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Richard turned back to the Sister. "You have done your best. You have tried your best. It is not enough. I told you before, I will not..."
"Richard!" Kahlan took another step toward him as he turned to the sound of her shriek. Her eyes locked on his. "Richard," she whispered as she took another step. Her voice broke. "Accept the offer. Take the collar. Please."
Sister Verna didn't move. She watched calmly.
Richard frowned a little. "What? Kahlan... you don't understand. I told you, I won't..."
"Richard!" He fell silent as he looked at her in puzzlement. She glanced at the Sister standing motionless, the knife still in her hand. She watched as Kahlan stepped closer. Their eyes met. Kahlan knew: the other would wait to see what would happen. There was a hardness in those eyes that spoke of what she was prepared to do if Kahlan didn't change Richard's mind. "Richard, listen carefully to me. I want you to accept the offer."
His frown deepened. "What...?"
"Take the collar."
His eyes flashed anger. "I told you before. I will not..."
"You said you loved me!"
"Kahlan, what's the matter with you? You know I lov..."
She cut him off. "Then you will accept the offer. If you really love me, you will take the collar and put it on. For me."
He stared at her in disbelief. "For you...? Kahlan, I can't... I won't..."
"You will!" She was being too gentle, and knew it. It was only confusing him. She had to be stronger. She had to act more like Denna if she was to save him. Dear spirits, she begged in her mind, please give me the strength to do this, to save him.
"Kahlan, I don't know what's gotten into you. We can talk about it later. You know how much I love you, but I'm not going to..."
She clenched her hands into fists and screamed at him. "If you love me, you will! Don't stand there and tell me you love me if you aren't willing to prove it! You disgust me!"
He blinked in surprise. The way his voice sounded made her ache. "Kahlan..."
"You aren't worthy of my love if you aren't willing to prove it! How dare you say you love me!"
His eyes were filling with tears.
With madness.
With the memory of what Denna had done to him.
He sank slowly to his knees. "Kahlan... Please."
She leaned over him as she held out clenched fists. "Don't you dare talk back to me!" His arms flinched up, covering his head. He thought she was going to strike him. He really thought she was going to strike him. Her heart felt as if it ripped. Tears streamed down her face as she let the rage loose. "I told you to take the collar! How dare you talk back to me! If you love me you will take it!"
"Kahlan, please," he cried. "Don't do this. You don't understand. Don't ask me to..."
"I understand perfectly well!" she screamed. "I understand that you say you love me! But I don't believe you! I don't believe you! You're lying to me! Your love for me is a lie if you won't take the collar! A lie! A filthy lie!"
He couldn't look up at her, look up at her as she stood over him in the blue dress she was to wed him in. He struggled to get the words out as he fixed his eyes on the ground. "It's not... it's not a lie. Please, Kahlan, I love you. You mean more to me than anything in the world. Please believe me. I would do anything for you. But please..."
Dying inside, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and jerked his head up, making him look at her. Madness danced in his eyes. He was gone. But only for now, she prayed. Please dear spirits, only for now.
"Words! That's all you offer me! Not love! Not proof! Just words! Worthless words!"
As she held him by his hair, she drew her other hand back to slap him. His eyes winced shut. She couldn't make herself do it; she couldn't hit him. It was all she could do just to stay on her feet, not to fall to her knees and throw her arms around him and tell him how much she loved him, that everything was all right.
But it wasn't all right. If he didn't do this, he would die. She was the only one who could save him. Even if it killed her.
"Don't hit me anymore," he whispered. "Please, Denna... Don't."
Kahlan swallowed back the wail that tried to escape her throat and made herself speak. "Look at me." He did as she ordered. "I'm not going to tell you again, Richard. If you love me, you will accept the offer and put on the collar. If you don't, I will make you regret disobeying me more that anything you have ever regretted in your life. Do it now, or it's over. Everything is over." His eyes faltered. She gritted her teeth. "I'm not going to tell you again, My Pet. Put on the collar. Now!"
Kahlan knew, knew that "My Pet" was what Denna had called him. Denna had told her with the rest of it. She knew what those two words meant to him. She had hoped she wouldn't have to use them. Whatever link he had to sanity dissolved in that instant. She saw it in his eyes: the thing she feared more than death.
Betrayal.
She released her grip on his hair as, on his knees, he turned to Sister Verna. She lifted the collar a little, holding it out to him. It looked dull, gray, dead in the cold light. Richard stared at it. Snowflakes drifted down in the still, quiet light. Expressionless, Sister Verna watched him.
"All right," he whispered. His shaking hand reached for the collar. His fingers touched it, curled around it. "I accept the offer. I accept the collar."
"Then put it around your neck," Sister Verna said in a soft voice, "and close it."
He turned to Kahlan. "I would do anything for you," he whispered.
Kahlan wanted to die.
His hands shook so much she thought he might drop the collar as he took it from Sister Verna. He held it, staring at it.
But then his hands stopped shaking. He took a deep breath and put the collar around his neck. It closed with a snap, and the seam disappeared, leaving a smooth ring of metal.
The shaft of light dimmed as if to twilight even though it was still day. Deep, ominous thunder rumbled in every direction out across the grasslands. It didn't sound like any thunder Kahlan had ever heard before. She could feel it in the ground beneath her feet. She thought that maybe it had something to do with the magic of the collar, something to do with the Sisters.
She knew, when she glanced at Sister Verna and saw her eyes glide around, that it wasn't.
Richard smoothly rose to his feet before the Sister. "You may find, Sister Verna, that holding the leash to this collar is worse than wearing it." He gritted his teeth. "Much worse."
Sister Verna's voice remained calm. "We only want to help you, Richard."
He nodded slightly. "I take nothing on faith. You will have to prove it."
In a panic, a sudden thought came to Kahlan. "What is the third reason? What is the third reason for the collar?"
Richard turned to her with a glare that even his father could not have matched. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
"The first reason is to control the headaches and open my mind so that I may be taught to use the gift. The second reason is to control me." His hand came up and grabbed her by the throat. His eyes sliced through her. "The third reason is to give me pain."
She closed her eyes with a wail. "No! Dear spirits, no!"
He released her throat. His expression went slack, lost. "I hope I have proven my love for you, Kahlan. I hope you believe me now. I have given you everything. I hope it is enough; I have nothing else to offer. Nothing."
"You have. More than you could ever realize. I love you more than anything in the world, Richard."
She reached out to touch his cheek. He pushed her hand away. His eyes said it all; she had betrayed him.
"Do you?" He looked away. "I would like to believe you."
She tried to swallow the painful, burning lump in her throat. "You promised me you would never doubt my love."
He nodded slightly. "So I did."
If she could have called lightning down on herself, she would have done it. "Richard... I know you don't understand right now, but I only did what I had to—to help you live. To keep you from
being killed by the headaches, the gift. I hope that someday you will understand. I will always wait for you; I love you with all my heart."
He nodded tearfully. "If that's true, then find Zedd. Tell him what you have done. Tell him."
