"In that balance, just as in the space between your thoughts, I come.

“Magic is the conduit to those other worlds, giving them power here. By reducing the amount of magic in the world I will lessen the Creator and the Keeper's influence here. The Creator will still send his spark of life, and the Keeper will still take it away when its end has come, but beyond that, the world will belong to man. The old religion of magic will be consigned to the midden heap of history, and eventually, to myth.

"I am a dream walker; I have seen the dreams of men, I know their potential. Magic suppresses these boundless visions. Without magic, man's mind, his imagination, will be unleashed, and he will be all-powerful.

"That's why I have the army I do. When magic is dead, I will still have them. I keep them well practiced for that day."

"And how is Richard Rahl your enemy?" Ulicia asked, hoping to keep him talking while she tried to think of what they could do.

"He had to do as he did, of course, or you darlins would have given the world to the Keeper. That aided me, but now he interferes with my plans. He's young, and ignorant of his talents. I, on the other hand, have spent the last twenty years perfecting my ability."

He waved the knifepoint in front of his eyes. “Only in the last year have my eyes turned — the mark of a dream walker. Only now am I entitled to the most feared appellation in the ancient world. In the ancient tongue, 'dream walker1 is synonymous with 'weapon. The wizards who created this weapon came to regret it."

He licked the grease off his knife as he watched them. "It's a mistake to forge weapons with minds of their own. You are my weapons now. I don't make the same mistake.

"My power allows me to enter the minds of anyone when they sleep. In those who don't have the gift I can only exert a limited amount of influence, and they are of small use to me anyway, but in those who are gifted, like you six, I can do anything I wish. Once my wedge is in your mind, it is no longer yours. It's mine.

"The magic of the dream walkers was powerful, but unstable. None has been born with the ability in the last three thousand years, since the barrier went up and trapped us here. But now, a dream walker treads this world again."

He shook with a menacing chuckle. The tiny braids at the corners of his mouth danced. "That would be me."

Ulicia almost told him to get to the point, but stopped herself just in time. She had no desire to see what he would do when he was done talking. She needed the time to try to think of something. "How do you know all this?"

Jagang tore a strip of charred fat from the roast and nibbled on it as he went on. "In a buried city in my homeland of Altur'Rang, I found an archive from the ancient times. Ironic, the value of books, to a warrior like me. The Palace of the Prophets has books of immense value, too, if you know how to use them. Too bad the Prophet died, but I have other wizards.

"A fragment of magic from the ancient war, a shield of sorts, was passed down from its originator to all those descendants with the gift born to the House of Rahl. This bond shields people's minds so I can't enter. Richard Rahl has that ability, and has begun to use it. Before he learns too much, he must be brought to task.

"Along with his betrothed." He paused with a distant, brooding look. "The Mother Confessor dealt me a small setback, but she's being brought to task by my unwitting puppets up north. The fools, in their zeal, have created some complications, but I've yet to truly jerk their strings. When I do, they'll jump to my tune; I have that wedge planted deep. I've spent great effort to bend events to my advantage so as to put Richard Rahl and the Mother Confessor in the palm of my hand."

He squeezed a fist of meat from the roasted suckling pig. "You see, he's been born a war wizard, the first in three thousand years, but then, you knew that. A wizard like that will prove an invaluable weapon to me. He can do things none of you can, so I don't want to kill him; I want to control him. When he's outlived his usefulness, then he'll need killing."

Jagang sucked the pig fat from his rings. "You see, control is more important than killing. I could have killed you six, but then what good would you be? As long as you're under my dominion, you're no threat to me, and of use in oh, so many ways."

Jagang turned his wrist up, pointing his knife at Merissa. "You've all vowed vengeance against him, but you, my darlin, have vowed to bathe in his blood. I may yet give you the chance."

Merissa's face paled. "How.. could you know that? I said that when I was awake."

He chuckled at the look of panic on her face. "If you don't want me to know something, darlin, then you shouldn't dream about what you've said while you were awake."

Through the link, Ulicia felt Armina come near to fainting.

"Of course, you six must first be brought to task. You must learn who it is that's in control of your lives." With his knife he indicated the silent slaves behind him. "You'll become as obedient as these, here."

For the first time, Ulicia took a good look at the partially clad people around the room. She nearly gasped aloud. The women were all Sisters. Worse, most were her Sisters of the Dark. She took a quick survey; not all of them were here. The men, mostly young wizards who had been released after their training at the palace, were also ones who had given a soul oath to the Keeper.

"Some are Sisters of the Light, and serve well, for fear of what I'll visit upon them should they displease me." With a finger and thumb, Jagang stroked the thin gold chain between the rings in his nose and ear, "but I like your Sisters of the Dark the best; I've brought them all to task, even those at the palace." Ulicia felt as if another pin had been knocked from under her. “I have business at the Palace of the Prophets. Important business."

The gold chains at his chest glinted in the firelight as he spread his arms.”They're all quite obedient. ' His inky gaze turned to those behind. ' Aren11 you, my darlins?

Janet, a Sister of the Light, kissed her ring finger as tears crept down her cheeks. Jagang laughed. His ring sparkled in the firelight as he pointed a thick finger at her.

"See that? I permit her to do that. It keeps her filled with false hope. Would I prevent it, dien she might kill herself, because she doesn't have the fear of death like those sworn to the Keeper. Isn't that right, my darlin Janet?"

"Yes, Excellency," she answered in a cowed voice. "You own my body in this life, but my soul belongs to the Creator when I die."

Jagang laughed, a morbid, grating sound. Ulicia had heard it before, and she knew she was going to be its cause again.

"You see? That's what I tolerate in order to maintain my control. Of course she will now have to serve a week in the tents as punishment." His inky glare caused Janet to shrink back. "But then you knew that before you said it, didn't you my darlin?"

Sister Janet's voice trembled. "Yes, Excellency."

Jagang's murky, clouded eyes returned to the six before him. "I like the Sisters of the Dark best because they have sound reason to fear death." He twisted the pheasant in half. Bones snapped and popped. "They've failed the Keeper, to whom they've sworn their souls. If they die, it's no escape. If they die, the Keeper will have his revenge for their failure." He laughed, a deep, resonant, mocking sound. "As he'll have you six, for eternity, if you displease me enough to earn death."

Ulicia swallowed. "We understand. . Excellency."

Jagang's nightmare gaze made her forget to breathe. "Oh no, Ulicia, I don't think you truly do. When your lessons are finished, though, you will."

With his nightmare gaze on Ulicia, he reached under ihe table and dragged a shapely woman out by her blond hair. She winced in pain as his powerful fist lifted her. She was dressed the same as the others. Through the sheer fabric, Ulicia could see older, yellow bruises, and newer, purple ones. There was a bruise on her right cheek, and a fresh, huge, blue-black one on her left jaw, with a line of four cuts left by his rings.