Stone of Tears

The truth of that took some of the steam out of him. Sister Verna certainly seemed to know about witch women. In fact, she seemed to share his own view of them. “she seemed pretty sure of what she was saying. She was afraid.”

“I am sure she was. A wise person is always afraid of the Nameless One. But I wouldn’t put much stock in what she says.”

“It’s not just what she says. Other things have happened, too.”

She looked over curiously. “such as?”

“A screeling.”

She set her calm brown eyes back ahead. “A screeling. You have seen a screeling, yes?”

“Seen it! It attacked me! Screelings are from the underworld. They are sent by the Nameless One. It was sent through a tear in the veil, to kill me!”

Her smile returned. “You have quite an imagination, Richard. You have listened to too many children’s songs.”

He restrained his renewed anger. “What do you mean?”

“Screelings are indeed from the underworld, as are other beasts. The heart hounds, for example. But they are not “sent.” They simply escape. We live in a world that lies between good and evil; between the light and the dark. The Creator did not intend this to be a perfect world, safe from all harm. We cannot understand His reasons, always, but He has them, and He is perfect. Perhaps the Screelings are meant to show us the dark side. I don’t know. But I do know they are simply an evil that sometimes comes. I have seen this happen before to ones with the gift. It is possible that the gift draws them. A test perhaps. A warning, perhaps, of the rancid evil that awaits those who stray from the light.”

“But… there are prophecies that say they are sent when the veil is torn, sent by the Nameless One.”

“How could that be, Richard? Has the veil ever been torn before?”

“How should I know?” He thought a minute. “But I don’t see how it could have been. If it were, how could it have been mended? And it wouldn’t have gone unnoticed. What are you getting at?”

“Well, if the veil has never been torn, how could the screel-ings have been sent before? How would we know what they were? How could they have a name already put to them?”

It was Richard’s turn to frown. “Maybe we only know them as screelings because they have been named in the prophecy.”

“You have read this prophecy?”

“Well, no. Kahlan told it to me.”

“And she read it herself, with her own eyes, yes?”

“No. She learned it when she was young.” Richard’s irritated frown deepened. “In a song. She learned it from wizards.”

“In a song.” Sister Verna didn’t look over, but her smile widened. “Richard, I do not mean to belittle your fears, but things repeated, over and over, especially in a song, have a way of changing.

“As for prophecies, well, they are harder to understand than a witch woman. We have vaults full of them at the palace. As part of your studies, perhaps you will be allowed to work with them. I have read all of them we have, and I can tell you that they are beyond the minds of most. If you aren’t cautious, you can find a prophecy that will say whatever you want to hear. Or at least you will think it is what you want to hear. Some wizards devote their lives to the study of them, and yet even they understand only a tiny fraction of their truth.”

“This is a danger not to be taken so lightly.”

“Do you think the veil is torn that simply? Have faith, Richard. The Creator placed the veil. Have faith in Him.”

Richard rode in silence for a time. Sister Verna did seem to make sense. He felt as if his understanding of the world was tilting.

But it was difficult for him to think too hard on the subject; Kahlan kept creeping back into his mind. His anguish at her wanting him to put on a collar to prove his love, knowing it would take him from her, tore at his heart. The betrayal burned painfully in his chest.

He picked at the reins with his thumbnail. At last he turned once more to the Sister. “That’s not all. I haven’t told you the worst of it.”

She smiled a motherly smile. “There is more? Tell me then. Perhaps I can put your fears to rest.”

Richard let out a deep breath, trying to release at least a little of the pain with it. “The man I killed, Darken Rahl, my father, well, when he died, he was sent to the underworld. To the Kee… the Nameless One. Last night, he escaped. Escaped through the tear in the veil. He is back in this world, back to tear the veil the rest of the way.”

“And you know he was sent to the Nameless One. You were in the underworld to see him arrive there, at the side of the Nameless One, yes?”

The woman had a way of poking his temper awake. He tried to ignore the sting of the jab. “I talked to him when he came back to this world. He told me. He told me he was here to tear the veil the rest of the way. He said the Keeper would have us all. A dead man, come back to this world. Do you see? The only way his spirit could be here is if he came through the veil.”

“You were just sitting there, and this dead man walked up and spoke to you, yes?”