rom the nearness of the strike。
When the lightning tore the dark wall open for an instant； Richard saw Kahlan。 She was standing； watching him。 And then she was gone。
‘Kahlan？’
Sister Verna reversed course。 ‘This way。 Now！ Richard； I told you； it is not real。 Whatever you saw； you must ignore it。’
He knew it was an illusion； but the sight ran a sharp pang of longing through him。 He groaned inwardly。 Why did the magic have to attract him with visions of her？ His own mind； Sister Verna had said； would bring forth the things he feared； or those for which he longed。 Which was this； he wondered； fear or longing？
‘Is the lightning real？’
‘Real enough to kill us。 But it’s not lightning in the sense of what you know。 This is a storm of spells that are battling each other。 The lightning is a discharge of their power as they fight each other。 At the same time； it also seeks to destroy any intruder。 Our way is among the gaps in their battle。’
Again； he heard the distant scream of his name； but it wasn’t Kahlan’s voice。 It was a man’s voice。
Another lightning bolt struck directly in front of them。 He and the Sister both protectively threw an arm up before their faces。 The horses didn’t start。 It must be as the Sister said； horses would have panicked had it been real lightning。
As the dirt thrown up by the lightning rained down around them； Sister Verna turned and snatched him by his shirtsleeve。
‘Richard； listen to me。 Something is wrong。 The way is shifting too fast。 I’m not able to feel it as I should be able to。’
‘Why would that be？ You’ve been through here before。 You were able to do it before。’
‘I don’t know。 We don’t know a great deal about this place。 It’s tainted with magic we don’t entirely understand。 It could be that the magic has learned to recognize me； from when I was here before。 Going through more than twice is not possible。 Going through the second time is said to be more difficult than the first。 It could just be that。 But it might be something else。’
‘What something else？ You mean me？’
Her eyes glanced past him to things she was seeing； but he knew weren’t there。 She refocused her gaze on him。 ‘No； not you。 If it were you； I would still be able to feel the pass as I did before； but I can’t。 I can only feel it some of the time。 I think it’s because of what happened with Sisters Elizabeth and Grace。’
‘What do they have to do with it？’
The dark storm was all about them now； swirling and howling。 Their clothes flapped in the gusts。 He had to squint against the dust。
‘In their death； they passed on their gift。 That is the reason they gave their lives when you refused the offer； to pass their gift to the next； to make her stronger so she might succeed at the next try。’
That was why he had felt the pull to accept the collar more strongly each time the offer had been made。 Kahlan had said that that might have been the reason they killed themselves when he refused … to add to their power； make them stronger。
‘You mean you have the power； the Han； of the other Sisters？’
She nodded as her eyes darted about。 ‘It gives me the power of all three。’ Her eyes came back to his。 ‘It could be that I have too much power to make it through。’ She clutched his shirt tighter and pulled him closer to her face。 ‘If I don’t make it； you must go on alone； try to make it on your own。’
‘What！ I don’t know how to make it through。 I don’t feel anything of the spells about us。’
‘Don’t argue with me！ You felt the lightning。 You felt that much of it。 One without the gift would not feel it until it was too late。 You must try。’
‘Sister； you will be all right。 You will sense the way。’
‘But if I don’t； you must try。 Ignore anything you see that tempts you。 Richard； if I die； you must try to make it through； to the Palace of the Prophets。’
‘If anything happens to you； I’ll try to make it back to the Midlands。 It’s closer。’
She gave a sharp tug on his shirt。 ‘No！ Must you always challenge what I tell you？’ She scowled at him a moment before letting her expression cool。 ‘Richard； if you don’t have a Sister to teach you to control the gift； you will die。 The collar alone will not save you。 You must have a sister for the Rada’Han to be of use。 Without a Sister； it would be like having lungs； but no air to fill them。 We are the air。 Some of us have already given our lives to help you。 Don’t let them die in vain。’
He took her hand from his shirt and gave it a gentle squeeze。 ‘You’re going to make it。 I promise you； you’ll make it。 If there is anything I can do to help； I’ll try。 Don’t be afraid。 Ignore what you’re seeing。 Isn’t that what you said？’
She released an exasperated breath and then took her hand back； turning away。 ‘You don’t know the things I see。’ She looked over her shoulder； squinting at him。 ‘Don’t test me； Richard； I’m not in the mood。 You do as you’re told。’
Richard heard the thunder of horse’s hooves as Sister Verna quickly led them ahead。 The darkness swirled around them as lightning crackled through it。 He found it difficult to accept the calmness of the horses。 Could it be that he really was using the gift to feel it？
To his left； the wall of dust lifted。 Light beyond shone through。 Richard stared at the sight。 It was the Hartland Woods； the woods he knew； longed to return to。 They were here before him。 He had only to step through。 The peace of the place he stared at made him ache with longing； as if stepping through to them would be his salvation。
But he knew it was an illusion； a spell of longing meant to trap him； and let him wander for all time in ensorcellment。 He wondered what would be so bad about that； even if it wasn’t real。 If it was a place he loved； and he would be happy there； what would be so bad about that？
He heard his name called again； again in a scream。 Horses’ hooves were almost upon him。 He spun around； realizing it was Chase’s voice screaming his name。
‘Ignore it； Richard；’ came the Sister’s growl。 ‘Keep moving。’
Richard longed for his friend as much as he longed for the Hartland Woods。 He walked backward； watching。
Chase was riding at a full gallop； his black cloak flying behind； his weapons glinting in the light of the merciless sun。 The horse was covered with lather。 Someone else was with him； in his lap。 Richard squinted； trying to see better； and realized it was Rachel。 That was natural； Rachel would be with Chase。 Rachel was screaming his name； too。 Richard watched the illusion as it bore down upon him。
Something about Rachel riveted his attention。 Something about her gave Richard the strong sense of Zedd’s presence。 His eyes were lured to an amber stone hanging by a gold chain about her neck。 The sight of the stone drew Richard’s interest as if it were Zedd himself calling to him。
‘Richard！’ Chase was screaming。 ‘Don’t go in there！ Don’t go in there！ Zedd needs you！ The veil is torn！ Richard！’
Chase suddenly drew the horse to a skidding stop。 Richard took slow； backward steps as he watched the illusion。 Chase had gone calm； and was no longer screaming。 With Rachel in his arms he dismounted； looking about in wonder。 The dust was passing between them again； and Richard was having difficulty seeing his old friend。 Chase set Rachel down and took her hand as they both turned about； staring off at nothing。 Richard thought that an odd thing for a vision to do； but then decided it must just be a way of trying to entice him to go see what they were looking at。
Richard turned to the Sister as she called his name。 ‘e on； or I’ll make you wish I had left you here！ You mustn’t stop！’ She surveyed each side as she moved ahead。 This opening is closing around us。 Hurry； before we’re trapped。’
Richard glanced behind。 The vision was disappearing beyond the swirling darkness。 Chase and Rachel appeared to be walking off toward something。 The roiling clouds passed between Richard and the vision of his friends； and they were gone。
Richard trotted to catch up with Sister Verna。 He wondered at the reason for such an odd vision。 Why would the magic pick those two from his mind to tempt him？ They had seemed so real。 It had felt as if he could have reached out and touched the two of them。 Perhaps the magic was trying to seduce him in to following someone he trusted with his life。 But it had seemed so real； Chase had looked so desperate。
He cautioned himself to pay attention。 Of course it seemed real to him。 That was the whole purpose of the magic： to appear real in order to fool you； to draw you in。 It wouldn’t be very effective magic if it didn’t seem real。
Richard put a hand to Jessup’s flanks as he came up behind him； to let him know he was there and keep from startling him。 He ran the hand along the length of the muscular horse as he trotted by； pulling Bonnie and Geraldine along by their lines in his other hand。
Richard gave Jessup a pat on the neck as he went past。 Jessup dropped his head and once again browsed at grass that wasn’t there；