tg.stone of tears-第86章

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ering　up　shimmering　images　to　waver　and　dance　in　the　sun's　furnace　glare；　like　phantom　hostages　surrendered　to　an　omnipotent　foe。　Behind；　the　fractured　hills　ended　in　a　bank　of　rocky　rubble。　The　silence　was　as　oppressive　as　the　heat。
　
　Richard　wiped　sweat　from　his　brow　on　the　back　of　his　sleeve。　The　leather　of　his　saddle　creaked　as　he　shifted　his　weight　while　he　waited。　Bonnie　and　the　other　two　horses　waited；　too；　their　ears　pricked　ahead；　as　they　occasionally　pawed　the　cracked；　dry　earth　and　voiced　apprehensive　snorts。
　
　Sister　Verna　sat　motionless　atop　Jessup；　scrutinizing　the　nothingness　of　the　distance　as　if　viewing　an　event　of　great　import。　Except　for　the　way　her　brown　curls　hung　limp；　she　didn't　appear　to　be　affected　by　the　heat。
　
　'I　don't　understand　this　weather。　It's　winter；　I've　never　heard　of　it　being　hot　like　this　in　winter。'
　
　'The　weather　is　different　in　different　places；'　she　murmured。
　
　'No　it's　not。　When　it's　winter；　it's　cold。　It's　only　hot　like　this　in　high　summer。'
　
　'Have　you　ever　seen　snow　on　mountaintops　in　the　summer？'
　
　Richard　reversed　the　positions　of　his　hands　resting　on　the　pommel。　'Yes。　But　that's　just　on　mountaintops。　The　air　is　colder　up　there。　We're　not　on　a　mountaintop。'
　
　Still　she　did　not　move。　'Not　just　mountaintops　have　different　weather。　In　the　south　the　weather　is　not　so　cold　as　it　is　in　the　north。　But　this　place　is　different　still。　It's　like　an　inexhaustible　well　of　heat。'
　
　'And　just　what　is　this　place？'
　
　'The　Valley　of　the　Lost；'　she　whispered。
　
　'Who　was　lost　in　it？'
　
　'Those　who　created　it；　and　whoever　enters。'　At　last　she　turned　a　bit　to　peer　at　him。　'It's　the　end　of　the　world。　Your　world；　anyway。'
　
　He　shifted　his　weight　to　the　other　side　when　Bonnie　did　the　same。　'If　it's　the　end　of　the　world；　why　are　we　here？'
　
　Sister　Verna　held　her　hand　up　to　the　land　behind。　'Just　as　there　is　Westland；　where　you　were　born；　separated　from　the　Midlands；　and　the　Midlands　from　D'Hara；　so；　too；　are　those　lands　separated　from　what　lies　on　the　far　side　of　this　place。'
　
　Richard　frowned。　'And　what　lies　on　the　other　side　of　here？'
　
　She　turned　back　to　the　expanse　before　them。　'You　lived　in　the　New　World。　Across　this　valley　lies　the　Old　World。'
　
　The　Old　World？　I　never　heard　of　the　Old　World。'
　
　'Few　in　the　New　World　have。　It　has　been　sealed　away　and　forgotten。　This　valley；　the　Valley　of　the　Lost；　separates　them；　much　the　same　way　the　boundary　used　to　separate　the　three　lands　of　the　New　World。　The　last　of　the　country　we　have　been　crossing　has　been　inhospitable；　a　desert　wasteland。　Anyone　venturing　through　it　and　into　this　valley　never　returns。　People　think　there　is　nothing　beyond；　that　this　is　the　southern　end　of　the　Midlands　and　D'Hara；　with　nothing　beyond　but　what　you　see　here：　an　endless　waste；　where　one　could　die　of　thirst　and　hunger　and　you　could　have　your　bones　baked　by　the　heat　of　the　sun。'
　
　Richard　eased　Bonnie　up　next　to　the　Sister。　'So；　what　is　beyond？　And　why　can't　anyone　cross？　And　if　no　one　can　cross；　how　can　we？'
　
　She　looked　over　out　of　the　corner　of　her　eye。　'Simple　questions；　but　not　simply　answered。'　She　relaxed　back　in　her　saddle　a　little。　'The　land　between　the　New　and　the　Old　Worlds　narrows　somewhat；　with　the　sea　to　each　side。'
　
　'The　sea？'
　
　'You　have　never　seen　the　ocean？'
　
　Richard　shook　his　head。　'In　Westland；　it　lies　far　to　the　south；　and　people　don't　live　there。　Or；　so　I've　been　told。　I've　heard　others　speak　of　the　ocean；　but　I've　never　seen　it。　They　say　it's　more　vast　than　any　lake　ever　imagined。'
　
　Sister　Verna　gave　him　a　little　smile。　They　speak　true。'　She　turned　ahead；　pointing　off　to　the　right。　'Some　distance　that　way　lies　the　sea。'　She　pointed　left；　to　the　southeast。　'Off　even　farther　in　that　direction　is　also　the　sea。　Though　the　land　is　vast　between　them；　it　is　still　the　narrowest　place　between　the　New　and　the　Old　Worlds。　Because　of　that；　a　war　was　fought　here。　A　war　between　wizards。'
　
　Richard　straightened　in　his　saddle。　'Wizards？　What　war？'
　
　'Yes；　wizards。　It　was　ages　ago；　when　there　were　many　wizards。　What　you　see　before　you　is　the　result　of　that　war。　It's　all　that　remains；　as　a　reminder；　of　what　wizards　who　have　more　power　than　wisdom　can　conjure。'
　
　He　didn't　like　the　accusing　look　she　gave　him。　'Who　won？'
　
　At　last　she　folded　her　hands　over　the　pommel　of　her　saddle　and　let　her　shoulders　relax　a　bit。　'No　one。　The　two　sides　were　separated　by　this　land　between　the　seas。　Though　the　fighting　may　have　stopped；　no　one　prevailed。'
　
　Richard　leaned　around　for　a　waterskin。　'How　about　a　drink？'
　
　With　a　small　smile；　she　took　the　skin　as　he　handed　it　over　and　took　a　long　draw。　'This　valley　is　an　example　of　what　can　happen　when　your　heart；　rather　than　your　head；　rules　your　magic。'　Her　smile　evaporated。　'Because　of　what　they　did；　the　peoples　of　the　two　worlds　are　separated　for　all　time。　It　is　one　reason　the　Sisters　of　the　Light　work　to　teach　those　with　the　gift　…　so　they　will　not　act　out　of　foolishness。'
　
　'What　were　they　fighting　about？'
　
　'What　do　wizards　ever　fight　about？　They　fought　over　which　wizards　should　rule。'
　
　'I　was　told　something　about　a　wizard's　war　over　whether　or　not　wizards　should　rule　at　all。'
　
　She　handed　back　the　waterskin　and　wiped　her　lips　with　one　finger。　'That　was　a　different　war；　yet　part　of　the　same。　After　this　place　separated　the　two　sides；　some　of　each　camp　were　trapped　on　the　New　World　side。　Both　groups　had　gone　to　enforce　their　rule　on　those　who　had　traveled　to　live　in　the　New　World；　and　on　those　who　had　always　lived　there。
　
　'Once　trapped；　one　side　went　into　hiding　for　centuries　and　worked　to　build　their　strength　before　they　attempted　to　seize　power　over　all　the　New　World。　The　war　that　had　burned　long　ago　flared　again；　until　their　force　was　defeated；　except　for　a　few　who　fled　into　their　stronghold　in　D'Hara。'　She　lifted　an　eyebrow　to　him。　'Kin　of　yours；　I　believe。'
　
　Richard　glared　at　her　for　a　long　moment　before　finally　taking　a　swig　of　the　hot　water。　He　dribbled　a　little　on　a　strip　of　cloth　…　something　Kahlan　had　taught　him　…　and　tied　it　around　his　head；　both　to　cool　his　brow　and　hold　back　his　lengthening　hair。　Richard　hooked　the　waterskin　back　on　his　saddle。　'So　what　happened　here？'
　
　She　swept　her　hand　once　from　the　southeast　to　the　southwest。　'Where　the　land　was　narrowest；　here；　not　only　armies　but　wizards　did　battle；　and　sought　to　prevent　one　another　from　advancing。　The　wizards　laid　down　spells；　conjuring　every　sort　of　magic；　in　an　attempt　to　snare　their　opponents。　Both　sides；　equally；　unleashed　wickedness　of　unspeakable　horror　and　danger。　That　is　what　lies　ahead。'
　
　Richard　stared　at　her　glazed　expression。　'You　mean　to　say　that　their　magic；　their　spells；　are　still　out　there？'
　
　'Unabated。'
　
　'How　can　that　be？　Wouldn't　they　wear　away？　Fade？'
　
　'Perhaps。'　She　sighed。　'But　they　did　more。　To　maintain　the　power　of　their　spells　they　built　structures　to　sustain　the　force。'
　
　'What　structures　could　do　that？'
　
　Sister　Verna　still　stared　out　at　nothing；　or　perhaps；　to　things　he　couldn't　see。　The　Towers　of　Perdition；'　she　whispered。
　
　Richard　stroked　Bonnie's　neck　and　waited。　At　last；　Sister　Verna　seemed　to　dismiss　her　private　thoughts　with　a　deep　breath　and　continued。
　
　'From　one　sea　to　the　other；　both　sides　built　opposing　lines　of　these　towers；　invested　with　their　power　and　wizardry。　They　were　begun　at　the　sea；　and　came　together　here；　in　this　valley。　But　because　of　the　force　of　the　towers　each　side　built；　neither　side　could　get　close　enough　to　plete　the　last　tower　in　their　own　line。　What　they　had　wrought　ended　in　a　stalemate；　with　each　side　prevented　from　pleting　their　last　tower。　It　allowed　a　weakened　place　in　the　magic。　A　gap。'
　
　Richard　shifted　uneasily　in　his　saddle。　'If　there's　a　gap；　then　why　can't　people　cross。'
　
　'It's　only　a　lessening　in　the　full　strength　of　the　line。　To　each　side；　all　the　way　across　the　hills　and　mountains；　to　land's　end；　and　beyond；　out　into　the　sea　where　it　somewhere　diminishes；　Perdition's　line　is　impenetrable。　To　enter　is　to　be　claimed　by　the　storms　of　spells；　the　magic。　Any　who　enter　would　be　killed；　or　worse　…　they　could　wander　the　brume　forever。
　
　'Here；　in　this　valley；　the　deadlock　prevented　the　pletion　of　the　last　tower　on　each　side　that　would　have　sealed　the　line。　But　the　spells　wander　and　drift　between　the　gap；　like　thunderclouds　drifting　on　the　wind；　clashing　and　ing　together　in　places。　Because　of　the　weakness　in　this　place；　there　is　a　maze　that　can　be　passed　through　by　those　with　the　gift。　The　clear　passages　are　always　shifting；　and　the　spells　cannot　always　be　seen。　They　must　be　felt；　with　the　gift。　Still；　it　is　not　easy。'
　
　'So　that's　why　the　Sisters　of　the　Light　can　make　it　through？　Because　they　have　the　gift？'
　
　'Yes。　But　only　twice　at　most。　The　magic　learns　to　find　you。　Long　ago；　Sisters　who　went　through　to　the　New　World　and　returned　were　sent　again；　but　none　ever　returned　a　second　time。'　Her　gaze　left　his；　seeking　the　distant　emptiness。　'They　are　in　there；　never　to　be　found；　or　saved。　The　Towers　of　Perdition　and　its　storms　of　magic　claimed　them。'
　
　Richard　waited　until　her　eyes　came　back　to　him。　'Perhaps；　Sister；　they　became　disaffected；　and　chose　not　to　return。　How　would　you　know？'
　
　Her　expression　sobered。　'We　know。　Some　who　have　been　through　have　seen　them'　…　she　inclined　her　head　toward　the　shimmering　distance　…　'in　there。　I；　myself；　saw　several。'
　
　'I'm　sorry；　Sister　Verna。'　Richard　thought　about　Zedd。　Kahlan　might　find　him；　and　tell　him　what　had　happened。　He　had　to　push　away　the　painful　memory　of　Kahlan。　'So；　a　wizard　could　make　it　through。'
　
　'Not　a　wizard　of　his　full　power。　After　we　teach　those　with　the　gift　to　control　it；　they　must　be　allowed　to　return　before　their　power　is　fully　developed。　The　whole　purpose　of　the　line　is　to　prevent　wizards　from　getting　through。　The　fully　developed　power　of　a　wizard　would　draw　the　spells　as　a　magnet　draws　iron　filings。　It　is　they　that　the　magic　seeks；　it　is　for　them　that　the　towers　were　built。　They　would　be　lost；　just　as　would　anyone　who　didn't　have　some　use　of　the　gift　to　feel　the　gaps　in　the　spells。　Too　little；　or　too　much；　and　you　are　lost。　That　is　why　those　who　created　the　line　could　not　plete　it；　the　domain　of　the　spells　from　the　other　side　prevented　them　from　entering。　Their　creation　ended　in　deadlock。'
　
　Richard　felt　his　hopes　sag。　If　Kahlan　carried　out　his　request　to　seek　out　his　old　friend；　Zedd　could　not　do　anything　to　help　him。　Swallowing　back　the　numbing　loss　of　hope；　he　reached　up　and　felt　the　dragon's　tooth　hanging　on　the　leather　thong　at　his　chest。　'What　about　going　over？　Could　something　fly　over？'
　
　She　shook　her　head。　The　spells　extend　up　into　the　air；　as　they　extend　out　into　the　sea。　Anything　that　can　fly　cannot　fly　high　enough。'
　
　'What　about　by　sea？　Could　you　sail　far　enough　out　to　go　around？'
　
　Sister　Verna　shrugged。　'I　have　heard　tell　that　a　few　times　throughout　the　ages　it　has　been　acplished。　In　my　life　I　have　seen　ships　leave　to　attempt　it；　but　I　have　never　seen　one　return。'
　
　Richard　glanced　back　over　his　shoulder；　but　saw　nothing。　'Could　。。。　someone　follow　you　thr