Stone of Tears

Kahlan glared up at a smirking Wizard Ranson. “Get on with it! Chop off my head! I’m sickened with this travesty of truth! You and your Imperial Order win. Kill me, so I may be rid of this life, and go to the spirit world, where I will not have to suffer to help anyone. I confess to everything. Execute me. I am guilty of it all.” She looked down at the body at her feet. “Except killing this Keltish pig. I wish, now, that I had killed him, but unfortunately, I can’t claim credit.”

Ranson lifted an eyebrow. “A liar to the end, Mother Confessor; you cannot even admit the truth of this murder.”

Lady Ordith came in, her nose in the air, and testified that she had heard Kahlan threaten Prince Fyren only the night before. The council all spoke up, that they, too, had heard her threaten to cut his throat.

“This is your proof?” Kahlan asked.

Ranson gestured to the side. “Bring in the witness. You see, Mother Confessor, we know the truth. One of your former friends wanted to help hide the truth of your ways, and we had to use extreme measures to make her cooperate, but in the end, she did.”

A shaking Mistress Sanderholt was led into the chamber. Guards stood to each side of her stooped, thin frame. Her face was drawn, her red eyes heavy with dark bags underneath. Her familiar vitality was gone. Swaying slightly, she looked as if she could hardly stand without aid.

Mistress Sanderholt held her mangled hands out, in fear they would touch anything. All her fingernails had been pulled off with tongs. Bile rose in Kahlan’s throat.

A stern-faced Neville Ranson looked down at the woman. “Tell us what you know of this murder.”

Mistress Sanderfiolt gazed unblinking up at him. She bit her lower lip. Her eyes filled with tears. It was obvious she didn’t want to speak.

Ranson slammed his fist on the desk. “speak! Or we will find you guilty of aiding the murderer!”

“Mistress Sanderholt,” Kahlan said softly. The woman’s eyes came to her. “Mistress Sanderholt, I know the truth, and you know the truth; that is all that matters. These people are going to do as they plan, with or without your help. I do not want you to suffer on my account. Please tell them what they wish to hear.”

Tears rolled down her face. “But…”

Kahlan straightened her back. “Mistress Sanderholt, as Mother Confessor, I command you to testify against me.”

Mistress Sanderholt gave her a twitch of a smile. She turned her face up to the council. “I saw the Mother Confessor sneak up behind Prince Fyren. She cut his throat before he knew she was there. She offered him no chance to defend himself.”

Ranson smiled down and nodded. Thank you, Mistress Sanderholt. And you were her friend, but you came forward and agreed to testify, because you wanted the council, and the people, to know the truth?”

More tears streamed down. “Yes. Though I loved her, I had to tell the people the truth of her murderous ways.”

After she was escorted out, and the council had unanimously found Kahlan culpable, Ranson stood, lifting his hand for silence before addressing the people.

The Mother Confessor has been found guilty of all charges!” Everyone hooted and hollered their satisfaction. They shouted for an immediate execution. The Mother Confessor will be executed, but not this day.” He held his hand up angrily against the protests. They quieted. “she has committed crimes against all the people. They must be given a chance to hear of justice being done. They must be given a chance to come to the beheading. It will be held in a few days, when everyone harmed by this criminal has had a chance to come to see her executed.”

Neville Ranson stepped down and came around the dais. He stood in front of her, looking into her eyes. He spoke quietly, to her, and not to the crowd.

“You would think to use your power on me, Mother Confessor?”

That had been exactly what she had been thinking, to use her power knowing she would die in the process. But she said nothing.

Ranson’s smile was cold and cruel. “You shall not have the chance. I am going to strip you of three things. First, your power and its symbol. Second, your dignity. Third, your life.”

Kahlan threw herself at him. He stood, his hands clasped, and watched as she was able to move only inches before she was mired in a thickness of air that held her tight. She fought unsuccessfully against the staggering power that held her.

The wizard lifted his hands. Kahlan saw a flash. She cried out as she felt a cold shock flood through her body. It felt as if she had plunged naked into an icy river. She shivered violently. The sting of cold brought tears to her eyes. The cold pain felt as if it could grow no worse, could hurt no more, but then it did.

It felt as if her insides ripped, as if her heart were being torn from her chest. She screamed in pain. Stunned by the shock of it, she realized she was on her knees. Ranson was holding his hands out, over her head.

When the pain lifted, she felt tingling panic.

Her power was gone.