tg.stone of tears-第187部分

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　‘Warren　does　not　know　everything。　He　is　but　a　student。　He　has　a　talent　for　the　prophecies；　but　he　has　much　to　learn。
　
　‘Do　you　know　why　we　keep　the　prophecies　down　in　the　vaults；　and　restrict　who　may　read　them？　For　the　very　reason　we　are　having　this　discussion。　Because　prophecy　is　dangerous　to　the　untrained　mind；　and　sometimes　even　to　the　trained　mind。　There　is　more　to　things　than　you　see；　or　the　Keeper　would　have　us　already。’
　
　‘Are　you　saying　we’re　not　in　danger？’
　
　She　smiled　a　sly　smile。　‘We　are　always　in　danger；　Richard。　As　long　as　there　is　a　world　of　the　living；　there　will　be　danger。　All　life　is　mortal。’
　
　She　patted　his　arm　again。　‘You　are　an　important　person；　a　person　in　prophecy；　but　if　you　go　off　foolishly；　you　can　cause　more　harm　than　good。　The　Stone　of　Tears　being　in　this　world　cannot；　in　itself；　allow　the　Keeper　to　escape　through　the　gateway。　The　Stone　is　a　means　to　that　end。’
　
　‘I　hope　you’re　right；’　he　said　as　they　walked　on。
　
　She　glanced　up。　‘How　is　your　mother　doing？’
　
　Richard　looked　off　into　the　darkness。　‘She　died　when　I　was　young。　In　a　fire。’
　
　‘I’m　sorry；　Richard。　And　your　father？’
　
　‘Which　one；’　he　muttered。
　
　‘Your　stepfather；　George。’
　
　Richard　cleared　his　throat。　‘He　was　killed　by　Darken　Rahl。’　He　darted　her　a　sidelong　glance。　‘How　do　you　know　my　stepfather？’
　
　She　gave　him　one　of　those　timeless　looks　that　he　had　seen　from　others　before；　from　Adie；　Shota；　Sister　Verna；　Du　Chaillu；　and　Kahlan。　‘I’m　sorry；　Richard。　I　didn’t　know　he　had　died。　George　Cypher　was　quite　a　man。’
　
　He　came　to　a　stop；　his　flesh　atingle。　‘You；’　he　whispered。　‘You　are　how　my　father　got　that　book。’　He　left　the　statement　vague　enough　that　she　would　have　to　fill　in　the　details　to　confirm　it。
　
　A　little　of　her　smile　came　back。　‘Afraid　to　say　it　out　loud？　The　Book　of　Counted　Shadows；　that　is　the　book　you　are　speaking　of　She　gestured　to　a　stone　bench。　‘Sit　down；　Richard；　before　you　fall　down。’
　
　Richard　slumped　to　the　bench。　He　looked　up　as　she　stood　before　him。　‘You？　You　gave　that　book　to　my　father？’
　
　Actually；　I　helped　him　get　it。　You　see；　Richard；　as　I　told　you；　you　and　I　are　old　acquaintances。　Of　course；　the　last　time　I　saw　you；　you　were　bawling　your　head　off。　Only　a　few　months　old；　you　were。’
　
　She　smiled　distantly。　‘If　your　mother　could　see　you　now。　She　was　bursting　with　pride　over　you。　She　said　your　were　the　blessing　to　balance　the　curse。　You　see；　Richard；　balance　is　what　the　world　of　the　living　is　all　about。　You　are　a　child　of　balance。　I　have　much　invested　in　you。’
　
　Richard’s　tongue　seemed　stuck　to　the　top　of　his　mouth。　‘Why？’
　
　‘Because　you　are　a　pebble　in　the　pond。’　Her　eyes　seemed　to　go　out　of　focus。　‘Over　three　thousand　years　ago；　wizards　had　Subtractive　Magic。　None　since　has　been　born　with　it。　We　have　been　hoping；　but　none；　until　now；　has　e　into　this　life。　A　few　have　had　the　calling；　but　not　the　gift　of　it。　You　have　the　gift　for　both　Additive　and　Subtractive　Magic。’
　
　Richard　shot　to　his　feet。　‘What！　Are　you　mad！’
　
　‘Sit　down；　Richard。’
　
　The　quiet　power　of　her　voice；　her　penetrating　gaze；　her　presence；　made　him　sink　to　the　bench。　For　some　reason；　she　seemed　suddenly　very　big　to　him。　She　was　the　same　size　as　before；　but　it　felt　as　if　she　towered　over　him。　Her　voice　became　imposing；　too。
　
　‘Now；　you　listen　to　me。　You　are　causing　me　a　great　deal　of　trouble。　You　are　like　a　bull　that　keeps　knocking　down　fences　and　trampling　the　crops。　Too　much　is　at　stake　to　have　you　acting　without　knowing　what　you　are　doing。　I　know　you　think　you　are　doing　right；　but　so　does　the　bull。　Your　problem　is　lack　of　knowledge。　I　intend　to　give　you　an　education。
　
　Though　you　will　not　believe　some　of　what　I　have　to　tell　you；　you　had　better　e　to　accept　it；　or　you　will　be　in　that　collar　a　good　long　time；　because　it　cannot　e　off　until　you　accept　the　truth。’
　
　‘I　was　told　the　Sisters　took　the　collar　off。’
　
　The　look　in　her　eyes　made　him　wish　he　had　kept　his　mouth　closed；　or　that　he　could　trade　places　with　the　two　Sisters　who　were　to　take　a　public　strapping。
　
　‘Only　when　you　accept　yourself；　accept　your　ability；　your　true　power；　will　it　e　off。　You　put　the　Rada’Han　around　your　own　neck。　We　don’t　have　the　power　to　take　it　off　until　you　can　help　us；　with　your　own　power。　The　only　way　you　can　do　that　is　to　learn；　and　to　accept　who　you　are。
　
　‘Now；　first　of　all；　you　must　understand　about　the　Keeper；　and　the　Creator；　and　the　nature　of　this　world。　Your　problem；　the　problem　most　people　have；　the　problem　Warren　has；　is　that　you　try　to　understand　the　worlds　beyond　in　terms　of　this　world。
　
　‘Good　and　evil；　the　Creator　and　the　Keeper；　are　chaos　divided　into　two　opposing　forces。　Although　each　abhors　the　other；　they　are　interdependent；　and　cannot　exist　one　without　the　other。　They　define　each　other。　The　struggle；　our　struggle　in　this　world；　is　maintaining　the　balance。’
　
　Although　Richard　kept　his　mouth　shut；　he　couldn’t　keep　the　frown　from　his　face。
　
　‘From　the　Creator　springs　life；　the　soul　of　life。　It　blooms　into　this　world。　Without　the　Keeper；　without　death；　there　can　be　no　life。　Without　death；　life　would　be　open…ended。
　
　‘Can　you　even　imagine　a　world　in　which　no　one　ever　died？　Where　every　child　born　lives？　Forever？　Where　every　plant　that　sprouts　flourishes？　Where　every　tree　lives　forever；　and　every　seedling　sprouts　and　grows　to　a　tree？
　
　‘What　would　happen？　How　could　we　eat；　if　we　could　kill　no　animal；　or　harvest　no　crop；　if　it　all　lived　forever　and　could　not　die？　A　never…ending　life　of　gnawing；　ravenous　hunger？　The　world　of　the　living　would　be　consumed　by　chaos；　and　destroy　itself　forever。
　
　‘Death；　the　underworld　as　some　call　it；　is　eternal。　You　think　of　it　in　terms　of　this　life。　In　eternity；　time　has　no　meaning；　no　dimension。　To　the　Keeper；　a　second；　or　a　year；　has　no　meaning。
　
　‘It　is　through　those　in　this　world；　who　serve　him；　that　the　Keeper　is　given　the　dimension　of　time。　It　is　their　urgency　that　drives　his　struggle；　because　they　understand　time。　He　needs　the　living　if　he　is　to　succeed。　His　promises　to　those　who　help　him　are　seductive；　and　they　hunger　for　his　triumph。’
　
　‘So　what　part　do　the　living　play　in　this？’
　
　‘We　divide　and　define　the　chaos　with　order；　and　keep　it　separated：　light　and　dark；　love　and　hate；　good　and　evil。　We　are　the　balance。
　
　‘We　are　like　the　duck　weed　floating　on　the　surface　of　the　pond。　The　air　above　is　the　Creator；　the　depths　below；　the　Keeper。　The　souls　of　the　living；　which　have　e　down　from　the　Creator；　blossom　to　life　in　this　place；　and　when　they　die；　they　descend　to　the　world　of　the　dead。
　
　‘But　that　does　not　mean　it　is　evil。　Evil　is　a　judgment　we　put　on　it。　The　Keeper　is　like　the　muck　at　the　bottom　of　the　pond。　Spirits　of　the　dead　reside　anywhere　from　the　depths　of　that　chaos　and　hate；　near　the　Keeper；　to　near　the　living；　near　the　light　of　the　Creator。　It　is　the　hope　of　the　living　to　spend　eternity　in　the　warmth　of　that　light。
　
　‘It　is　we；　the　living；　who　separate；　and　define　the　worlds　to　each　side　of　life。　Magic　is　the　element　that　gives　this　world　the　power　to　do　that。　Magic　is　the　balance　point。
　
　The　Keeper　would　like　to　swallow　the　world　of　the　living；　to　triumph。　To　do　that；　he　must　eliminate　magic。　But　at　the　same　time；　in　order　to　triumph；　he　must　use　magic　to　tip　the　balance。’
　
　Richard　struggled　to　keep　his　head　above　the　murky　waters　of　confusion。　‘And　wizards　have　the　power　to　influence　this　balance？’
　
　She　was　still　leaning　over　him。　She　held　up　a　finger。　‘Yes。　You　have　both　sides　of　the　magic。’　Her　smile　evaporated　in　a　way　that　took　his　breath　with　it。　‘That　makes　you　an　extremely　dangerous　person；　Richard。
　
　‘You　have　both　sides　of　the　gift；　you　have　the　power　to　mend；　or　destroy　the　veil。　There　are　good　people　who；　if　they　knew　of　your　power；　would　kill　you　in　a　twinkling　for　fear　you　might　destroy　us　all；　if　not　deliberately；　by　accident。’
　
　‘And　you？　Are　you　one　of　those？’
　
　‘If　I　were；　I　would　not　have　helped　your　father　get　the　Book　of　Counted　Shadows。　Your　involvement　stopped　the　immediate　threat；　but　it　also　fed　the　gateway　magic；　and　chances　greater　danger　in　the　future。　It　was　a　risk　I　had　to　take；　because　the　consequences　of　not　doing　so　would　have　been　disaster。　But　if　what　has　happened　is　not　fixed；　it　will　be　greater　disaster　in　the　end。’
　
　‘What　is　the　veil？　Where　is　it？’
　
　She　reached　out　and　tapped　his　forehead。　The　veil　is　within　those　of　us　with　magic。　We　are　its　custodians。　That　is　why　balance　means　so　much　to　those　with　the　gift。　When　the　veil　is　torn；　the　balance　is　tipped。　The　further　it　tips；　the　more　the　veil　tears。
　
　‘The　Creator　rules　his　domain；　the　Keeper；　his。　The　Keeper　needs　the　Creator　to　feed　him　life；　the　Creator　needs　the　Keeper　to　allow　it　to　be　renewed。　The　veil　keeps　the　balance。’
　
　Her　face　was　grim。　This　view　would　be　considered　blasphemy　by　many。　They　see　the　Keeper　only　as　evil　that　must　be　destroyed。　But　to　do　so　would　ultimately　acplish　the　opposite　…　all　life　being　swept　away　like　a　sandbar　in　a　river　flood。’
　
　‘Just　for　the　sake　of　argument；　what　if　I　did　have　both　kinds　of　magic？　What　is　my　power　for？’
　
　‘Most　wizards　have　a　talent　that　leans　in　a　particular　direction。　Some　are　healers；　some　make　things　of　magic；　more　rare　are　prophets。　The　most　rare　are　war　wizards。　There　has　not　been　one　born　in　over　three　thousand　years。　Until　you。’
　
　Richard　wiped　his　sweaty　palms　on　his　pant　legs。　‘I　don’t　like　the　sound　of　that。’
　
　‘War　wizard　has　two　meanings　which　balance　each　other；　as　in　all　things　magic。　The　first　meaning　is　that　they　can　tear　the　veil；　bring　destruction　and　death　…　war。　And　the　second　is　that　they　have　the　magic　needed　to　fight　against　the　powers　of　the　Keeper。　Being　a　war　wizard　does　not　mean　you　are　evil；　Richard。　Many　who　fight　do　so　to　protect　those　who　are　defenseless。　It　means　you　have　the　capacity　to　care　enough　to　fight；　to　defend　the　innocent。’
　
　‘‘Lest　he　who’s　born　true　can　fight　for　life’s　bond。　And　that　one　is　marked；　he’s　the　pebble　in　the　pond。’’　Richard　quoted。
　
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