tg.wizardfirstrule-第65部分

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e　had　e　across　a　shadow　floating　in　place　on　the　path。　They　didn't　move　or　seem　to　be　aware　of　him。　Richard　charged　through；　sword　first。　Even　without　faces；　they　had　seemed　surprised　as　they　howled　apart。
　
　Without　slowing　he　went　through　the　split　rock；　kicking　a　gripper　out　of　the　way。　On　the　other　side　he　stopped　to　catch　his　breath。　He　was　overwhelmed　with　relief　that　her　footprints　went　all　the　way。　Now；　back　on　the　forest　trail；　her　tracks　would　be　harder　to　see；　but　it　didn't　matter。　He　knew　where　she　was　going；　and　he　knew　she　was　safely　through　the　Narrows。　He　felt　like　crying　with　joy　in　the　knowledge　that　Kahlan　was　alive。
　
　He　knew　he　was　getting　closer　to　her；　the　mist　hadn't　yet　had　time　to　soften　the　sharp　edges　of　her　footprints；　the　way　it　had　when　he　had　first　found　them。　When　it　had　gotten　light；　she　must　have　followed　their　tracks　instead　of　using　the　walls　to　show　the　way；　or　else　he　would　have　caught　her　long　before　now。　Good　girl；　he　thought；　using　your　head。　He　would　make　a　woods　woman　of　her　yet。
　
　Richard　trotted　off　down　the　trail；　keeping　the　sword…and　his　anger…out。　He　didn't　waste　time　to　stop　and　look　for　signs　of　her　trail；　but　whenever　there　was　a　soft　or　muddy　patch；　he　looked　down；　checking；　as　he　slowed　a　little。　After　running　over　an　area　of　mossy　ground；　he　came　to　a　small　bare　patch　with　footprints。　He　gave　a　cursory　glance　as　he　went　by。　Something　he　saw　made　him　stop　so　suddenly　that　he　fell。　On　his　hands　and　knees；　he　peered　down　at　the　prints。　His　eyes　widened。
　
　Overlapping　part　of　her　footprint　was　a　man's　boot　print；　nearly　three　times　as　large　as　hers。　He　knew　without　a　doubt　who　it　belonged　to：　the　last　man　of　the　quad。
　
　Rage　brought　him　to　his　feet　scrambling　into　a　dead　run。　Branches　and　rock　flashed　by　in　a　blur。　His　only　concern　was　to　stay　on　the　trail　and　avoid　accidentally　running　into　the　boundary；　not　out　of　fear　for　himself；　but　because　he　knew　he　couldn't　help　Kahlan　if　he　got　himself　killed。　His　lungs　burned　for　air　as　his　chest　heaved　with　exertion。　The　anger　of　the　magic　made　him　ignore　his　exhaustion；　his　lack　of　sleep。
　
　Clambering　to　the　top　of　a　small　jut　of　rock；　he　saw　her　at　the　bottom　of　the　other　side。　For　an　instant；　he　froze。　Kahlan　stood　on　the　left；　feet　apart；　in　a　half　crouch；　a　rock　wall　at　her　back。　The　last　man　of　the　quad　stood　in　front　of　her；　to　Richard's　right。　Panic　slashed　through　his　anger。　The　man's　leather　uniform　glistened　in　the　wet。　The　hood　of　his　chain…mail　shirt　covered　his　head　of　blond　hair。　His　sword　rose　in　his　massive　fists；　and　muscles　stood　out　in　knots　along　his　arms。　He　howled　a　battle　cry。
　
　He　was　going　to　kill　her。
　
　Wrath　exploded　through　Richard's　mind。　He　screamed　〃No！〃　in　a　murderous　rage　as　he　leapt　off　the　rock。　With　both　hands　he　brought　the　Sword　of　Truth　up　while　still　in　midair。　When　he　hit　the　ground　he　recoiled；　swinging　it　around　from　behind；　in　an　arc。　The　sword　whistled　with　its　speed。　The　man　had　turned　as　Richard　hit　the　ground。　Seeing　Richard's　sword　ing；　he　brought　his　own　up　defensively　with　lightning　speed；　the　tendons　in　his　wrists　and　hands　making　a　popping　sound　as　he　did　so。
　
　Richard　watched　as　if　in　a　dream　as　his　sword　came　around。
　
　Every　ounce　of　his　strength　went　into　trying　to　make　the　sword　go　faster；　go　truer。　Be　deadlier。　The　magic　raged　with　his　need。　Richard　looked　from　the　man's　sword；　hard　into　the　steel　blue　eyes。　The　Seeker's　sword　followed　the　track　of　his　eyes。　He　heard　himself　still　screaming。　The　man　held　his　sword　straight　up；　to　deflect　the　blow。
　
　Everything　else　around　the　man　dissolved　in　Richard's　vision。　His　anger；　the　magic；　was　unleashed　like　never　before。　No　power　on　earth　could　deny　him　the　man's　blood。　Richard　was　beyond　all　reason。　Beyond　all　other　need。　Beyond　all　other　cause　for　living。　He　was　death；　brought　to　life
　
　Richard's　entire　life　force　focused　lethal　hatred　into　the　drive　of　his　sword。
　
　With　a　beat　of　his　heart　that　he　could　feel　in　the　straining　muscles　of　his　neck；　Richard　watched　out　of　his　peripheral　vision　with　expectant　elation　as　he　held　the　man's　blue　eyes；　watched　his　sword　finally　sweep　the　rest　of　the　agonizing　distance　around　in　a　smooth　arc；　at　long　last　contracting　the　enemy's　raised　sword。　He　saw　the　detail　of　it　shattering　ever　so。　slowly　in　a　burst　of　hot　fragments；　freeing　the　bulk　of　the　severed　blade　to　lift　into　the　air；　twisting　as　it　went；　its　polished　surface　glinting　in　the　light　with　a　flash　upon　each　of　the　three　revolutions　it　made　before　the　Seeker's　sword；　with　all　the　power　of　his　rage　and　the　magic　behind　it；　reached　the　man's　head；　contacting　the　chain　mail；　making　the　head　deflect　only　the　tiniest　bit　before　the　sword　exploded　through　the　steel　links　of　the　mail；　through　the　man's　head　at　eye　level；　filling　the　air　with　a　shower　of　steel　pieces　and　links。
　
　The　misty　morning　erupted　with　a　burst　of　red　fog　that　made　Richard　feel　a　flush　of　exhilaration　as　he　watched　clumps　of　blond　hair　and　bone　and　brain　tumble　madly　away　as　the　blade　continued　its　sweep　through　the　crimson　air；　clearing　the　last　ragged　fragments　of　the　enemy's　skull；　continuing　its　journey　around；　while　the　body　with　only　a　neck　and　jaw　and　little　else　recognizable　above　that；　began　dropping　away　as　if　all　its　bones　had　dissolved；　leaving　nothing　to　hold　it　up；　finally　hitting　the　ground　with　a　hard　jolt。　Globs　of　blood　were　flung　up　into　the'　air　in　long　strings　which　finally　arced　and　fell　back　to　the　ground　and　onto　Richard；　offering　the　victor　the　hot　satisfying　taste　of　it　in　his　mouth　where　some　of　it　had　landed　as　he　screamed　his　rage。　More　pumped　thick　and　copious　out　into　the　dirt　at　the　same　time　as　bits　of　steel　from　the　chain　mail　and　shattered　sword　rained　to　earth　while　other　bits　of　bone　and　steel　that　had　already　flown　past　Richard　bounced　and　skittered　across　the；　rock　behind　him　and　still　more　bone　and　brain　and　blood　from　up　in　the　air　fell　back　at　last　onto　the　ground　all　about〃　tinting　everything　a　rich　red。
　
　The　bringer　of　death　stood　victorious　over　the　object　of　his　hate　and　rage；　soaked　in　blood　and　the　glory　of　joy　such　as　he　had　never　imagined。　His　chest　heaved　in　rapture。　Bringing　the　sword　to　the　front　again；　he　checked　for　any　other　threat。　There　was　none。
　
　And　then　the　world　imploded　upon　him。
　
　Everything　about　jolted　back　into　his　sight。　Richard　saw　a　wide…eyed　look　of　shock　on　Kahlan's　face　before　the　pain　took　him　to　his　knees；　ripping　through　him；　doubling　him　over。
　
　The　Sword　of　Truth　dropped　from　his　hands。
　
　Sudden　realization　of　what　he　had　done　slashed　through　him。　He　had　killed　a　man。　Worse；　he　had　killed　a　man　he　had　wanted　to　kill。　It　didn't　matter　that　he　was　protecting　another　life；　he　had　wanted　to　kill。　Had　reveled　in　it。　He　would　have　allowed　nothing　t9　deny　him　the　killing。
　
　The　vision　of　his　sword　exploding　through　the　man's　head　flashed　over　and　over　in　his　mind。　He　couldn't　make　it　stop。
　
　In　searing　pain　like　none　he　had　ever　known　he　clutched　his　arms　across　his　abdomen。　His　mouth　was　open；　but　no　scream　came　forth。　He　tried　to　let　himself　lose　consciousness　to　stop　the　pain；　but　could　not。　Nothing　else　existed　but　the　pain；　just　as　nothing　else　had　existed；　in　his　desire　to　kill；　but　the　man。
　
　The　pain　whited　his　vision　out。　He　was　blind。　Fire　burned　through　every　muscle；　bone；　and　organ　of　his　body；　consuming　him；　taking　his　breath　from　his　lungs；　choking　him　in　convulsing　agony。　He　fell　to　his　side　on　the　ground；　his　knees　pulled　up　to　his　chest；　the　screams　ing　at　last　in　pain　now　as　he　had　screamed　in　rage　before。　Richard　felt　the　life　being　drawn　from　him。　Through　the　anguish　and　hurt；　he　knew　that　if　this　went　on　he　wasn't　going　to　be　able　to　retain　his　sanity；　or　worse；　his　life。　The　power　of　the　magic　was　crushing　him。　He　could　never　have　imagined　that　this　level　of　pain　existed；　now　he　couldn't　imagine　it　ever　leaving。　He　felt　it　stripping　his　sanity　from　him。　In　his　mind；　he　begged　for　death。　If　something　didn't　change；　and　quick；　he　would　have　it；　one　way　or　…another。
　
　In　the　fog　of　agony；　a　realization　came　to　him；　he　recognized　the　pain。　It　was　the　same　as　the　anger。　It　coursed　through　him　the　same　way　as　the　anger　from　the　sword。　He　knew　that　feeling　well　enough；　it　was　the　magic。　Once　he　recognized　it　as　the　magic；　he　urgently　tried　to　take　control　of　it；　the　way　he　had　learned　to　control　the　anger。　This　time　he　knew　he　must　win　control；　or　die。　He　reasoned　with　himself；　came　to　prehend　the　need　of　what　he　had　done；　horrible　as　it　was。　The　man　had　sentenced　himself　to　death　with　his　own　intent　to　kill。
　
　At　last；　he　was　able　to　put　away　the　pain；　as　he　had　learned　to　put　away　the　anger。　Relief　washed　over　him。　He　had　won　both　battles。　The　pain　lifted；　and　was　gone。
　
　Lying　on　his　back；　panting；　he　felt　the　world　e　rushing　back。　Kahlan　was　kneeling　beside　him；　wiping　a　cool；　damp　cloth　over　his　face。　Wiping　off　the　blood。　Her　brow　was　wrinkled；　tears　ran　down　her　cheeks。　Splatters　of　the　man's　blood　lay　in　long　streaks　across　her　face。
　
　Richard　rose　to　his　knees　and　took　the　cloth　from　her　hand；　to　wipe　her　face；　as　if　to　wipe　from　her　mind　the　sight　of　wha