tg.stone of tears-第220节
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n his back at one edge of the clearing； Liliana at the other。 The Sword of Truth was in the center。 The mriswith and the other creature melted back into the darkness among the trees。
Richard gasped for air。 He sat up and shook his head。 The statue lay on the ground in the center； near his sword。 The orange glow was gone。
Liliana floated upward without effort。 It looked as if an invisible hand had lifted her gently to her feet。 The sight raised hackles on the back of his neck。
She smiled wickedly。 Richard hadn’t thought Liliana to be capable of such a vile grin。 It made his toes curl in his boots。
‘Oh； Richard； I was so close。 I’ve never experienced anything like it。 You have no idea of the glory of what you have。 But I will have it yet。’
Richard glanced to the sides； trying to decide which way to run。 He felt like a fool； and at the same time was overe by a sense of profound loss。 ‘Liliana； I trusted you。 I thought you cared for me。’
She lifted an eyebrow。 ‘Did you？’ The slow smile returned。 ‘Maybe I did。 Maybe that’s why I was doing it the easy way。 Now we do it the hard way。’
Richard blinked。 ‘What do you mean； the hard way？’
The quillion would have been the easy way。 I have taken on the gift from many a male。 But you resisted where they could not。 Now I must skin you alive to have your gift。 First； I will have to disable you。 You will lie helpless； as I do it。’
She held out a hand。 A sword floated out from behind the big oak； out of the darkness； and into her hand。
With a shriek； she swept across the clearing toward him。 Her sword flashed in the moonlight。
Without thinking； Richard lifted his hand； calling his sword and its magic。 The response was instant。 The anger inundated him。 He felt the hilt slam into his palm as Lil…iana swung her sword。 The sword； the magic； the spirits； were with him。 He brought the blade up； blocking her strike。
Dimly； Richard wondered why his sword didn’t shatter hers。 But then he was moving。 The dance with death had begun。
He countered her strikes； and she his。 He evaded attacks that should have had him； and she thwarted attacks that should have had her。 She spun like the wind； slipping away at the last instant。 He felt as if he were fighting a shadow。 No human could move the way she did。 He could not move the way she did。
Behind； he felt the sudden； loathsome presence。 He checked the thrust of her blade； and spun； bringing the sword around with lightning speed。 For an instant； he saw a snarl of fangs； and a malicious glare； and then the sword made solid contact； and what was there was rendered unrecognizable as it disintegrated。
He felt her blade ing； and dove over the falling hulk。 Rolling to his feet； he returned the attack。 The night air rang over and over with the sound of steel on steel。
Richard realized that her blade must somehow be like his。 She had a weapon the match of the Sword of Truth。 Besides that； she had mand of magic he could only imagine。 He didn’t have to imagine long。
As the battle wound its way across the clearing； both straining with all the fury they could bring forth； she leapt back； and sent a bolt of fire racing toward him。 He dodged at the last instant； and it flew past； hitting a tree。 The trunk exploded in a shower of splinters。 The top of the tree crashed down around him； some of the branches knocking him from his feet。
Liliana slashed through branches as thick as his arms to get at him。 They splintered the way the trunk had。 Richard scrambled out from under and fought her back into the thick woods。
As they clashed over and over again while descending a steep hill； he began to analyze her tactics。 She fought ferociously； but without grace … like a soldier in bat among the lines。 He didn’t know how he knew that； except it had to e from the spirits of his sword’s magic。
The way she attacked； slashing and swinging； left her open for a thrusting counterattack。 Richard pressed that attack at her； but when he finally managed to thrust at her middle； the strike that should have found its mark slid to the side。 She was protected； somehow。 She had the use of magic he didn’t understand。
Richard was exhausted； and was fighting on the pure rage and fury of the magic。 She didn’t even seem winded。 ‘You can’t win； Richard。 I will have you。’
‘Why！ You can’t win in the end！’
‘I will have my reward。’
He ducked behind a tree； just missing a swing that sent wood chips flying。 ‘If you help the Keeper escape； he will swallow all life！’
‘You think so？ You think wrong。 He will reward those who serve him。 He will grant me things the Creator never could。’
He stabbed at her； but the sword slid to the side。 ‘He’s lying to you！’
Her blade whistled past his face。 Her calm； deliberate attacks were relentless。 ‘We have a bargain。 My oath seals it。’
‘And you believe he will keep his end？’
‘Join with us； Richard； and I will show you the glory that awaits those who serve him。 You can live forever。’
Richard leapt to the top of a rock。 ‘Never！’
She looked up with a cold detachment。 ‘I thought this would be pleasurable； but I find I am growing bored。’
Liliana swept a hand out。 Twisting； snaking lightning came from the hand； but it was not like any lightning he had ever seen before。
It was black lightning。
Instead of a bolt of light and heat； it was an undulating void； as dark as the night stone； as dark as the boxes of Orden； as dark as eternal death。 The dim； moonlit scene seemed a sunny day in parison。
Richard knew： he was seeing Subtractive Magic。
Liliana swept the black lightning across the rock beneath his feet。 It effortlessly sliced a smooth…edged void through the rock。 The remaining part he stood atop collapsed onto the half below。 Trees behind for a good distance； severed in the same way； by the same black bolt； crashed to the ground in a roar of noise。
Richard lost his footing and toppled backward onto the steep slope； tumbling down the hill。 He threw his arms out to stop himself when he hit the flat at the bottom； and immediately rolled over onto his back。 He looked up and gasped。
Liliana was standing right over him； her sword held high in both hands。 By where she was looking； he knew she intended to cut off his legs。 He froze at seeing her sword mence its descent。
What he was doing was not working。 He had to do something else； or he was going to die。
Her blade was a blur in the moonlight。 He released himself； gave sanction to his inner self； his gift。 He would surrender to whatever was there； or he would die。 It was his only chance。 He found the calm center within； and did its bidding。
He saw the Sword of Truth thrusting upward。 His knuckles were white with effort。 The sword was a white glow in the gloomy light。
With all his force； he drove the hissing white blade into Liliana； under her ribs。 When the tip severed her spine； ing out her back between her shoulder blades； she went limp。 Only his sword and strength held her upright。
Her mouth dropped open in a gasp。 Her sword fell； sticking in the ground to the side。 Her wide； pale eyes stared down at him。
‘I forgive you； Liliana；’ Richard whispered。
Her arms twitched in an uncoordinated manner。 Terror rilled her eyes。 She tried to speak； but only blood frothed forth。
There was an earsplitting crack； like a lightning strike； but instead of a flash of light； a ripple of total darkness swept through the forest。 Its touch made his heart skip a beat。 When it lifted； the moonlight seemed dazzling； and Liliana was dead。
Richard knew … the Keeper had taken her。
Before； he had called the sword’s white magic knowing full well what it meant。 This time； he had done as Nathan had told him； and let his instinct； his gift； call it forth。 It had been a surprise to him； both the instant calling of the white magic； and the fact that he had not consciously done it。
Something within had known that that was what was needed to counter the Keeper’s hate that rilled Liliana。 Richard was left stunned by what had happened。 He stared down at Liliana as he withdrew his sword。 He had confided in her。 He had trusted her。
He realized that he was still where he had started … with the collar around his neck； and no ideas of how to get it off。 Collar or no collar； he had to get through the barrier that kept him here。 He decided that he would go get his things from the palace； and then he would find a way through the invisible wall。
As he wiped the sword clean on her clothes； he recalled how it had been in the center of the clearing； a good distance from him。 He had somehow called it to him； along with the magic。 The sword had flown through the air； and e into his hand。
He set the sword on the ground； and experimentally called its magic。 The anger； the fury； filled him； as always。 He held his hand out and willed the blade to e to him。 It lay rock…solid on the ground。 Try as he might； it would not so much as twitch。
Frustrated； he returned it to its scabbard。 He pulled Liliana�
