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Richard found drawings done by different hands but of the same subject。 These people might have a map of some sort around them； but around each was a line drawn in a circle； the circle having a skull and crossed bones on it somewhere。
Keeper spells。
But how was he to find his？ There were drawings everywhere。 He didn't know what the drawing of his spell looked like。 He searched the walls with growing panic； moving deeper into the darkness。 He ran his hands over the pictures as he moved； trying to look at each； so as not to miss his。 His eyes darted everywhere； overwhelmed by the number of spells； searching for something familiar； not knowing exactly what to look for； or where。
Richard worked his way back into the darkness； reasoning that maybe there was an end to the drawings； and maybe the latest were at the end。 It was too dark to see。 He went toward the mouth of the cave to retrieve reed cane torches he had seen there。
Before he had gone far； he ran smack into the invisible wall。 With rising panic； he realized that he was trapped in the cave。 He was running out of time。 The torches were out of reach。
He ran back into the darkness； searching。 He had trouble seeing the spells； and still there was no end to them。 A thought he definitely didn't like came to him。
If there be need enough。 The night stone。
With no time to lose； he pulled the leather pouch from his pack。 He looked at it in his hand； trying to decide if this would be a help； or simply more trouble。 Trouble he couldn't handle。 He thought about the times he had seen the stone out of the pouch。 Each time； it had taken a while for the shadow things to e。 Maybe if he just pulled it out for a short time； had a look into the darkness； and then put the stone back； he would have the time he needed before the shadows found him。 He didn't know if it was a good idea。
If there be need enough。
He dumped the stone into his hand。 Light filled the cave。 Richard wasted no time looking at individual drawings； but instead quickly went deeper； looking for where they ended。 From the corner of his eye； he saw the first shadow materialize。 It was still a ways off。 He kept going。
At last； he came to the end of the drawings。 The shadows were almost upon him。 He thrust the stone back in the leather pouch。 In the darkness； he held his breath； eyes wide； expecting the painful touch of death。 'It didn't e。 The only light was a dim glow with a bright spot in the center； the entrance； but it didn't provide enough light to see the drawings。 He knew he would have to take out the stone again。
First； with his fingers； he searched through his pocket； and found the soft； tacky piece of stick Zedd had given him。 With it firmly in hand； he pulled the stone out again。 The light blinded him for a second His head swiveled around； looking。
Then he saw it。 The man in the drawing was as tall as he； but the rest of the drawing was larger still。 It was crude； but he knew it was him。 The sword held in the right hand had the word Truth written on it。 There was a map around the figure； similar to the one Kahlan had drawn on the ground。 On one side； the line around the outside edges went down the Callisidrin and across the center of the bridge。 That was where he had run into 。it。
The shadows called his name。 He looked up to see hands reaching for him。 He thrust the stone into the pouch and pressed his back against the wall； over his drawing； listening to his heart pounding in his ears。 In dismay； he realized that the drawing was too large for him to erase the entire circle around him。 If he only erased part of it； he had no way of knowing where the gap would be； or how to make the gap where he was in the cave。
He backed away； to prepare himself to get a better look the next time he pulled the stone out。 He bumped into the invisible wall。 His heart felt as if it skipped a beat。 The wall was almost around him。 He had no time。
He pulled the stone out and immediately started erasing the sword； hoping that would take away his identity； take the spell off him。 The lines erased only with great difficulty。 He backed away a step； to look； and hit the wall。 The shadows reached for him； calling his name seductively。
He dumped the stone back into the pouch and stood in the blackness； breathing hard； near panic at the feeling of being trapped。 He knew he couldn't use the sword to fight the shadow things while he worked on the drawing； he had fought the shadows before and it took everything he had。 His mind raced。 He couldn't think of what to do。 He had erased the sword； and that didn't work。 The spell must still recognize him。 He knew there wasn't enough time to erase the line all the way around him。 His breath came in a desperate pant。
There was flickering light。 He spun around。 A man holding one of the reed torches came closer； an oily smile on his face。 It was James； the artist。
〃I thought I might find you here。 I came to watch。 Anything I can do to help？〃
By his laugh； Richard knew James wasn't about to help him。 James also knew that with the wall between them Richard couldn't use the sword on him。 He laughed at Richard's helplessness。
Richard cast a quick glance sideways。 The torch gave enough light for him to see the drawing。 The invisible wall pushed at his shoulder； pushed him toward the wall。 A wave of nausea and dizziness went through him at the touch。 He was only a step away from the cave wall as it was。 In moments； he would be encased； crushed； or poisoned。
Richard spun to the drawing。 While he worked with one hand； he searched his pocket with the other。 He pulled out the stick Zedd had told him he could use to alter the drawing。
James leaned forward with a chuckle； watching him work。
The chuckle stopped。 〃What are you doing there？〃
Richard didn't answer as he erased the right hand on the figure。
〃Stop that！〃 James yelled。
Richard ignored him and kept erasing。 James threw the torch on the ground and pulled out a drawing stick of his own。 The artist started drawing in fast slashing strokes； strands of his greasy hair whipping around as he worked。 He was drawing a figure。 He was drawing another spell。 Richard knew that if James finished first； there would be no second chance。
〃Stop that； you fool！〃 James yelled as he raced to plete his drawing。
The unseen wall pressed up against Richard's back； forcing him against the wall of the cave。 He barely had room to move his arms。 James was drawing a sword； starting to write the word Truth。
Richard took his drawing stick and； with a line； connected the sides of the wrist on the figure； making a stump。 Just like the one James had。
As he finished it； the pressure on his back lifted； and the sick feeling left。
James screamed。
Richard turned to see him writhing on the floor of the cave； folding himself into a ball as he vomited。 Richard shuddered and picked up the torch。
The artist's pleading eyes came up to him。 〃I 。 。 。 wasn't going to let it kill you 。 。 。 only trap you。 。 。 。〃
〃Who had you do this spell on me？〃
_ James gave a wicked litt