His heart sank. What did it matter, he thought; he was never going to escape, and why would he want to anyway? He was Denna's mate. Where would he go? What would he do without her to tell him what to do?
Denna went through a door, closing it behind him. A window with a pointed top was trimmed with simple drapes and open to the darkness outside. There was a bed with a thick blanket and fat pillows. The floor was polished wood. Lamps stood lit on the table next to the bed, and on the table with a chair on the other side of the room. There were cabinets of dark wood built into one wall next to another door. A stand held a basin and pitcher
Denna unhooked his chain. "These are my quarters. Since you are my mate, you will be permitted to sleep here if you please me." She hooked the loop over the post of the footboard, snapped her fingers, and pointed at the floor at the foot of the bed. "You may sleep there tonight. On the floor."
He looked at the floor. The Agiel laid on the top of his shoulder took him to his knees.
"I said on the floor. Now."
"Yes Mistress Denna. I'm sorry Mistress Denna."
"I'm exhausted. I don't want to hear another sound out of you tonight. Understand?"
He nodded, afraid to voice his agreement.
"Good." She flopped facedown in the bed and was asleep in moments.
Richard rubbed the hurt in his shoulder. It had been a while since she had used the Agiel on him. At least she hadn't chosen to draw blood. Maybe, he reasoned, she didn't want blood in her quarters. No, Denna liked his blood. He lay down on the floor. He knew that tomorrow she was going to hurt him some more. He tried not to think about it; he was just getting healed from before.
He was awake before her; the shock of being awakened by the Agiel was something he wanted to avoid. A bell rang with a long peal. Denna woke, lay on her back awhile, saying nothing, then sat up, checking that he was awake.
"Morning devotions," she announced. "That was the bell, the call. After devotions, you will be trained."
"Yes, Mistress Denna."
She hooked his chain to her belt and led him once more through the halls to a square, open to the, sky, with pillars supporting arches on all four sides. The center of the square, under the open sky, was white sand, raked in concentric lines around a dark, pitted rock. On the top of the rock was a bell-the one he had heard before. On the tile floor among the columns were people on their knees, bent forward, with their foreheads touching the tile.
The people chanted in unison. "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."
Over and over they chanted the same thing. Denna snapped her fingers, pointing at the floor. Richard kneeled down, imitating the others. Denna kneeled next to him, putting her forehead to the tiles. She started chanting in unison with the others, but stopped when she _ heard he wasn't.
"That's two hours." She frowned darkly at him. "If I have to remind you again, it's six."
"Yes, Mistress Denna."
He began chanting along. He had to concentrate on a vision of Denna's braid to be able to say the words without bringing on the pain of the magic. He wasn't sure how long the chanting lasted, but he thought it was about two hours. His back hurt from bending with his head to the floor. The words never varied. After a time they melted into the sound of gibberish, feeling like mush in his mouth.
The bell rang twice, and the people rose to their feet, going off in different directions. Denna rose. Richard stayed, where he was, unsure of what to do. He knew he might get in trouble for staying where he was, but knew if he got up and wasn't supposed to, the punishment would be much worse. He heard footsteps coming toward them, but didn't look up.
A woman's husky voice spoke. "Sister Denna, how good to see you've returned. D'Hara has been lonely without you."
D'Hara! Through the fog of his training, the word ignited his thoughts. Instantly, he brought to mind the vision of Denna's braid, protecting him.
"Sister Constance. It's good to be home, and see your face again."
Richard recognized the ring of sincerity in Denna's voice. The Agiel touched the back of his neck, taking his breath away. It felt as if a rope were tightening around his throat. By the way it was held, he knew it wasn't Denna's.
"And what have we here?" Constance asked.
She took the Agiel away. Coughing in pain, Richard gasped for air. He came to his feet when Denna told him to do so, wishing he could hide behind her. Constance was a good head shorter than Denna, her stout figure dressed in a leather outfit like Denna's, only brown. Her dull brown hair was done in a braid, too, but didn't have the fullness of Denna's. The look on her face made it seem she had just eaten something she didn't like.
Denna gave his stomach an easy slap with the back of her hand. "My new mate."
"Mate." Constance spat the word out as if it tasted bitter. "I swear, Denna, I'll never understand how you can bear to take a mate. The thought of it gives me a stomach ache. So, the Seeker, I see by his sword. Quite a catch, anyway. It must have been difficult."
Denna smiled smugly. "He only killed two of my men, before he turned his magic on me." The look of shock on Constance's face made Denna laugh. "He's from Westland."
Constance's eyebrows went up. "No!" She peered into Richard's eyes. "Is he broken?"
"Yes," Denna said, sighing. "But he still gives me reason to smile. It's only the morning devotion, and already he's earned two hours."
A grin spread on Constance's face. "Mind if I come along?"
Denna gave her a warm smile. "You know that anything that is mine, is yours also, Constance. In fact, you will be my second."
Constance seem pleased, and proud. Richard had to furiously think of Denna's braid as the edges of the anger burned to get away from him.
Denna leaned closer to her friend. "In fact, for you only, if you wish to borrow him for a night, I would not object." Constance stiffened with displeasure. Denna laughed. "Never try, never know."
Constance scowled.".`I will have my pleasure from his flesh in other ways. I'll go change into the red, and meet you there."
"No… the brown is fine, for now." Constance studied her face. "That's not like you, Denna."
"I have my reasons. Besides, Master Rahl himself sent me for this one." `
"Master Rahl himself. As you wish, then. After all, he is yours to do with as you will."
The training room was a simple square with walls and floor of gray granite and a beamed ceiling. On the way in, Constance tripped him. He landed on his face. Before he could stop it, the anger gripped him. She stood over him, pleased with herself, watching him struggle to regain control.
Denna attached a device to him that held his wrists and elbows tightly together behind his back. It was hooked to a rope that ran through a pulley in the ceiling, and was tied off at the wall. She hoisted him up until he had to stand on his toes before she tied the rope off at the wall. The pain in his shoulders was excruciating, making it hard to breathe, and she hadn't even touched the Agiel to him yet. He was helpless, off balance, and in agony before she even started. His mood sank.
Denna sat in a chair against the wall, telling Constance to enjoy herself. When Denna had trained him, she often had a smile on her face. Constance never smiled once. She went about her work like an ox at a plow, strands of hair coming loose, and in no time her face was covered with a sheen of sweat. She never varied the touch of her Agiel. It was always the same, always hard, harsh, angry. Richard didn't have to anticipate; there was no pause. She worked with rhythmic timing, never giving him a rest. But she didn't draw blood. Denna had a constant smile on her face as she sat with the chair leaned against the wall. At last Constance stopped, Richard panting, groaning.