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“You won’t protect us from what is to come when the roof falls in. You instead scorn prophecy’s warnings.” The woman lifted her chin defiantly. “Those children, at least, no longer have to fear what is to happen.”
“And what is going to happen?”
“Terrible things!”
“What terrible things?”
The woman opened her mouth to tell him. She seemed surprised to realize that she had nothing to say.
“Terrible things, that’s all,” she finally said.
“I want you to tell me about the terrible things that are going to happen,” Richard said.
She blinked in confusion. “I, I don’t…”
She unexpectedly clutched her throat as she slumped to the dark stone floor, where she convulsed once before going still.
Richard turned to someone behind him as his right hand went to the hilt of his sword.
There was no one there.
“What’s the matter?” Nyda asked as she turned, looking for a threat.
Richard glanced around. “I thought I felt something, but I guess it’s just the nature of this place.”
He bent to the woman. Her lips were covered in red froth. It was all too obvious that she was dead.
“Well, isn’t that something,” Nyda said. “You should have let me use my Agiel. If you had, we might have gotten answers.”
“I don’t want you using that thing on people unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
She regarded him with the singular, menacing look that all Mord-Sith seemed to be able to conjure at will. Richard knew that it was an aspect born in madness. He knew because he had once been lost in their world.
“It was necessary,” she said. “There is a growing threat to you. It is foolish to hesitate or to shy away from doing what is necessary to prevent that threat from harming you. If it harms you, it harms all of us. What threatens you threatens us all.”
Richard didn’t argue. He thought that maybe she was right. “I think that if you had used your Agiel she would have simply dropped dead right then.”
“Now we’ll never ever know.”
CHAPTER 19
Richard held his tongue. He wasn’t in the mood to argue about what was done and over and couldn’t be changed. He instead turned away from the dead woman and stepped over the high doorsill to the waiting captain.
“The woman is dead. Take me to see the man who was put in here this morning, the jeweler, before he too drops dead.”
The captain glanced through the open door, perhaps expecting to see blood, then gestured. “It’s the cell down there, Lord Rahl, across the way.”
In short order he had the outer door unlocked and the key turning the lock of the second door. After looking through the small hole in the door, he pulled it open.
Nyda cut in front of Richard and went in ahead of him, lantern in one hand and Agiel at the ready in the other.
“You bastard!” the man cried as he went for Richard when he stepped inside.
Nyda’s Agiel caught him across the throat. He fell back with a shriek, pressing his hands to his throat as he gasped in agony.
This time Richard didn’t protest Nyda’s use of her Agiel. The man had given her ample cause.
Richard was losing his patience and didn’t waste any time with formalities. “You tried to kill your family today. Why?”
“Because of what’s going to happen to them, that’s why.” His voice was hoarse and gravelly from the lingering effects of the Agiel. His eyes bulged with anger. “It’s your fault!” Blood came out with his words.
“And how do you figure it’s my fault?”
The man jabbed a finger toward Richard. “Because you won’t listen to prophecy.” He had to swallow back the pain and blood. It was lowering his voice, but not his fury. “You think you’re too important to heed prophecy. You think you know better.”
“I know a great deal about prophecy,” Richard said. “It isn’t as simple as you seem to think.”
“It is. I’ve had visions of the future before and they’re stone simple to understand. What’s more, they always come true.”
“What kind of visions have you had?”
The man was still comforting his throat. His anger cooled a little. He cast a wary look at Nyda before answering.
“Things such as having a feeling that a customer I hadn’t seen in a long time would come to me with a commission. He soon did. One time I was making a ring for a wealthy man, and while working on it I had a premonition that the man would die before the ring was finished. The next day the man died.”
“Those are different,” Richard said. “Those are small things, small foretellings. Those aren’t the same thing as prophecy.”
“They came true. They were foreknowledge and they came true, just as I had envisioned them.”
“Having a premonition that someone is going to return for more of your work is not the same as a vision that would cause you to try to murder your family.”
“Not murder! Mercy!”
The man sprang up, his hands going for Richard’s throat. Nyda dropped him with her Agiel. He hunched on the floor, arms folded across his chest, gasping in shuddering pain. She put a boot on his back and leaned down close.
“If you try that again I will make you sorry you were born. After I get done with you, you will curse my very existence until the day you die, but you will behave yourself. Do you understand me?”
The man, trembling in the lingering pain fro
m the touch of the Agiel, nodded as he panted, trying desperately to catch his breath. Nyda pushed him with her boot. He toppled back. Finally he sat up with his back against the wall, glaring at Richard.
“My family is going to suffer unimaginable torture because you keep me locked in here where I can’t give them a merciful end.”
“I heard all about your vision. Even if it was true, you are the one who will be responsible for their pain, either that of torture or the death you would inflict on them, all because you never stopped to think that there might be another way.”
The man blinked in confusion. “Another way? What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s say that you really do believe that your premonition is true, that men will come and torture your wife and children to try to make them reveal where your gold is hidden.”
“It is true!”
“Fine, let’s say it is. Then why didn’t you do something to protect your family?”
The man swallowed, still trying to recover his breath. “Protect them?”
“Yes. If you care so much about them then why wasn’t your first thought to protect them? Why wouldn’t you go to someone— the First File, or Nathan the prophet, or me?”
“No one would help me. No one would believe me or be able to prevent those murdering thieves from coming and grabbing my wife and children. My family will be tortured.”
“Because of you.” When the man frowned at Richard, he went on, “The men in your vision want to know where your gold is hidden. Your wife and children don’t know, so they can’t reveal the location. The thieves don’t believe them and try to torture the information out of them.”
“That’s right!” the man said, shaking his finger at Richard again. “They will suffer that torture and die because you don’t heed the vision and see that it’s true.”
“No, they will suffer it because you don’t believe it’s true.”
The man paused, confused. “But I do believe it’s true.”
