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the girl. They lifted her and shoved her back against a heavy butcher block standing in the center
of the room. A Sister held each arm as Sister Ulicia squatted down before the girl to meet her
panicked gaze.
"Do you know who Tovi is?"
"The old woman!" the girl cried out. "The old woman!"
"Yes, the old woman. What else do you know about her?"
The girl gulped air, almost unable to get the words out. "Big. She was big. Old and big. She was
too big to walk real good."
Sister Ulicia leaned close, gripping the girl's slender throat. "Where is she'? Why isn't she here?
She was supposed to meet us here. Why is she none?"
"Gone," the girl cried. "She's gone."
"Why! When was she here? When did she leave? Why did she leave?"
"A few days back. She was here. She stayed with us for a while. But she left a few days back."
Sister Ulicia, with a cry of rage, lifted the girl and heaved her against'the wall. With all her effort,
Kahlan struggled to her hands and knees. The girl crashed down to the floor. Ignoring how
wobbly she felt, Kahlan crawled across the floor, across broken glass and pottery, and threw
herself protectively across the girl's body. The girl, not knowing what was happening, cried out
all the more.
Footsteps came toward her. Kahlan saw a cleaver lying on the floor nearby. The girl cried and
struggled to get away, but Kahlan held her protectively against the floor.
As the shadows of the woman came closer, Kahlan's fingers closed around the wooden handle of
the heavy cleaver. She wasn't thinking, she was simply acting: threat, weapon. It was almost like
watching someone else doing it.
But there was a kind of deep inner satisfaction at having a weapon in her hand. Her fist tightened
around the blood-slicked handle. A weapon was life. Flashes of lightning glinted off the steel.
When the women were close enough, Kahlan suddenly raised her arm to strike. Before she could
begin to accomplish her task, she felt a gut-wrenching blow, as if she had been rammed by the
butt end of a log. The power of that blow hurled her across the room.
A hard impact against the wall stunned her. The room seemed like it was far away, off at the far
end of a long, dark tunnel. Pain swamped her. She tried to lift her head but couldn't. Darkness
pulled her in.
The next time she opened her eyes, Kahlan saw the girl cringing before the Sisters as they
towered over her.

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"I don't know," the girl was saying. "I don't know why she left. She said she had to be on her way
to Caska."
The room rang with silence.
"Caska?" Sister Armina finally asked.
"Yes, that's what she said. She had to get to Caska."
"Did she have anything with her?"
"With her?" the girl whined, still sobbing and shivering. "I don't understand. What do you mean,
with her?"
"With her!" Sister Ulicia screamed. "What did she have with her! She had to be carrying things52;
a pack, a waterskin. But she had other things. Did you see anything else of what she had with
her?"
When the girl hesitated, Sister Ulicia smacked her across the face hard enough to have loosened