The pillars of creation

He crouched down as the goat, clearly in distress, came running, seeking comfort, and found it under a sheltering hand.

Stunned, Jennsen then heard other little bleats. Small little twin white goats came capering into the midst of all the people, into the middle of a deadly confrontation. They spooked at the sight of the man, turned, and at the sight of Jennsen, shrank back, crying out for their mother.

Betty bleated, calling to them. They spun and raced for her protection. With their mother there, they felt safe, and jumped up on Richard, eager for the reassuring touch their mother was getting.

Tom had stopped well back, waiting near a pillar as he watched, obviously intending to stay clear.

Jennsen thought that, surely, the world must have gone mad.

CHAPTER 60

"Betty,what are you doing?" Jennsen asked, unable to reconcile in her mind what was happening.

"Magic," Sister Perdita whispered from behind, in answer to Jennsen's puzzled tone. "It's his doing."

Could it be that Richard Rahl had bewitched even her goat-turned it against her?

Richard took a step toward her. Betty and her twins romped around his legs, having no conception of the life-and-death events taking place before them.

"Jennsen, use your head," Richard said. "Think for yourself. You have to help me, now. Step away from Kahlan."

"Kill him!" Sebastian whispered with vicious determination. "Do it, Jenn! Magic can't hurt you! Do it!"

Jennsen lifted her knife as Richard calmly watched her. She felt herself stepping toward him. When she killed him, then his magic would die, too, and Betty would know her once again.

Jennsen froze. Something was wrong. She turned to Sebastian.

"How do you know? How do you know that? I never told you that magic can't harm me."

"You too?" Oba called. He'd come closer. "We're both invincible, then! We can rule D'Hara together-but I'll be the king, of course. King

Oba Rahl. I'm not greedy, though. You could be a princess, maybe. Yes, I could let you be a princess, if you're good."

Jennsen's eyes turned back toward Sebastian's surprised face. "How do you know?"

"Jenn-I just-I thought," he stammered, trying to find an answer.

"Richard. ." It was Kahlan, waking, but groggy. "Richard, where are we?" She winced in pain, and cried out, even though no one touched her.

When Richard took a step toward her, Jennsen stepped back before her, brandishing her knife.

"If you want her, you must come through Jennsen," Sister Perdita said.

Richard watched her without emotion for a long moment. "No."

"You must!" the Sister growled. "You will have to kill Jermsen, or Kahlan will die!"

"Are you crazy!" Sebastian yelled at the Sister.

"Get ahold of yourself, Sebastian," the Sister snapped. "Salvation comes only through sacrifice. All of mankind is corrupt. One individual is unimportant-one life is meaningless. It matters not what happens to her-only her sacrifice matters."

Sebastian stared at her, unable to answer, unable to find a reason to argue for Jennsen's life.

"You'll have to kill Jennsen!" Sister Perdita shrieked as she turned back to Richard. "Or I will kill Kahlan!"

"Richard. ." Kahlan moaned, clearly not understanding where she was or what was happening.

"Kahlan," Richard said in a calm voice, "stay still."

"Last chance!" Sister Perdita screamed. "Last chance to save the Mother Confessor's precious life! Last chance before the Keeper has her! Stop him, Jermsen, while I kill his wife!"

Jennsen was staggered that the Sister would be encouraging him to kill her. It made no sense. It was Lord Rahl that the Sister wanted dead. It was Lord Rahl they all wanted dead.

Jennsen knew she had to end it. She couldn't be hurt by his magic. How Sebastian knew that, she couldn't fathom, but she had to end it, now, while she had the chance. Why the Sister was doing this, though, was a mystery.

Unless Sister Perdita was trying to anger Richard so that he would lash out with his magic, strike with his power at Jennsen, thus giving her the opening she finally needed.

That had to be it. Jennsen dared not wait.

Unleashing a cry of fury filled with a lifetime of hate, filled with the burning agony of her mother's murder, filled with the howling rage of the voice in her head, Jennsen launched herself at Richard.

She knew he would hurl his magic at her in order to save himself, unleash magic at her as he had unleashed it at the thousand men. He would be shocked that it didn't work, shocked as she burst through his deadly conjuring at the last instant to suddenly plunge her knife through his evil heart. He would know too late that she was invincible.

Screaming her rage, Jennsen flew at him.

She expected a horrific blast, expected to fly through the lightning, thunder, smoke, but it never came. He caught her wrist in his fist. Simple as that. He used no magic. He cast no spell. He invoked no wizardly power.

Jermsen had no immunity to muscle, and he had plenty of that.

"Calm down," Richard said.