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were pulling him in…drawing him into the pattern of lines, angles, and arcs. There seemed to be something he should recognize about it all, but he couldn’t figure out what.
    He thought that perhaps he should regard a spell-form that had been cast around Kahlan, as this terrible thing had been, to be evil, but he didn’t feel that way. The spell-form existed; it did not possess the quality of being good or evil.
    The ones who cast the web around Kahlan were the real evil. Those four Sisters were the ones who had used the spell for their own evil ends. They had used it as part of their plan to have the boxes of Orden and to free the Keeper from the underworld—to loose death on the living. All in return for beguiling promises of immortality.
    Gazing at the lines, Richard began to scrutinize the rhythm in those lines, their patterns, their flow. As he did so, he began to get an inkling of their significance.
    He was beginning to see purpose in the design.
    Richard pointed to a place near Nicci’s extended right arm, just below her elbow.
    “This place, here, is wrong,” he said as he frowned into the fabric woven of light.
    Zedd came to a halt. “Wrong?”
    Richard hadn’t realized that he’d said it out loud, at least not loud enough for others to hear. “Yes, that’s right. It’s wrong.”

Chapter 5
    Richard went back to studying the lines, tilting his head to better follow them along as they went through a complex intersection of routes coming around from all directions to end up before Nicci’s middle. He was beginning to grasp the meaning of those routes and the larger intent of the design.
    “I think there’s a supporting structure missing.” He aimed a finger off to his left. “It seems like it should have started back there, don’t you think? It looks like this place, here, should have a line going up this way and then back to that spot near her elbow.”
    His attention riveted on the rhythm of lines, Richard was largely lost to the rest of the room.
    “It’s impossible for you to know such a thing,” Ann said flatly.
    He wasn’t discouraged by her skepticism. “When someone shows you a circle and it has a flat spot in it, you know it’s wrong, don’t you? You can see the intended design and know that the flat spot doesn’t belong there.”
    “Richard, this is not some simple circle. You don’t even know what you’re looking at.” She caught herself before her voice rose any more, clasped her hands before herself, and took a deep breath before going on. “I’m simply trying to point out that there are a great deal of complexities involved here that you are not aware of. The three of us haven’t even begun to be able to unravel the mechanism behind the spell-form, and we have extensive training in such things. Despite our training and knowledge, it’s still far from complete enough for us to grasp the manner in which it functions. You don’t understand the first thing about such complex motifs.”
    Without turning to her, Richard flicked a hand to dismiss her concern. “Doesn’t matter. The form is emblematic.”
    Nathan cocked his head. “It’s what?”
    “Emblematic,” Richard murmured as he studied an intersection of lines, trying to identify the primary strand through the architecture of the lineation.
    “So?” his grandfather sputtered after Richard again fell to silent preoccupation.
    “I understand the jargon of emblems,” he said, absently, as he found the primary thread and traced it along a rise and fall and swirl of the pattern, all the time coming more in tune with its intent. “I told you that before.”
    “When?”
    “Back when we were with the Mud People.” Richard immersed himself in the flow of the design, trying to perceive the ascendant course among the lesser branches. “Kahlan was there. So was Ann.”
    “I’m afraid that we don’t remember,” Zedd admitted after seeing Ann shake her head in frustration. He sighed unhappily. “Yet one more