tg.stone of tears-第96部分

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　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　through？’
　
　‘One　or　two；　if　they　stayed　close　enough；　as　you　must。　Greater　numbers　would　surely　be　lost。　The　pockets　between　spells　are　not　large　enough　to　allow　many　to　follow。’
　
　Richard　thought　in　silence；　at　last　asking；　‘Why　hasn’t　anyone　destroyed　the　towers；　so　the　spells　could　dissipate？’
　
　‘We’ve　tried。　It　cannot　be　done。’
　
　‘Just　because　you　haven’t　found　a　way；　Sister；　that　doesn’t　mean　it　can’t　be　done。’
　
　She　gave　him　a　sharp　look。　‘The　towers；　and　the　spells；　were　created　with　the　aid　of　not　only　Additive　but　also　Sub…tractive　Magic。’
　
　Subtractive　Magic！　How　could　the　wizards　of　old　have　learned　to　use　Subtractive　Magic？　Wizards　didn’t　have　mand　of　Subtractive　Magic。　But　then；　Darken　Rahl　did。　Richard　gentled　his　tone。　‘How　can　the　towers　keep　the　spells　from　dissipating？’
　
　Sister　Verna　worked　her　thumbs　on　the　reins。　‘Each　tower　has　a　wizard’s　life　force　in　it。’
　
　Despite　the　heat；　Richard　felt　a　chill。　‘You　mean　to　say　that　a　wizard　gave　his　life　force　into　the　towers？’
　
　‘Worse。　Each　tower　contains　the　life　force　of　many　wizards。’
　
　Richard　stared　in　numb　shock　at　the　thought　of　wizards　giving　up　their　lives　to　invest　the　towers　with　their　life　force。　‘How　close　are　the　towers？’
　
　‘It　is　said　some　are　miles　apart；　some　only　yards。　They　are　spaced　according　to　the　fabric　of　lines　of　power　within　the　earth　itself。　We　don’t　understand　the　sense　of　this　alignment。　Since　entering　the　line　to　find　them　would　be　death；　we　don’t　even　know　how　many　towers　there　are。　We　know　of　only　the　few　in　this　valley。’
　
　Richard　squirmed　in　his　saddle。　‘Will　we　see　any　of　the　towers　when　we　cross？’
　
　There’s　no　way　to　tell。　The　gaps　shift　constantly。　Occasionally；　on　the　way　through；　the　openings　take　you　close　to　a　tower。　I　saw　one　on　my　first　journey　through。　Some　Sisters　never　saw　one。　I　hope　never　to　see　another。’
　
　Richard　realized　he　was　gripping　the　hilt　of　his　sword　with　his　left　hand。　The　raised　letters　of　the　word　TRUTH　bit　into　his　flesh。　He　relaxed　his　hand；　releasing　the　hilt。
　
　‘So；　what　can　we　expect　to　see？’
　
　Sister　Verna　broke　her　gaze　into　the　distance　and　redirected　it　to　him。　‘There　are　spells　of　every　sort。　Some　are　spells　of　despair。　To　be　snared　in　one　is　to　have　your　soul　wander　in　despair　for　all　time。　Some　are　spells　of　joy　and　delight；　in　which　one　is　lost　in　enchantment　for　all　time。　Some　are　pure　destruction；　and　will　tear　you　apart。　Some　will　show　you　things　you　fear；　to　make　you　run　into　the　clutches　of　things　that　lurk　behind。　Some　tempt　with　things　you　hope　for。　If　you　give　in　to　the　desire　。。。’　She　leaned　closer　to　him。　‘You　must　stay　close　to　me；　keep　going。　You　must　ignore　any　desire　you　have；　both　f