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The painful blow knocked her off balance。 She toppled backward through the opening。 Down into the pit。
As she plummeted； she fully expected to strike the stone floor and be killed。 She resigned to it with a last gasp as the futile flow of her past glory whirled before her mind’s eye。 Had it all e to this？ All for nought？ To have her skull cracked like an egg fallen from a table to the floor？
But hands caught her。 Hands were everywhere upon her； unexpectedly upon the most indecent places。 Her eyes opened to see the light of the doorway go dark with a loud； reverberating clang。
Faces were all around her in the haunting； flickering torchlight。 Scruffy； whiskered faces。 Ugly； sweaty； wicked faces。 Cunning black eyes played over her。 Hungry； humorless grins showed crooked； sharp teeth。 So many teeth。 Her throat clenched shut； locking her breath in her lungs。 Her mind refused to function； and flashed with confusing； useless images。
She was pressed to the floor。 The stone was cold and painfully rough against her back。 Grunts and low squeals assailed her from every side。 Men were tight together above her。 Against her struggles； her limbs were pushed and pulled as the men willed。
Clutching； clawlike hands ripped at her fine dress and pinched brutally at suddenly； shockingly； exposed flesh。
And then Cyrilla did something she hadn’t done since she was a little girl。
She screamed。
CHAPTER 27
Except for her thumb and forefinger idly turning the smooth； round bone on her necklace； Kahlan stood motionless as she studied the sprawling city。 The surrounding rugged slopes seemed to tenderly cradle the buildings that filled nearly the length and breadth of the gently rolling valley。 Steeply pitched slate roofs pricked the land within the ribbon of wall； with the higher peaks of the palace off to the northern end； but not so much as a wisp of smoke rose from the hundreds of stone chimneys into the clear air。 She saw no movement。 The arrow…straight south road leading to the main gate； the smaller； meandering roads that branched off to end at the lesser gates； and those which bypassed the outer walls altogether to lead north； were deserted。
The sloping mountain meadow before her lay buried beneath a white winter blanket。 A light breeze liberated the burden of snow from a sagging branch of a nearby pine； freeing a sparkling cloud to curl away。 The same breeze ruffled the white wolf fur of the thick mantle snugged against her cheek； but she hardly noticed。
Prindin and Tossidin had made the mantle for her； to keep her warm on their way northeast through the bitter winter storms that raked the bleak land they had traveled。 Wolves were fearful of people； and rarely let themselves be seen； so she knew little of their habits。 The brothers’ arrows had found their mark where she saw nothing。 If she hadn’t seen Richard shoot； she would have thought the shots impossible。 The brothers were almost as good as he。
Though she had always held a vague enmity for wolves； she had never actually been harried by them。 Since Richard had told her of their close family packs； she had e to feel an affection for them。 She hadn’t wanted the two brothers to kill wolves to make the warm cape； but they insisted that it was necessary and； in the end； she had acquiesced。
It had sickened her to watch the carcasses being skinned； revealing the red muscle beneath； and white of bone and sinew； the substance of being； so elegant when filled with life and spirit； so suddenly morbid when left with neither。
As the brothers went about the grisly task； she could think only of Brophy； the man she had touched with her power； only to have it prove him innocent。 He had been turned to a wolf by her wizard； Giller； to release him from the power of a Confessor’s magic； so he could start over in a new life。 She had wondered at how saddened these wolves’ families must have been when they never returned； as she knew Brophy’s mate and pack must have been when he was killed。
She had seen so much killing。 She was weary nearly to tears of it； at the way it seemed to go on without an end in sight。 At least the three men had felt no pride or joy at having killed the magnificent animals； and had said a prayer to the spirits of their brother wolves； as they had called them。
‘We should not be doing this；’ Chandalen grumbled。
He was leaning on his spear； watching her； she knew； but she didn’t take her eyes from the silent city below； the too…still scene。 His tone was not as sharp as it usually was。 It betrayed his awe at seeing a city the size of Ebinissia。
He had never before been far from the Mud People’s lands； had never seen this many buildings； especially none of such grand scale。 When he had first taken in the size of it； his brown eyes had stared in silent wonder he could not conceal； and his acid tongue； for once； had forsaken him。 Having lived his whole life in the village out on the plains； it must look to him as if he were seeing the result of magic； not mere human effort。
She felt a small pang of sorrow for him and the two brothers； that their simple view of the outside world had to be shattered。 Well； they would see more； before this journey was ended； that would astonish them further。
‘Chandalen； I have spent a great effort； nearly every waking moment； teaching you and Prindin and Tossidin to speak my language。 No one where we go will speak yours。 It is for your own good that I do this。 You are free to believe that I am being spiteful； or that I am doing as I say： being mindful of your safety outside your land； but either way； you will speak to me in the tongue I have taught you。’
His tone tightened； but still could not disguise how humbled he was at seeing a great city for the first time。 It was far from the greatest he would see。 Perhaps； too； it betrayed something she had never before sensed from him： fear。
‘I am to take you to Aydindril； not this place。 We should not be using our time at this place。’ His inflection implied he thought a place such as this could be only evil。
Squinting against the blindingly bright sun on white snow； she saw the two figures； far below； starting up the slope。 She let the round bone slip from her fingers。 ‘I’m the Mother Confessor。 It’s my duty to protect all the people of the Midlands； the same way I work to safeguard the Mud People。’
‘You bring no help to my people； only trouble。’
His protest seemed more habit than a heartfelt challenge。 She answered it in a quiet； tired murmur。 ‘Enough； Chandalen。’
Thankfully； he didn’t press the argument； but turned his anger elsewhere。 ‘Prindin and Tossidin should not e up the hill in the open like that。 I have taught them not to be so stupid。 If they were boys； I would strike their bottoms。 Anyone can see where they go。 Will you do as I say； and e out of the open now？’
She let him shepherd her back into the shroud of trees； not because she thought it necessary； but because she wanted to let him know she respected his efforts to protect her。 Despite his animosity at being forced to go on this journey； he ha