Nicci's insides tightened. "A bold boast."

"'If you don't believe me you can judge for yourself if I'm telling the truth. Another new train will arrive soon, a supply train so long that you would have to stand in one place for two days just to watch it all pass before your eyes. Don't you worry, our brave men will have enough supplies to press this war to its conclusion."

Nicci shook her head. "You're not seeing the whole of it. If you can't :atch and defeat the D'Haran forces, you can't win this war. There are people in the Old World, just like anywhere else, who long to live their own lives as they wish. The Order may blind a great many with its teachings, but there are individuals everywhere who use their minds and understand the truth of life. There are such people all over the Old World who will turn against the Order.

"'You have only to look at Altur'Rang. I was there when it fell. It had been a place of widespread suffering under the rule of the Imperial Order. Now that it has thrown off those shackles, the people there prosper. Other people will see such a change and be encouraged to have their own life. They, too, will want to prosper."

Jagang looked outraged at such talk. "Prosper? They are merely heathens dancing on the ground that will be their graves. They will be crushed. That is what people will see-that the Order will rightly punish those who turn away from their duty to their fellow man. The punishment they suffer for their selfishness will be remembered for the next thousand years."

'And the D'Haran forces? The wolves set loose on your flock? They will not be so easily eliminated. They will continue to break the hold of the Order. They will continue to hound those who have sent war north, eviscerating the very core of the Fellowship of Order."

Jagang grinned. "Oh, darlin, you are so wrong about that. You forget the boxes of Orden."

''You have only two."

"At the moment, maybe, but I will have all three. When I do, then I will unleash the power of Orden to do our bidding. With the power of Orden under my control, all opposition will be swept away in the firestorm of our righteous cause. I will use the power of Orden to burn the flesh from every one of those D'Haran troops, and leave each one to die a slow, agonizing death. Hunted by the power of Orden, there will be nowhere for them to hide. Their screams will be the sound of sweet justice to our people now suffering under their brutality. I will also make each one of those heathen traitors from Altur'Rang suffer for betraying our teachings.

"The power of Orden will serve the cause of the Fellowship of Order and in the end strike the D'Harans down-no matter where they are.

"I will grind Richard Rahl's bones to dust. He is a dead man, he just doesn't know it, yet."

Jagang's grim grin gave Nicci goose bumps. "But first," he said with obvious delight, "I want him to live long enough to see it all, live long enough to truly suffer. You know how much I like those who have opposed me to live so that they may endure the pain of proper suffering."

His voice lowered to a growl. "To that end, I have something very, very dear to Richard Rahl. When I unleash the power of Orden I will at long last be able to bring him pain he can't begin to imagine. It will bring him the kind of emotional anguish that will crush his spirit, crush his very soul, before I crush his worldly body."

Nicci knew that Jagang was talking about Kahlan, but she dared not let him know what she knew about it. It took all her will power not to glance at her, not to give away what she knew.

"We will prevail," he said. "I offer you the opportunity to return to my side-to the Order's side. In the end, you have no choice in the matter but to accept the Creator's will. It is time for you to accept your moral responsibility to your fellow man."

She had known from the moment she had entered the camp that she had no chance to escape the inevitable. She would never again see Richard, or freedom.

Jagang gestured dismissively. "You can accomplish nothing with your childish affection for Richard Rahl."

Nicci knew what was going to happen if she did not submit to his authority and accept his offer. If she did not accept, he was going to make it all that much more agonizing for her.

But her life was hers, now, and she would not throw it away willingly.

"If you are going to grind Richard Rahl to dust," she said in her most condescending tone, "if he is nothing more than a petty problem to you, then why are you so concerned about him?" She arched an eyebrow. "More to the point, why are you so jealous of him?"

His face flushing red with rage, Jagang seized her by the throat. With a roar he heaved her onto the bed. She drew a sharp breath just before he landed on her. He straddled her middle, then leaned to the side and retrieved something. With his weight atop her she could hardly breathe.

One meaty hand grabbed her face to hold her head still even though she made no effort to resist. With the thumb and knuckle of the other hand he pulled her lower lip out. When he released her face she saw that he was holding a sharpened awl.

He stabbed it through her lower lip, twisting it around, making a hole. Tears of pain stung her eyes. She dared not move lest he rip her lip off.

After he pulled the awl out he pushed a split gold ring through her freshly pierced lip.

Bending forward, he used his teeth to close the ring.

His stubble scraped against her cheek as he pressed close and whispered in her ear. "You are mine. Until the day I decide you are to die, your life belongs to me. You might as well forget any thoughts of Richard Rahl. When I've finished with you the Keeper will have you for betraying me."

When he straightened, he slapped her. The powerful wallop felt like it rattled her teeth. "Your whoring with Richard Rahl is ended. You will soon enough be begging to admit that you were only trying to make me jealous and that my bed is where you really wanted to be all along. Isn't that right?"

Nicci stared up at him without showing any emotion or saying anything.

He hit her across the face with a closed fist. "Admit it!"

With all her strength, Nicci steadied her voice. "You can't make someone care about you by hitting them."

"You make me hit you! It's your own fault! You say things that you know will make me angry. I wouldn't hit you if you wouldn't keep pushing me into it. You bring it on yourself."

As if to prove his point, he delivered two mighty blows across her face. She did her best to ignore the pain. She knew that this was only the beginning.

Nicci stared up at him. She said nothing. She had been beneath him enough times to know very well what was coming.

She was already going off to that faraway place in her mind. She no longer focused on the man atop her, hitting her. Her gaze drifted to the ceiling of the tent.

As his fists pounded her, she hardly felt it. It was only her body, somewhere distant, that was hurting.

She had to breathe through a burble of blood.

She knew that he was pulling off her dress, knew that his big hands were groping her, but she ignored that, too.

Instead-as Jagang beat her, pawed her, climbed on top of her, forced her legs open-she thought about Richard, about how he always treated her with respect.

As the nightmare started, she dreamed of other things.