tg.stone of tears-第97章
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ng you。 We can’t know if he would recognize any of these； too。 We must leave them； but we can’t risk having someone else taking them； they must be destroyed。’
Her mouth worked for a moment before she found words。 ‘I will not leave them。 They be important。 They were extremely difficult to obtain。 It took me years to find some of them。 The Keeper could not have marked them。 He could not know the trouble I went to。’
Zedd patted her hand。 Adie； he wouldn’t have placed one he wanted you to have； to mark you； right in your path。 He would have made you struggle for it； so you would value it and keep it close。’
She yanked her hand back。 ‘Then he could have marked anything！’ She pointed。 ‘How do you know this horse was not given by a baneling？’
Zedd gave her a level look。 ‘Because it was not the one offered。 I took another。’
Tears welled up in her eyes。 ‘Please； Zedd；’ she whispered。 ‘They be mine。 They be how I was going to reach my Pell。’
‘I will help you get your message to your Pell。 I have given you my word； but this is not the way to do it； it hasn’t worked yet。 I’ll help you find a new way。’
She limped a step closer to him。 ‘How？’
He regarded her stricken face with sympathy。 ‘I have a way to bring spirits through the veil for a brief time； to speak with them。 Even if I can’t bring Pell through； I might be able to get a message to him。 But Adie； you must listen to me； we can’t do it now。 We must wait until the veil is closed。’
Her trembling fingers touched his arm。 ‘How？ How can such a thing be done？’
‘It can be done。 That is all you must know。’
‘Tell me。’ Her ringers tightened on his arm。 ‘I must know you speak the truth。 I must know it can be done。’
He weighed the decision a long moment。 He had used the wizard’s rock his father had given him to call the spirits of his father and mother to himself； but they had told him explicitly not to call them again until this was finished； or they would risk tearing the veil apart。 Using the rock in such a fashion was dangerous even in the best of times； and he had been cautioned not to do it except in the gravest circumstances。
Opening a path to the spirits was always a great risk。 You never knew what you could be letting through； unintended。 Enough dark things were getting through without his helping them。
Even though Adie was a sorceress； this use of the wizard’s rock was not for her to know。 It was a secret； like many others； that wizards must keep。 His heart felt heavy with that responsibility。
‘You will have to trust my word that it can be done。 I’ve given my word that I’ll help you； and when it is safe； I’ll try。’
Her fingers still dug urgently into his arm。 ‘How can such a thing be？ Are you sure？ How could you know such a thing？’
He straightened his shoulders。 ‘I’m a wizard of the First Order。’
‘But are you sure？’
‘Adie； you must take my word。 I don’t give it lightly。 I’m not sure it will work； but I believe it may。 Right now the important thing is to use what we know； what you and I know； to stop the Keeper from tearing the veil。 It would be wrong to use what I know for selfish reasons and thus endanger the safety of everyone else。 Maintaining the veil requires a delicate balance of forces； this could disturb it。 It could even be that such a use would tear the veil。’
She took her hand from his arm and wiped a stray strand of gray hair from her face。 ‘Forgive me； Zedd。 You be right。 I have studied the cusp between the worlds for most of my life。 I should know better。 Forgive me。’
He smiled as he hugged her around her shoulders。 ‘I’m gratified that you hold your vows to be so important。 It means that you are a person of honor。 There’s no better ally than a person of honor。’
She looked around her shattered home。 ‘It just be that 。。。 I have spent my life gathering these things。 I have been their caretaker for so long。 Others have entrusted them to me。’
Zedd walked her out of the rubble。 ‘Others have invested their trust in you to use the gift you were given to protect those without power。 They are the ones who wrote the prophecies。 You have been brought to this point for a reason。 That’s the trust you must keep。’
She nodded； rubbing a thin hand on his back as they walked away from the remains of her home。
‘Zedd； I think several other bones be missing； too。’
‘I know。’
They be dangerous in the wrong hands。’
‘I know that too。’
‘Then what do you plan to do about it？’
‘I plan to do what the prophecies say is the only thing that gives us a chance at closing the veil。’
‘And what be that； old man？’
‘Helping Richard。 We must find a way to help him； for the prophecies say he is the only one who can close the veil。’
Neither looked back as fire roared to life； roiling and racing through the ruins； dancing through the bones。
CHAPTER 26
Queen Cyrilla held her head high。 She refused to acknowledge how much the coarse fingers of the brutes who held her were hurting her arms。 She didn’t resist as they walked her down the filthy corridor。 Resistance was hopeless； anyway； and would bring her no aid。 She would conduct herself now as always： with dignity。 She was the queen of Galea。 She would endure with dignity what was to e。 She would not show her terror。
Besides； it was not what was being done to her that mattered。 It was what was going to happen to the Galean people that grieved her。
And what had already happened。
Nearly one hundred score of the Galean guard had been murdered before her eyes。 Who could have foreseen that they would be set upon in this； of all places： on neutral ground？ That a few had escaped was no solace。 They； too； would probably be hunted down and killed。
She hoped that her brother； Prince Harold； had been among those who had escaped。 If he had gotten away； perhaps he could rally a defense against the worse slaughter that was yet to e。
The brutal hands on her arms brought her to a halt next to a hissing torch set in a rust…encrusted bracket。 The fingers twisted so painfully that a small cry escaped her lips despite her will to stifle it。
‘Are my men hurting you； my lady？’ came a mocking voice from behind。
She coolly denied Prince Fyren the satisfaction of an answer。
A guard worked keys at a rusty lock； sending a sharp； metallic sound echoing down the stone corridor when the bolt finally drew。 The heavy door groaned on its hinges as it was pulled open。 The viselike hands forced her on； through the doorway and down another long； low passageway。
She could hear the swish of her satin skirts； and to the sides and behind； the men’s boots on the stone floor； splashing occasionally through stagnant； foul…smelling water。 The dank air felt cold on her shoulders； which were unaccustomed to being uncovered。
Her heart threatened to race out of control when she thought about where she was being taken。 She prayed to the dear spirits that there wouldn’t be rats。 She feared rats； their sharp teeth； their clutching claws； and their cunning； black eyes。 When she was very little she had nightmares about rats； and would wake screaming。
It an effort to bring her heart back under control； she tried to think of other things。 She thought about the strange woman who had sought a private audience with her。 Cyrilla wasn’t at all sure why she had granted it； but she now wished she had paid more heed to the insistent woman。
What was her name？ Lady something。 A glimpse of her hair beneath the concealing veil had shown it to be too short for someone of her standing。 Lady 。。。 Bevinvier。 Yes； that was it： Lady Bevinvier。 Lady Bevinvier of 。。。 someplace。 She couldn’t will her mind to remember。 It didn’t matter anyway； it was not where the woman was from； but what she had said； that mattered。
Leave Aydindril； Lady Bevinvier had warned。 Leave at once。
But Cyrilla had not e all this way； in the teeth of winter； to leave before the Council of the Midlands had heard her grievance； and acted upon it。 She had e to demand that the council do its duty to bring an immediate halt to the transgressions against her land and people。
Towns had been sacked； farms burned； and people murdered。 The armies of Kelton were massing to attack。 An invasion was imminent； if not already under way。 And for what？ Nothing but naked conquest。 Against an ally！ It was an outrage！
It was the council’s duty to e to the defense of any land being attacked； no matter by whom。 The whole point of the Council of the Midlands was to prevent just such treason。 It was their duty to direct all the lands to e to the aid of Galea； and put down the aggression。
Though Galea was a powerful land； it had been gravely weakened by its defense of the Midlands against D’Hara； and was not prepared for another costly war。 Kelton had been spared the brunt of the D’Haran conquest； and had reserves aplenty。 Galea had paid the price of resistance in their stead。
The night before； Lady Bevinvier had e to her； and had begged that she l
