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Women stood in bunches around the floor and more lined the balconies。 Scattered among the women on the second level were some men and boys。 The women； all Sisters of the Light； he presumed； were dressed in finery。 There seemed to be no pattern； their dresses were of every color； with designs ranging from conservative to revealing。 The boys and men were dressed in everything from plain robes to coats as elaborate as Richard imagined any lord or prince would wear。
The buzz of talking died out as everyone began turning to the new arrivals。 As the room fell to silence； applause started； swelling into a roar。
Sister Phoebe took a few steps toward the center of the room； raising her hand； calling for silence。 The applause died out in spurts。
‘Sisters；’ Sister Phoebe said； her voice trembling with excitement； ‘please wele Sister Verna home。’ The applause roared again and； after a few moments； the hand brought it to silence once more。 ‘And may I present our newest student； our newest child of the Creator； our newest charge。’ She turned； holding her hand out； wiggling her fingers； indicating she wanted Richard to step forward。 He took three strides to her； Sister Verna going with him。
Sister Phoebe leaned close and whispered。 ‘Richard 。。。？ Do you have any more to your name？’
Richard hesitated a moment。 ‘Cypher。’
She turned back to the crowd。 ‘Please wele Richard Cypher to the Palace of the Prophets。’
The clapping started again。 Richard glowered as every face watched him。 Women near pressed closer； to get a better look at him。 There were women of all ages and descriptions in the crowd； ranging from some who looked old enough to be kindly grandmothers to some hardly old enough to be called women； with those of every age in between。 They ranged from plump to skinny； with hair as different as their dress； with every color from blonde to black。 Their eyes； too； were of every color。
He noticed one woman who stood near him。 She had a warm smile on her reed…thin lips； and strange； pale blue eyes with violet flecks through them。 She was looking at him as if he were an old； dear friend； whom she loved； and hadn’t seen in years。 She was applauding enthusiastically； and elbowing a haughty woman next to her to join in the clapping； until the other finally did。
Richard stood with his arms at his sides as he studied the layout of the room； noting exits； passageways； and placement of guards。 As the applause died out； a young woman in a dress the same shade of blue as Kahlan’s wedding dress worked her way through the crowd。 The blue dress had a round neck； decorated with white lace that ran down to the narrow waist and matched that on the cuffs。
She approached； ing to a halt right in front of him。 Perhaps five years younger than he； and a head shorter； she had full； soft brown hair that reached to her shoulders； and big； brown eyes。
She gaped at him。 With each slow breath； her bosom swelled at the lace。 Her hand floated up。 Her delicate fingers brushed his cheek； and stroked down his beard。 She seemed transfixed as she stared up at him； stroking his beard。
The Creator has indeed heard my prayers；’ she whispered to herself。
She seemed to suddenly remember where she was and snatched her hand back。 Her face flushed red。
‘I’m 。。。 I’m；’ she stammered。 She regained her posure； her face recovering its smooth plexion。 She clasped her hands before herself and turned； as if nothing had happened； to address Sister Verna。 ‘I am Pasha Maes； novice； third rank。 I am next in line to be named。 I have been placed in charge of Richard。’
Sister Verna gave her a small； tight smile。 ‘I think I remember you； Pasha。 I’m pleased to see you have studied hard and done well。 Richard is passed out of my hands； now； and into yours。 May the Creator gently hold you both in His hands。’
Pasha smiled proudly and then turned to Richard。 She cast a glance down the length of him。 She looked up； batted her eyelashes at him； and gave him a warm smile。
‘I’m pleased to meet you； young man。 My name is Pasha。 You are assigned to me。 I’m to help teach you； help with whatever else you may need in your studies。 I’m a guide of sorts。 Any problems or questions you have are to be brought to me； and I will do my best to help you。 You look like a bright boy； I’m sure we are going to get along just fine。’
Her smile faltered under the heat of his glower。 She smiled again and continued。 ‘Well； first of all； Richard； we don’t allow boys to carry weapons here at the Palace of the Prophets。’ She held her hands out； palms up。 ‘I’ll take your sword。’
The trickle of rage from the magic had turned to a torrent。 ‘You are wele to my sword； when I am no longer breathing。’
Pasha’s gaze flicked to Sister Verna。 The Sister gave a slow； slight shake of her head in stern warning。 Pasha’s gaze returned to Richard and her frown transformed to a smile。
‘Well； we’ll talk about it later。’ Her brow bunched together。 ‘But you need to learn some manners； young man。’
Richard’s voice came in a tone that took some of the color from Pasha’s face。 ‘Which one of these women is the Prelate？’
Pasha gave a bubble of a laugh。 ‘The Prelate is not here。 She is much too busy to 。。。’
‘Take me to her。’
‘You do not see the Prelate when you wish。 She sees you when she has reason to see you。 I can hardly believe Sister Verna has not taught you that we do not allow our boys 。。。’
Richard put the back of his hand against her shoulder and swept her aside as he took another stride into the room； redirecting his glare to the hundreds of eyes watching him。
‘I have something to say。’
The vast room fell to a hush。 From two different places in his mind； the same thought had e forward at the same time。 He recognized each origin。 One was The Adventures of Bonnie Day； the book his father had given him； and the other was the sword’s magic； the knowledge of the sword； the spirits he had danced with。
The memory and message were the same： When you are outnumbered； and the situation is hopeless； you have no option … you must attack。
He knew what the collar was for。 His situation was hopeless。 He had no options。 He let the quiet ring in the chamber until it was unfortable。
His fingers tapped his Rada’Han。 ‘As long as you keep this collar on me； you are my captors； and I am your prisoner。’ Murmurs hummed in the air。 Richard let them trail off before he went on。 ‘Since I have mitted no aggression against you； that makes us enemies。 We are at war。
‘Sister Verna has made a pledge to me that I will be taught to control the gift； and when I have learned what is required； I will be set free。 For now； as long as you keep that pledge； we have a truce。 But there are conditions。’
Richard lifted the red leather rod at his neck； the Agiel； in his hand。 Beyond the rage of the magic； the Agiel was only a dim tingle of pain。 ‘I have been collared before。 The person who put that collar on me brought me pain； to punish me； to teach me； to subdue me。
‘That is the sole purpose of a collar。 You collar a beast。 You collar your enemies。
‘I made her much the same offer I am making you。 I begged her to release me。 She would not。 I was forced to kill her。
‘Not one of you could ever hope to be good enough to lick her boots。 She did as she did because she was tortured and broken； made mad enough to use a collar to hurt people。 She did it against her nature。
‘You；’ he looked to all the eyes； ‘you do it because you think it is your right。 You enslave in the name of your Creator。 I don’t know your Creator。 The only one beyond this world I know who would do as you do is the Keeper。’ The crowd gasped。 ‘As far as I’m concerned； you may as well be the Keeper’s disciples。
‘If you do as she； and use this collar to bring me pain； the truce will be ended。 You may think you hold the leash to this collar； but I promise you； if the truce ends； you will find that what you hold is a bolt of lightning。’
Dead…still silence rang in the room。 Richard rolled up his left