Confessor Kahlan Amnell。 You must be talking about someone else。 My Kahlan can’t be dead。 I came as fast as I could。 I swear I did。’
 
 Her eyes were filling with tears。 She tried to blink them away as she stared up at him。 Slowly; she shook her head。
 
 She put a bandaged hand to his side。 ‘e; Richard。 You look as if you could use a meal。 Let me get you bowl of soup。’
 
 Richard dropped his pack; bow; and quiver to the floor。
 
 The Central Council sentenced her to death?’
 
 She gave a weak nod。 ‘She escaped; but was caught。 The Central Council reiterated the sentence before the people at the behead 。。。 at the execution。 And then the members of the council all stood smiling while the people cheered them。’
 
 ‘Maybe she escaped again。 She’s a resourceful woman。 。。。’
 
 ‘I was there;’ she said in a broken voice; tears running down her face。 ‘Please don’t make me tell you what I saw。 I’ve known Kahlan since she was born。 I loved her。’
 
 Maybe there was a way to go back somehow; and get here in time。 There had to be a way。 He felt hot and dizzy。
 
 No。 He was too late。 Kahlan was dead。 He had had to let her die to stop the Keeper。 The prophecy had beaten him。
 
 Richard gritted his teeth。 ‘Where is the council。’
 
 At last she managed to take her eyes from him。 She pointed a bandaged hand down the hall and gave him directions。
 
 She turned back。 ‘Please; Richard; I loved her; too。 Nothing can be done now。 You can acplish nothing。’
 
 But he was already moving; the mriswith cape flying behind as he swept down the hall。 He saw only enough of what was around him as he moved swiftly along to follow the directions she had given him。 He moved toward the council chambers the way his arrows flew to the target when he called it。
 
 Guards were everywhere; but he paid them no heed。 He had no idea if they paid him any; nor did he care。 He flew single…mindedly toward his target。 He heard the movement of men…at…arms around him; in the side halls。 He barely noted them on the balconies。
 
 At the end of a column…lined hall stood the doors to the council room。 As he marched down the hall; men moved in front of the doors。 He only dimly noticed them。 He saw only the doors。
 
 His sword still hadn’t left its scabbard at his hip; but the magic was coursing through him at full fury。 The soldiers closed rank before the doors。 He didn’t slow; the black cape billowing open; his brow set in a glare; as he charged ahead。
 
 They made their move to stop him。 Richard marched on。 He wanted them out of his way。 The power came by instinct; without conscious effort。 He felt the concussion。 In his peripheral vision he saw blood hit the white marble。
 
 Without missing a stride; he emerged from the ball of flame in a gaping hole twice the size the doorway had been。 Huge chunks of stone hurtled through the air; trailing smoke。 Debris rained down about him。 One of the doors spiraled through the air in an arc; the other spun like a top as it skittered across the floor of the council chamber along with ragged pieces of armor and shattered weapons。
 
 At the far end of the room; men behind a curved desk rose angrily to their feet。 As he advanced relentlessly onward; Richard drew the sword。 The unique sound of steel rang in the huge room。
 
 ‘I am Supreme Councilor Thurstan!’ the one in the ce
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