Janet's jaw fell open. She dropped to the floor and began kissing the hem of Verna's dress.

Verna gripped Janet's shoulder and urged her to her feet. "Stop that. There's no time for that."

"But-but, how? What happened? How can this be? What has happened?" "Verna, those webs won't hold for long," Warren cautioned in a thin whisper. "We've already overstayed our welcome."

"Janet, listen to me. We can talk later, after we get you out of here. The things we had to do to get in here only give us a brief time to get back out. It's dangerous for us to be here."

"I should say so," Janet said. "Prelate, you must-" "Verna. We're friends. It's still Verna."

"Verna, how in Creation did you ever get into Jagang's stronghold? You must get out at once. If you are found-"

Verna frowned and touched the ring through Janet's lower lip. "What's this?" Janet paled. "It marks me as one of Jagang's slaves." She started shivering. "Verna, save yourself. Get out of here. You must get out!" she whispered urgently. "I agree," Warren whispered through gritted teeth. "Let's go!" Verna pushed her cloak back over her shoulders, out of the way. "I know. Now that we've got you, we can go."

"Dear Creator, you have no idea how much I'd like to go with you, but if I did-you can't imagine what Jagang would do to me. Oh, dear Creator, you can't imagine."

Her eyes flooded with tears at the very thought. Verna embraced her for a moment. "Janet, listen to me. I'm your friend, you know I wouldn't he to you." She waited until the other nodded. "There is a way to keep the dream walker from your mind."

Janet clutched Verna's dress at the shoulders. "Verna, don't torment me with hope that I know is false. You have no idea how much I'd like to believe you, but I know-"

"It's true. Listen to me, Janet. I'm the Prelate, now. Don't you think Jagang would take me if he could? Why do you think he hasn't taken the others? He can't, that's why."

Janet was shivering again, tears running down her cheeks. Warren put a hand to her back. "What Verna says is true. Sister Janet. Jagang can't get into our minds. Come with us, and you will be safe. Hurry." "How?" Janet whispered.

Verna leaned close. "You remember Richard?" "Of course. Trouble and wonder in one person." Verna smiled at the truth of that. "He has the gift, that's why I went after him, but there is more to it. He is born with both sides of it. More than that, though, he is a Rahl.

"Three thousand years ago, in the great war, Richard's ancestor created a magic to block the dream walkers of that time from his people's minds. That magic was passed down to his descendants who have the gift." Janet's fists tightened on Verna's dress. "How? How does it work?" Verna smiled. "It's so simple that it's hard to believe. The most powerful magic is sometimes like that. All that is necessary is to be sworn to him, in your heart, and his magic protects you from the dream walker. As long as Richard is alive and in this world, Jagang will never again be able to enter your mind." "I swear allegiance to Richard, and I'm free of Jagang?" Verna nodded at the woman's stunned face. "It's true." "What do I have to do?"

Verna held up a finger to forestall Warren's objections. She went to her knees, pulling Janet down with her.

"Say the words with me, and mean them in your heart. Richard is a war wizard, and leads us in our fight against Jagang. We believe in him. in his heart, with all our hearts. Say the words with me, and believe, and you will be free."

Janet nodded as she clasped her hands prayerfully. Tears coursed down her cheeks. Verna whispered the devotion, pausing so Janet could repeat the words after her.

"Master Rahl guide us. Master Rahl teach us. Master Rahl protect us. In your light we thrive. In your mercy we are sheltered. In your wisdom we are humbled. We live only to serve. Our lives are yours." Janet's whispered words echoed Verna's until she was finished. Verna kissed Janet's cheek. "You are free, my friend. Now hurry, let's get out of here."

Janet snatched Verna's sleeve. "What about the others?" Verna hesitated. "Janet, I would like nothing better than to rescue the rest of our Sisters, too, but I can't, not now. We will try to get them later. If we try now, Jagang will have us.

"I came to get you because you are my friend, and I love you. The five of us all swore to always protect each other. Phoebe is with us already. There is only you left.

"As much as I want to rescue the rest of our Sisters, it must be left until later. I promise you, I won't forget them, or leave them, but we can't do it all now, all at once."

Janet's head lowered, and she stared at the floor. "Jagang killed Christabel. I saw him do it. Her screams still haunt my nightmares. Her screams, and Jagang."

Verna felt as if she had been punched in the gut. Christabel had been her best friend. She didn't want to know the details. Christabel had turned to the Keeper.

"That's why I have to get you out of here, Janet. My fear for you, and for what Jagang has done to you, haunts my nightmares."

Janet's head came up. "What about Amelia? She was one of us five. We can't leave her."

Verna gave Janet a level look. "Amelia is a Sister of the Dark." "Was," Janet said. "No longer." "What?" Verna whispered. Warren leaned over. "Once you're sworn to the Keeper, you can't change your mind. You can't trust what she says, Sister Janet. Now, let's get out of here. She's sworn to the Keeper."

Janet shook her head. "No longer. Jagang sent her on some sort of mission, involving magic, and in order to accomplish her task, she was forced to betray the Keeper." "Impossible," Verna said.

"True," Janet insisted. "She's back. She has re-sworn her oath to the Creator. I've talked to her. She sits and weeps, kissing her ring finger half the night, praying to the Creator."

Verna leaned closer, looking into Janet's eyes. "Janet, listen to me. Have you seen her kiss her ring finger? Have you seen it with your own eyes? Are you absolutely sure she wasn't kissing another finger?"

"I've sat with her, trying to comfort her. I've watched her." Janet kissed her own finger with a whispered supplication that if she wasn't telling the truth she would be struck dead.

"Just like that? She kisses her finger just like that?"

"Yes. She kisses her finger and cries and prays that the Creator will kill her for the horror of what she has done." "What has she done?"

"I don't know. When I ask, she practically goes crazy with screaming and weeping. Jagang won't let her kill herself. He has control of her mind, as he does with the rest of us. He wouldn't let any of us kill ourselves; we must continue to serve him.

"Verna, we can't leave Amelia here. We have to take her with us. I won't leave her here. I'm the only comfort she has in this world. The things Jagang does to her…"

Verna turned away. Her stomach roiled at the thought of leaving Amelia if indeed she had abandoned the Keeper. The five of them had been best friends for close to one hundred fifty years, since they were young novices.

The life of a Sister of the Light was a difficult one. They had sworn oaths always to protect one another.

"Verna, she is one of us, a Sister of the Light, again. She is one of us five. Please, Verna, I'd rather stay with her than leave her here alone." Verna glanced back to Janet's haunted eyes.

"Verna, we must call him Excellency," Janet said in a shuddering whisper. "If we displease him for any reason at all, we have to serve a week in the tents."

Warren spoke Verna's name with rising inflection. Verna waved him to silence. "The tents? What are you saying?"

Janet's eyes flooded with tears again. "He gives us to his soldiers for a week. We have gold rings, so they won't kill us, because those with gold rings belong to Jagang, but they can do whatever else they want. They pass us from tent to tent for a week. Even the old Sisters are sent to the tents. Jagang calls it a lesson in discipline that all must learn."