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Nicci's words were spoken with intellectual respect for a concept new to her, but a concept she fully grasped. No one who had ever spoken to Richard about magic had ever treated his ideas with such an insightful understanding. He felt as if this was the first time anyone had truly understood what he saw.
«Well,» he said, «I've had to deal with Jagang's creations. Like I said, Nicholas was a great deal of trouble.»
In the dim light, Nicci studied his face for a moment.
«Richard, from what I was able to find out,» she said in a soft voice, «Nicholas was not Jagang's actual goal. Nicholas was merely practice.»
«Practice!» Richard thumped his head back against the wall. «I don't know, Nicci. I'm not so sure about that. Nicholas the Slide was a formidable creation and one nasty piece of work. You don't know the trouble he caused us.»
Nicci shrugged. «You defeated him.»
Richard blinked in astonishment. «You make it sound like he was just a bump in the road. He wasn't. I'm telling you, he was a frightening creation who nearly killed us.»
Nicci slowly shook her head. «And I'm telling you, as formidable as he may have been, Nicholas was not what Jagang was after. You told me not to sell the dream walker short-don't you now do that same thing. I never thought Nicholas was fully your match.
«What you say about the process of imagination in creating new things actually makes sense, especially in this instance. It may even explains few things. From the little I was able to learn, I believe that from the beginning Nicholas was only meant to expand the skills of the Sisters that Jagang had assigned to the task of creating weapons. Nicholas was not Jagang's objective, but simply practice on the way to that objective.
«With his dwindling number of Sisters that practice has gained a new urgency. Even so, he apparently has enough Sisters for the work of creating his weapons.»
Richard felt goose bumps tingling up his arms as he began to realist the full implications of what Nicci was telling him.
«You mean to say that in creating Nicholas, it was like Jagang was just having his carpenters build a house as practice before he sends them on to build something vastly more complicated, like a palace?»
Nicci looked up at him and smiled. «Yes, that's it exactly.»
«But he sent Nicholas with troops to govern a land as well as to capture us.»
«A mere matter of convenience. Jagang had instilled in Nicholas a need to hunt you, but only as part of the testing for his greater goals. He didn't really expect the Slide to be able to accomplish his transcendent ambitions. The emperor may hate you for impeding his progress in conquering the New World, he may consider you unworthy as an opponent, and he may deem you an immoral heathen worthy only of death, but he's smart enough to give you credit for your ability. It's like when you said that you sent that captured soldier to assassinate Jagang. You didn't really expect that lone soldier to succeed at the difficult task of assassinating a well-guarded emperor, but the soldier was of no other value to you and since you thought that there was at least a chance that he might accomplish something, you might as well send him on the mission while you worked on far better ideas that you expected to have a more reasonable chance of success. And if the soldier was killed, then that was fine by you because he only got what was coming to him anyway.
«Nicholas was like that. He was a conjured creation, practice along the path to something altogether superior. In the scheme of things, Nicholas wasn't all that valuable to Jagang, so Jagang, instead of having him killed, [??ltd??] him. If Nicholas succeeded, then Jagang would be ahead of the game and if you killed him, then you did him a service.» Richard ran his hand back over his hair. He felt overwhelmed at the implications. He had criticized Nicci for not being open to seeing the larger picture, and here he had just been guilty of doing the same thing.
«Well then,» he asked her, «what do you think Jagang might conjure up that's worse than Nicholas the Slide?»
The drone of the cicadas seemed oppressive, invasive, at that moment, as if they were the enemy surrounding him.
«I believe he has forged ahead and already created such a masterwork,» Nicci said with quiet finality. She pulled her blanket up around her shoulders and held it closed at her throat. «I think that's what those men back there in the woods faced.»
Richard watched her expression in the near darkness. «What do you know about what Jagang has done?»
«Not a great deal,» Nicci admitted. «Only a few words whispered as one of my former fellow Sisters was leaving on a journey.»
«A journey?»
«To the world of the dead.»
By her tone of voice and the way she stared off, Richard didn't want to ask what had brought about the woman's travel plans. «So, what did she tell you?»
Nicci let out a weary sigh. «That Jagang, had been making things from the lives of captives and volunteers both. Some of those young wizards actually think they are sacrificing themselves for a greater good.» Nicci shook her head at such a sad delusion. «The Sister was the one who told me that Nicholas was but a stepping-stone to His Excellency's true and noble ends.» Nicci looked up again to make sure that Richard was paying attention. «She said that Jagang was on the brink of creating a creature similar to one he had found in ancient writings, but far better, far more deadly, and invincible.»
The hair at the back of Richard's neck lifted. «A creature? What kind of creature?»
«A beast. An invincible beast.»
Richard swallowed at the baleful sound of the word. «What's this creature do? Were you able to find out? What's its nature?»
For some reason, he just couldn't seem to bring himself to use the same word aloud right then, as if speaking it might summon it from out of the surrounding night.
Nicci's troubled eyes turned away. «As the Sister slipped into the arms of death, she smiled like the Keeper himself with a booty of souls, and said, 'Once he uses his power, the beast will at last know Richard Rahl. Then it will find him, and kill him. His life, like mine, is finally at its end.'»
Richard made himself blink. «Did she say anything else?»
Nicci shook her head. «At that point, she convulsed in the agony of death. The room went black as the Keeper snatched her soul in payment for bargains she had once struck.
«The one thing that's been troubling me is how this creature found us. Still, I don't think the situation is as desperate as it may seem. There is really no conclusive evidence to make us believe that it really was this beast that attacked the men back there. After all, you haven't used your power, so there wouldn't have been any way for Jagang's beast to find you.»
Richard looked down at his boots. «When the soldiers attacked,» he said in a low voice as he rubbed a finger along the edge of the leather sole, «I used my gift to deflect the arrows. I didn't do so well with the last one.»
«Lord Rahl,» Cara said, «I don't think that's true. I think you used your sword to deflect the arrows.»
«You weren't there right then so you didn't see what was happening,» Richard said as he grimly shook his head. «I was using my sword on the soldiers; I couldn't use it to deflect the dozens of arrows as well. I deflected the arrows with my gift.»
Nicci was now sitting up straight. «You used your gift? How did you summon it?»
Richard shrugged self-consciously. He wished he knew more about what he'd done. «Through need, I guess. I didn't know I would end up being responsible.»
She gently touched his arm. «Don't foolishly blame yourself. You had no way to know. Had you not done as you did you would have been killed. You were acting to save your life. You didn't know anything about the beast. More than that, though, you may not be entirely responsible.»
Richard frowned at her. «What do you mean?»
Nicci sank back against the rock wall. «I fear that I may have contributed to its finding us.»
«You? But how?»
«I used Subtractive Magic to get rid of your blood so I could heal you. While the Sister didn't say anything specific that I could point to, I still got the uneasy feeling that this creature may somehow be tied to the underworld. If that's true, then when I got rid of your blood with the use of Subtractive Magic I may have inadvertently given it a taste of your blood, so to speak.»
«You did the right thing,» Cara said. «You did the only thing you could do. To let Lord Rahl die instead would have been handing Jagang what he sought.»
Nicci nodded her appreciation of Cara's words.
Richard let out the breath he had been holding. «What else can you tell me about this thing?»
«Nothing of any consequence, I'm afraid. The Sister told me that the Sisters who were experimenting with creating weapons out of people had only created Nicholas to work out some of the preliminary details before moving on to their important work. Even so, some of them died in the task of conjuring the Slide-and, with as many as have already died, Jagang is getting to the point where he has few to spare. He has used those he still has, while he still has enough, to accomplish his goal. Apparently, creating the beast was vastly more complex and difficult than creating a Slide, but the results were said to have been worth it. I suspect that along the way he may have directed that shortcuts be taken, shortcuts that involve the underworld.
«If we're going to fight this thing, we need to find out everything we can about this beast. And we need to find out before it catches us. With what happened to the men, I don't think we have much time.»
Richard knew that what she meant, but hadn't said, was that she wanted him to forget what she thought were his meaningless dreams about Kahlan and to put his full concentration and effort toward this dangerous creation of Jagang's.
«I have to find Kahlan,» he said in a quiet tone meant to convey his conviction and his resolve.
«You can't do anything if you're dead,» Nicci said.
Richard lifted the baldric over his head. He leaned the polished scabbard holding the Sword of Truth against the rock.
«Look, we're not even sure that whatever killed those men back there really is this beast you're talking about.»
«What do you mean?» Nicci asked.
«Well, if it can find me when I use my gift, then why did it attack the men? Sure, it was the place where I'd used my ability, but the attack was three days after the fact. If it was supposed to know me after I used my power then why attack the men?»
«Maybe it just thought you were among them,» Cara offered.
Nicci nodded. «Cara might be right.»
«Maybe,» Richard said. «But if it recognized me by me using my gift and in addition you gave it a taste of my blood, then wouldn't it know that I wasn't among the men?»
Nicci shrugged. «I don't know. It very well could be that by using your gift you only summoned it to the general area, but when you stopped using your ability then the beast was blind to you, so to speak. Maybe it was so angry that it just missed you it went into a frenzy of killing whoever was there. If that's true, then I would suspect that it needs you to again use your gift, now that it's close, to finally be able to catch you.»
«But she said that once I used my gift it would know me. That doesn't sound to me like I need to use it again for it to find me.»
«Maybe it does now know you,» Nicci said. «But maybe it still needs to find you. Since it knows you, now, maybe all the beast needs is for you to again use your gift so that it can pounce.»
That had a frightening kind of logic to it. «I guess it's good that I don't depend on my gift.»
«You'd better make sure you let us protect you,» Cara said. «I don't think you had better do anything that might even inadvertently cause you to use your magic.»
«I'm afraid that I agree with Cara,» Nicci said. «I'm not sure about it having a taste of your blood, but the one thing we do know for sure is what the Sister told me-that if you use your gift it will find you. As long as the beast is hunting you, and until we can learn more about it and nullify the threat, you must not use your gift for any reason.»
Richard conceded with a nod. He didn't know if that was possible. While he didn't know how to call upon his gift, he wasn't sure that he knew how to prevent it coming forth, either. It was awakened by anger and answered a certain kind of need. He wasn't aware of the specific conditions that invoked his ability; it just happened. While their theory of not using his gift made sense, he wasn't sure he could actually control it enough to prevent it if conditions caused it to spring to life.
Another frightening thought occurred to him. It was possible that the beast had found him, and knew precisely where he was, and it had only killed the men out of blood lust. For all he knew, the beast could be out in the woods watching, using the noise of the cicadas to cover its footsteps as it approached their shelter.
In the dim light Nicci watched him. As he pondered the grim possibilities, she reached out again and felt his forehead.
Drawing back, she said, «We'd better get some rest. You're shivering with the cold. I'm afraid that in your condition you may lapse into a fever. Lie down. We'll all have to keep each other warm. But first, you need to be dry or you'll never get warm.»
Cara leaned past Richard, toward Nicci. «How do you think you can get him dry without a fire?»
Nicci gestured. «Both of you, lie back.»
Richard lay back; Cara hesitantly complied. Nicci leaned over them, placing a hand just above their heads. Richard felt the warm tingle of magic, but not an uncomfortable sensation like the last time. He could see the soft glow above Cara as well. It struck him how remarkable it was for Nicci to trust Cara enough to use magic on her. Using magic on a Mord-Sith gave them the opportunity to seize that magic in order to control the gifted person. Richard found it even more remarkable that Cara would trust Nicci enough to allow her to use magic on her. Mord-Sith did not like magic one bit.
Nicci's hands moved slowly downward, just above their bodies. By the time she reached Richard's boots, he realized that he felt dry. He ran a hand over his shirt, then his pants, and found that both were dry.
«How is that?» Nicci asked.
Cara was scowling. «I'd rather be wet.»
Nicci arched an eyebrow. «I can arrange that, if you like.»
Cara put her hands under her arms to warm them and remained silent. Satisfied that Richard was pleased, Nicci did the same for herself, moving both hands down her dress as if slowly pressing away the water.
When she finished, she was shivering and her teeth were chattering, but she and her black dress were dry.
Concerned by the way she wavered that she might pass out, Richard sat up and gently gripped her arm. «Are you all right?»
«I'm just exhausted,» she admitted. «I've not had much sleep for days, on top of the effort of healing you and then the exertion of the traveling we did after the attack today. I'm afraid that it's all caught up with me. This bit of magic took what strength and warmth I had left. I just need to get some sleep, that's all. But even if you don't realize it, Richard, you need it even more. Lie back and sleep, now. Please. If we all lie close we can keep each other warm.»
Dry, but weary and still cold, Richard wriggled into his bedroll. She was right; he did need rest. He couldn't get help for Kahlan if he wasn't rested.
Without hesitation, Cara pressed up close on his left to help get him warm. Nicci pushed in on his other side. The warmth was a relief. He hadn't realized how cold he was until the three of them crowded in tight together. He knew by how he felt that Nicci was right, that he wasn't fully well yet. At least he only needed rest and not magic.
«Do you think this beast could have taken Kahlan in order to get to me? he asked into the dark and quiet shelter.
Nicci was a moment in answering. «Such a creature needs no perverse method to get to you, Richard. From what the Sister said, and from what I fear I may have done, to say nothing of you having used your gift, the beast will be able to find you. From all those dead men back there, I fear it already has.»
Richard felt the weight of guilt crush down upon him. If not for him, those men would be alive.
He had difficulty swallowing past the lump in his throat. He wished there were some way to undo what was done, some way to give them their lives and their futures back.
«Lord Rahl?» Cara whispered. «I would like to make a confession, if you will swear never to repeat it.»
Richard had never heard her say such an odd thing. «All right. What is it that you wish to confess?»
Her answer was a while in coming, and then it was so soft he would not have been able to hear it were she not so close. «I'm afraid.»
Almost against his better judgment, Richard lifted his arm around her shoulders and held her close. «Don't be. It's coming after me, not you.»
She lifted her head and scowled at him. «That is the reason I'm afraid. After seeing what it did to those men, I'm afraid that it's coming for you and there is nothing I can do to protect you.»
«Oh,» Richard said. «Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm afraid of that, too.»
Cara laid her head back down on his shoulder, content to stay under the protective comfort of his arm. The surrounding strum of the cicadas somehow made him feel more vulnerable. The seventeen-year cycle of the insects was inescapable, inexorable, unstoppable.
So was Jagang's beast. How could he hide from such a thing?
«So,» Nicci asked, apparently trying to lighten the somber mood in the shelter, «where did you meet this woman of your dreams?»
Richard didn't know if she was trying to soften the question with a little humor, or if she was being sarcastic. If he didn't know better he would have thought it sounded like jealously.
He stared up in the darkness as he thought back to that day. «I was out in the woods, looking for evidence of who had killed my father-the man I grew up thinking was my father, George Cypher, the man who'd raised me. That was when I spotted Kahlan moving along a trail around Trunt Lake.
«Four men were following her. They were assassins sent by Darken Rahl to kill her. He had already killed all the other Confessors. She is the last.»
«So you rescued her?» Cara asked.
«I helped her. Together we were able to kill the assassins.
«She'd come to Westland looking for a long-lost wizard. It turned out that Zedd was the great wizard she had been sent to find-he still held the position of First Wizard, even though he had given up the Midlands and fled to Westland before I was born. The whole time I grew up I never knew that Zedd was a wizard, or my grandfather. I only knew him as my best friend in the world.»
He could sense Nicci looking at him, and feel her warm, soft breath against the side of his face. «Why did she want this great wizard?»
«Darken Rahl had put the boxes of Orden in play. It was everyone's worst nightmare.» Richard clearly recalled his dread at hearing that news. «He had to be stopped before he opened the correct box. Kahlan had been sent to ask this long-vanished First Wizard to appoint a Seeker. After that first day when I saw her by Trunt Lake, my life was never again the same.»
Into the silence, Cara asked, «So, was it love at first sight?»
They were humoring him, trying to take his thoughts off the men who had been slaughtered by a beast sent by Jagang to kill him, trying to take his mind off the monster now coming for him.
The thought struck him that maybe somewhere back in the woods around where they had camped, somewhere in an undiscovered place where he hadn't looked, lay Kahlan's torn remains.
Such a thought was so painful to contemplate that it felt like it was crushing his heart.
Richard didn't reach up and wipe away the tear that ran down his cheek. But with a gentle touch, Nicci did. Her hand briefly, tenderly, caressed his cheek.
«I think we'd better try to get some sleep,» he said.
Nicci drew back her hand and laid her head against his arm.
In the darkness, Richard couldn't seem to make his burning eyes close. Before long he could hear Cara's even breathing as she surrendered to sleep. Nicci softly pressed her cheek against his shoulder as she snuggled up close in their shared warmth.
«Nicci?» he whispered.
«Yes?»
«What kind of torture does Jagang use on captives?»
He could feel Nicci take a deep breath and let it out slowly. «Richard, I'm not going to answer that question. I'm sure you have to know that Jagang is a man who needs killing.»
Richard had had to ask the question. He was relieved that Nicci was kind enough not to answer it.
«When Zedd first gave me the sword, I told him that I would not be an assassin. I have since come to understand the principled value of preserving life through the task of killing evil men. I wish that driving the Imperial Order out of the New World was as simple as killing Jagang.»
«I can't tell you how many times I wished I had killed him when I had the chance, even though you are right about it not ending the war. I wish I could stop thinking about all the opportunities I missed. I wish I could stop thinking about all the things I should have done.»
Richard reached around her and held her trembling shoulders.
He felt her muscles slowly relax. Her breathing finally slowed as she slipped into sleep.
If he was to find Kahlan, Richard had to get the rest he needed. He closed his eyes as another tear leaked out. He missed her so much.
His thoughts lingered on that first day he saw Kahlan in the white, satiny smooth dress that he only much later found out distinguished her as the Mother Confessor. He remembered the way it hugged her shape, the way it made her look so noble. He remembered the way her long hair cascaded down around her shoulders, framing her in the dappled forest light. He remembered looking into her beautiful green eyes and seeing the gleam of intelligence looking back at him. He remembered feeling, from that first instant, from that first shared gaze, as if he had always known her.
He told her that there were four men following her. She asked, «Do you choose to help me?»
Before his mind could form a thought, he heard himself say, «Yes.»
He had never for an instant been sorry that he said yes.
She needed help now.
His last thoughts as he drifted into tormented sleep were of Kahlan.
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
«Well,» he said, «I've had to deal with Jagang's creations. Like I said, Nicholas was a great deal of trouble.»
In the dim light, Nicci studied his face for a moment.
«Richard, from what I was able to find out,» she said in a soft voice, «Nicholas was not Jagang's actual goal. Nicholas was merely practice.»
«Practice!» Richard thumped his head back against the wall. «I don't know, Nicci. I'm not so sure about that. Nicholas the Slide was a formidable creation and one nasty piece of work. You don't know the trouble he caused us.»
Nicci shrugged. «You defeated him.»
Richard blinked in astonishment. «You make it sound like he was just a bump in the road. He wasn't. I'm telling you, he was a frightening creation who nearly killed us.»
Nicci slowly shook her head. «And I'm telling you, as formidable as he may have been, Nicholas was not what Jagang was after. You told me not to sell the dream walker short-don't you now do that same thing. I never thought Nicholas was fully your match.
«What you say about the process of imagination in creating new things actually makes sense, especially in this instance. It may even explains few things. From the little I was able to learn, I believe that from the beginning Nicholas was only meant to expand the skills of the Sisters that Jagang had assigned to the task of creating weapons. Nicholas was not Jagang's objective, but simply practice on the way to that objective.
«With his dwindling number of Sisters that practice has gained a new urgency. Even so, he apparently has enough Sisters for the work of creating his weapons.»
Richard felt goose bumps tingling up his arms as he began to realist the full implications of what Nicci was telling him.
«You mean to say that in creating Nicholas, it was like Jagang was just having his carpenters build a house as practice before he sends them on to build something vastly more complicated, like a palace?»
Nicci looked up at him and smiled. «Yes, that's it exactly.»
«But he sent Nicholas with troops to govern a land as well as to capture us.»
«A mere matter of convenience. Jagang had instilled in Nicholas a need to hunt you, but only as part of the testing for his greater goals. He didn't really expect the Slide to be able to accomplish his transcendent ambitions. The emperor may hate you for impeding his progress in conquering the New World, he may consider you unworthy as an opponent, and he may deem you an immoral heathen worthy only of death, but he's smart enough to give you credit for your ability. It's like when you said that you sent that captured soldier to assassinate Jagang. You didn't really expect that lone soldier to succeed at the difficult task of assassinating a well-guarded emperor, but the soldier was of no other value to you and since you thought that there was at least a chance that he might accomplish something, you might as well send him on the mission while you worked on far better ideas that you expected to have a more reasonable chance of success. And if the soldier was killed, then that was fine by you because he only got what was coming to him anyway.
«Nicholas was like that. He was a conjured creation, practice along the path to something altogether superior. In the scheme of things, Nicholas wasn't all that valuable to Jagang, so Jagang, instead of having him killed, [??ltd??] him. If Nicholas succeeded, then Jagang would be ahead of the game and if you killed him, then you did him a service.» Richard ran his hand back over his hair. He felt overwhelmed at the implications. He had criticized Nicci for not being open to seeing the larger picture, and here he had just been guilty of doing the same thing.
«Well then,» he asked her, «what do you think Jagang might conjure up that's worse than Nicholas the Slide?»
The drone of the cicadas seemed oppressive, invasive, at that moment, as if they were the enemy surrounding him.
«I believe he has forged ahead and already created such a masterwork,» Nicci said with quiet finality. She pulled her blanket up around her shoulders and held it closed at her throat. «I think that's what those men back there in the woods faced.»
Richard watched her expression in the near darkness. «What do you know about what Jagang has done?»
«Not a great deal,» Nicci admitted. «Only a few words whispered as one of my former fellow Sisters was leaving on a journey.»
«A journey?»
«To the world of the dead.»
By her tone of voice and the way she stared off, Richard didn't want to ask what had brought about the woman's travel plans. «So, what did she tell you?»
Nicci let out a weary sigh. «That Jagang, had been making things from the lives of captives and volunteers both. Some of those young wizards actually think they are sacrificing themselves for a greater good.» Nicci shook her head at such a sad delusion. «The Sister was the one who told me that Nicholas was but a stepping-stone to His Excellency's true and noble ends.» Nicci looked up again to make sure that Richard was paying attention. «She said that Jagang was on the brink of creating a creature similar to one he had found in ancient writings, but far better, far more deadly, and invincible.»
The hair at the back of Richard's neck lifted. «A creature? What kind of creature?»
«A beast. An invincible beast.»
Richard swallowed at the baleful sound of the word. «What's this creature do? Were you able to find out? What's its nature?»
For some reason, he just couldn't seem to bring himself to use the same word aloud right then, as if speaking it might summon it from out of the surrounding night.
Nicci's troubled eyes turned away. «As the Sister slipped into the arms of death, she smiled like the Keeper himself with a booty of souls, and said, 'Once he uses his power, the beast will at last know Richard Rahl. Then it will find him, and kill him. His life, like mine, is finally at its end.'»
Richard made himself blink. «Did she say anything else?»
Nicci shook her head. «At that point, she convulsed in the agony of death. The room went black as the Keeper snatched her soul in payment for bargains she had once struck.
«The one thing that's been troubling me is how this creature found us. Still, I don't think the situation is as desperate as it may seem. There is really no conclusive evidence to make us believe that it really was this beast that attacked the men back there. After all, you haven't used your power, so there wouldn't have been any way for Jagang's beast to find you.»
Richard looked down at his boots. «When the soldiers attacked,» he said in a low voice as he rubbed a finger along the edge of the leather sole, «I used my gift to deflect the arrows. I didn't do so well with the last one.»
«Lord Rahl,» Cara said, «I don't think that's true. I think you used your sword to deflect the arrows.»
«You weren't there right then so you didn't see what was happening,» Richard said as he grimly shook his head. «I was using my sword on the soldiers; I couldn't use it to deflect the dozens of arrows as well. I deflected the arrows with my gift.»
Nicci was now sitting up straight. «You used your gift? How did you summon it?»
Richard shrugged self-consciously. He wished he knew more about what he'd done. «Through need, I guess. I didn't know I would end up being responsible.»
She gently touched his arm. «Don't foolishly blame yourself. You had no way to know. Had you not done as you did you would have been killed. You were acting to save your life. You didn't know anything about the beast. More than that, though, you may not be entirely responsible.»
Richard frowned at her. «What do you mean?»
Nicci sank back against the rock wall. «I fear that I may have contributed to its finding us.»
«You? But how?»
«I used Subtractive Magic to get rid of your blood so I could heal you. While the Sister didn't say anything specific that I could point to, I still got the uneasy feeling that this creature may somehow be tied to the underworld. If that's true, then when I got rid of your blood with the use of Subtractive Magic I may have inadvertently given it a taste of your blood, so to speak.»
«You did the right thing,» Cara said. «You did the only thing you could do. To let Lord Rahl die instead would have been handing Jagang what he sought.»
Nicci nodded her appreciation of Cara's words.
Richard let out the breath he had been holding. «What else can you tell me about this thing?»
«Nothing of any consequence, I'm afraid. The Sister told me that the Sisters who were experimenting with creating weapons out of people had only created Nicholas to work out some of the preliminary details before moving on to their important work. Even so, some of them died in the task of conjuring the Slide-and, with as many as have already died, Jagang is getting to the point where he has few to spare. He has used those he still has, while he still has enough, to accomplish his goal. Apparently, creating the beast was vastly more complex and difficult than creating a Slide, but the results were said to have been worth it. I suspect that along the way he may have directed that shortcuts be taken, shortcuts that involve the underworld.
«If we're going to fight this thing, we need to find out everything we can about this beast. And we need to find out before it catches us. With what happened to the men, I don't think we have much time.»
Richard knew that what she meant, but hadn't said, was that she wanted him to forget what she thought were his meaningless dreams about Kahlan and to put his full concentration and effort toward this dangerous creation of Jagang's.
«I have to find Kahlan,» he said in a quiet tone meant to convey his conviction and his resolve.
«You can't do anything if you're dead,» Nicci said.
Richard lifted the baldric over his head. He leaned the polished scabbard holding the Sword of Truth against the rock.
«Look, we're not even sure that whatever killed those men back there really is this beast you're talking about.»
«What do you mean?» Nicci asked.
«Well, if it can find me when I use my gift, then why did it attack the men? Sure, it was the place where I'd used my ability, but the attack was three days after the fact. If it was supposed to know me after I used my power then why attack the men?»
«Maybe it just thought you were among them,» Cara offered.
Nicci nodded. «Cara might be right.»
«Maybe,» Richard said. «But if it recognized me by me using my gift and in addition you gave it a taste of my blood, then wouldn't it know that I wasn't among the men?»
Nicci shrugged. «I don't know. It very well could be that by using your gift you only summoned it to the general area, but when you stopped using your ability then the beast was blind to you, so to speak. Maybe it was so angry that it just missed you it went into a frenzy of killing whoever was there. If that's true, then I would suspect that it needs you to again use your gift, now that it's close, to finally be able to catch you.»
«But she said that once I used my gift it would know me. That doesn't sound to me like I need to use it again for it to find me.»
«Maybe it does now know you,» Nicci said. «But maybe it still needs to find you. Since it knows you, now, maybe all the beast needs is for you to again use your gift so that it can pounce.»
That had a frightening kind of logic to it. «I guess it's good that I don't depend on my gift.»
«You'd better make sure you let us protect you,» Cara said. «I don't think you had better do anything that might even inadvertently cause you to use your magic.»
«I'm afraid that I agree with Cara,» Nicci said. «I'm not sure about it having a taste of your blood, but the one thing we do know for sure is what the Sister told me-that if you use your gift it will find you. As long as the beast is hunting you, and until we can learn more about it and nullify the threat, you must not use your gift for any reason.»
Richard conceded with a nod. He didn't know if that was possible. While he didn't know how to call upon his gift, he wasn't sure that he knew how to prevent it coming forth, either. It was awakened by anger and answered a certain kind of need. He wasn't aware of the specific conditions that invoked his ability; it just happened. While their theory of not using his gift made sense, he wasn't sure he could actually control it enough to prevent it if conditions caused it to spring to life.
Another frightening thought occurred to him. It was possible that the beast had found him, and knew precisely where he was, and it had only killed the men out of blood lust. For all he knew, the beast could be out in the woods watching, using the noise of the cicadas to cover its footsteps as it approached their shelter.
In the dim light Nicci watched him. As he pondered the grim possibilities, she reached out again and felt his forehead.
Drawing back, she said, «We'd better get some rest. You're shivering with the cold. I'm afraid that in your condition you may lapse into a fever. Lie down. We'll all have to keep each other warm. But first, you need to be dry or you'll never get warm.»
Cara leaned past Richard, toward Nicci. «How do you think you can get him dry without a fire?»
Nicci gestured. «Both of you, lie back.»
Richard lay back; Cara hesitantly complied. Nicci leaned over them, placing a hand just above their heads. Richard felt the warm tingle of magic, but not an uncomfortable sensation like the last time. He could see the soft glow above Cara as well. It struck him how remarkable it was for Nicci to trust Cara enough to use magic on her. Using magic on a Mord-Sith gave them the opportunity to seize that magic in order to control the gifted person. Richard found it even more remarkable that Cara would trust Nicci enough to allow her to use magic on her. Mord-Sith did not like magic one bit.
Nicci's hands moved slowly downward, just above their bodies. By the time she reached Richard's boots, he realized that he felt dry. He ran a hand over his shirt, then his pants, and found that both were dry.
«How is that?» Nicci asked.
Cara was scowling. «I'd rather be wet.»
Nicci arched an eyebrow. «I can arrange that, if you like.»
Cara put her hands under her arms to warm them and remained silent. Satisfied that Richard was pleased, Nicci did the same for herself, moving both hands down her dress as if slowly pressing away the water.
When she finished, she was shivering and her teeth were chattering, but she and her black dress were dry.
Concerned by the way she wavered that she might pass out, Richard sat up and gently gripped her arm. «Are you all right?»
«I'm just exhausted,» she admitted. «I've not had much sleep for days, on top of the effort of healing you and then the exertion of the traveling we did after the attack today. I'm afraid that it's all caught up with me. This bit of magic took what strength and warmth I had left. I just need to get some sleep, that's all. But even if you don't realize it, Richard, you need it even more. Lie back and sleep, now. Please. If we all lie close we can keep each other warm.»
Dry, but weary and still cold, Richard wriggled into his bedroll. She was right; he did need rest. He couldn't get help for Kahlan if he wasn't rested.
Without hesitation, Cara pressed up close on his left to help get him warm. Nicci pushed in on his other side. The warmth was a relief. He hadn't realized how cold he was until the three of them crowded in tight together. He knew by how he felt that Nicci was right, that he wasn't fully well yet. At least he only needed rest and not magic.
«Do you think this beast could have taken Kahlan in order to get to me? he asked into the dark and quiet shelter.
Nicci was a moment in answering. «Such a creature needs no perverse method to get to you, Richard. From what the Sister said, and from what I fear I may have done, to say nothing of you having used your gift, the beast will be able to find you. From all those dead men back there, I fear it already has.»
Richard felt the weight of guilt crush down upon him. If not for him, those men would be alive.
He had difficulty swallowing past the lump in his throat. He wished there were some way to undo what was done, some way to give them their lives and their futures back.
«Lord Rahl?» Cara whispered. «I would like to make a confession, if you will swear never to repeat it.»
Richard had never heard her say such an odd thing. «All right. What is it that you wish to confess?»
Her answer was a while in coming, and then it was so soft he would not have been able to hear it were she not so close. «I'm afraid.»
Almost against his better judgment, Richard lifted his arm around her shoulders and held her close. «Don't be. It's coming after me, not you.»
She lifted her head and scowled at him. «That is the reason I'm afraid. After seeing what it did to those men, I'm afraid that it's coming for you and there is nothing I can do to protect you.»
«Oh,» Richard said. «Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'm afraid of that, too.»
Cara laid her head back down on his shoulder, content to stay under the protective comfort of his arm. The surrounding strum of the cicadas somehow made him feel more vulnerable. The seventeen-year cycle of the insects was inescapable, inexorable, unstoppable.
So was Jagang's beast. How could he hide from such a thing?
«So,» Nicci asked, apparently trying to lighten the somber mood in the shelter, «where did you meet this woman of your dreams?»
Richard didn't know if she was trying to soften the question with a little humor, or if she was being sarcastic. If he didn't know better he would have thought it sounded like jealously.
He stared up in the darkness as he thought back to that day. «I was out in the woods, looking for evidence of who had killed my father-the man I grew up thinking was my father, George Cypher, the man who'd raised me. That was when I spotted Kahlan moving along a trail around Trunt Lake.
«Four men were following her. They were assassins sent by Darken Rahl to kill her. He had already killed all the other Confessors. She is the last.»
«So you rescued her?» Cara asked.
«I helped her. Together we were able to kill the assassins.
«She'd come to Westland looking for a long-lost wizard. It turned out that Zedd was the great wizard she had been sent to find-he still held the position of First Wizard, even though he had given up the Midlands and fled to Westland before I was born. The whole time I grew up I never knew that Zedd was a wizard, or my grandfather. I only knew him as my best friend in the world.»
He could sense Nicci looking at him, and feel her warm, soft breath against the side of his face. «Why did she want this great wizard?»
«Darken Rahl had put the boxes of Orden in play. It was everyone's worst nightmare.» Richard clearly recalled his dread at hearing that news. «He had to be stopped before he opened the correct box. Kahlan had been sent to ask this long-vanished First Wizard to appoint a Seeker. After that first day when I saw her by Trunt Lake, my life was never again the same.»
Into the silence, Cara asked, «So, was it love at first sight?»
They were humoring him, trying to take his thoughts off the men who had been slaughtered by a beast sent by Jagang to kill him, trying to take his mind off the monster now coming for him.
The thought struck him that maybe somewhere back in the woods around where they had camped, somewhere in an undiscovered place where he hadn't looked, lay Kahlan's torn remains.
Such a thought was so painful to contemplate that it felt like it was crushing his heart.
Richard didn't reach up and wipe away the tear that ran down his cheek. But with a gentle touch, Nicci did. Her hand briefly, tenderly, caressed his cheek.
«I think we'd better try to get some sleep,» he said.
Nicci drew back her hand and laid her head against his arm.
In the darkness, Richard couldn't seem to make his burning eyes close. Before long he could hear Cara's even breathing as she surrendered to sleep. Nicci softly pressed her cheek against his shoulder as she snuggled up close in their shared warmth.
«Nicci?» he whispered.
«Yes?»
«What kind of torture does Jagang use on captives?»
He could feel Nicci take a deep breath and let it out slowly. «Richard, I'm not going to answer that question. I'm sure you have to know that Jagang is a man who needs killing.»
Richard had had to ask the question. He was relieved that Nicci was kind enough not to answer it.
«When Zedd first gave me the sword, I told him that I would not be an assassin. I have since come to understand the principled value of preserving life through the task of killing evil men. I wish that driving the Imperial Order out of the New World was as simple as killing Jagang.»
«I can't tell you how many times I wished I had killed him when I had the chance, even though you are right about it not ending the war. I wish I could stop thinking about all the opportunities I missed. I wish I could stop thinking about all the things I should have done.»
Richard reached around her and held her trembling shoulders.
He felt her muscles slowly relax. Her breathing finally slowed as she slipped into sleep.
If he was to find Kahlan, Richard had to get the rest he needed. He closed his eyes as another tear leaked out. He missed her so much.
His thoughts lingered on that first day he saw Kahlan in the white, satiny smooth dress that he only much later found out distinguished her as the Mother Confessor. He remembered the way it hugged her shape, the way it made her look so noble. He remembered the way her long hair cascaded down around her shoulders, framing her in the dappled forest light. He remembered looking into her beautiful green eyes and seeing the gleam of intelligence looking back at him. He remembered feeling, from that first instant, from that first shared gaze, as if he had always known her.
He told her that there were four men following her. She asked, «Do you choose to help me?»
Before his mind could form a thought, he heard himself say, «Yes.»
He had never for an instant been sorry that he said yes.
She needed help now.
His last thoughts as he drifted into tormented sleep were of Kahlan.
CHAPTER 9
Ann hurriedly hung the simple tin lantern on the hook outside the door. She focused her Han into a bud of heat and it bloomed into a small flame in the air above her upturned palm. As she stepped into the small room, she gently sent the little flame flitting onto the wick of a candle on the table. As the candle came to life she closed the door.
It had been quite a while since she had a received a message in her journey book. She was impatient to get to it.
The room was sparse. The plain plastered walls had no windows. A small table and a straight-backed, wooden chair that she had asked to have' brought in almost filled the space not used by the bed. Besides its use as a bedroom, the room also made a suitable sanctuary, a place where Ann could be alone, where she could think, reflect, and pray. It also provided privacy for when she used the journey book.
A small plate of cheese and sliced fruit sat waiting for her on the table. Jennsen had probably left the plate before going off with Tom to stare at the moon.
No matter how old Ann got, it invariably brought her a sense of warm inner satisfaction when she saw that look of love in a couple's eyes. They always seemed to think they did a fine job of hiding their feelings from others, but, as obvious as it usually was, they might as well be painted purple.
At times, Ann privately regretted that she had never had a time like that with Nathan, a time to indulge in complete, simple, extravagant attraction. Expressions of feelings, though, were deemed unbecoming for the Prelate.
Ann paused. She wondered exactly where she had come to have such a belief. When she had been a novice they didn't exactly hold classes in which they said, «Should you ever be appointed Prelate, you must always mask your feelings.» Except disapproval, of course. A good prelate, with no more than a look, was supposed to be capable of making people's knees tremble uncontrollably. She didn't know where she had learned that, either, but she had always seemed to have had the knack.
Maybe all along it had been the Creator's plan for her to be the Prelate and He had given her the appropriate disposition for the job. How she sometimes missed it.
More than that, though, she had never allowed herself to consciously consider her feelings for Nathan. He was a prophet. When she was Prelate of the Sisters of the Light and sovereign authority at the Palace of the Prophets, he had been her prisoner-although they dressed it up in less harsh terms, trying to put a more humane face on it, but it had been no more complicated than that. It had always been believed that prophets were too dangerous to be allowed to run free in the world, among normal people.
In confining him from a young age they had denied the existence of free will, preordaining that he would cause harm even though he would never been given the chance to make a conscious choice in his own actions. They had pronounced him guilty without benefit of a crime. It had been an archaic and irrational belief that Ann had unthinkingly adhered to for most of her life. At times, she didn't like considering what that said about her.
Now that she and Nathan were both old and found themselves together —however improbable that might have seemed at one time-their relationship could not be described as extravagant attraction. Indeed, she had spent the vast majority of her life enduring her displeasure with the man's antics and seeing to it that he never escaped either his collar or his confinement in the palace, thereby insuring his intractable behavior, thereby incurring the ire of the Sisters, which made him more unruly yet, round and round in a circle.
No matter the uproar he had been able to ignite, seemingly at will, there had always been something about the man that made Ann smile, inwardly. At limes he was like child. A child who was nearly a thousand years old. A child who was a wizard. A child who carried the gift for prophecy. A prophet had but to open his mouth, but to utter prophecy to the uneducated masses, and it would ignite riots at the least, war at the worst. At least, that had always been the fear.
Although she was hungry, Ann pushed the plate of cheese and fruit aside. It could wait. Her heart fluttered with the anticipation of what news the message from Verna might bring.
Ann sat and scooled her chair close to the simple wooden table. She pulled out the little leather-covered journey book and thumbed through the pages until she again spotted the writing. The room was small and dark. She squinted to help her better make out the words. She finally had to pull the fat candle a little closer.
My dearest Ann, began the message from Verna written in the book, I hope this finds you and the prophet well. I know you said that Nathan was proving to be a valuable contribution to our cause, but I still worry about you being with that man. I hope his cooperation hasn't soured since last I heard from you. I admit to having difficulty imagining him being cooperative without a collar around his neck. I hope you are being cautious. I've never known the prophet to be entirely sincere-especially when he smiles!
Ann had to smile herself. She understood all too well, but Verna didn't know Nathan the way Ann did. He could sometimes get them into trouble faster than ten boys bringing frogs to dinner, and yet, after all was said and done, after so many centuries knowing the prophet, there really wasn't anyone with whom she had more in common.
Ann sighed and turned her attention back to the message in the journey book.
We have been kept quite busy warding off Jagang's siege of the passes into D'Hara, Verna wrote, but at least we have been successful. Perhaps too successful. If you are there, Prelate, please answer.
Ann frowned. How could one be too successful in keeping marauding hordes from overrunning your defenses, slaughtering your defenders, and enslaving a free people? She impatiently pulled the candle closer still. In truth she was quite jumpy over what Jagang was up to, now that winter had ended and the spring mud was past.
The dream walker was a patient foe. His men were from far to the south, in the Old World, and weren't used to the winters up north in the New World. While many had fallen victim to the harsh conditions, vast numbers died of the diseases that swept through his winter encampment. Despite losing men in battles, to sickness, and by a variety of other causes, more of the invaders poured north all the time so that, despite everything, Jagang's army inexorably continued to grow. Even so, the man did not waste any of his vast numbers in pointless and futile winter campaigns. He didn't care about the lives of his soldiers, but he did care about conquering the New World, so he only moved when the weather was not a factor. Jagang did not take risks he didn't need to. He simply steadily, resolutely ground his enemies to dust. Bringing the world to heel was all that mattered to him, not how long it took. He viewed the world of life through the prism of the beliefs of the Fellowship of Order. Individual life, including his, was of no importance; only the contribution that a person's life could make to the Order was meaningful.
With such a vast army in the New World, the forces of the D'Haran Empire were now at the mercy of what the dream walker did next. To be sure, the D'Haran forces were formidable, but they certainly weren't enough to withstand, much less turn back, the full weight of the seemingly endless numbers of Imperial Order troops. At least, not until Richard did whatever he could to effect some change in the tide of war.
Prophecy said that Richard was the «pebble in the pond,» meaning that he caused ripples that spread through everything, affected everything. Prophecy also said, in many different ways and in many different texts, that only if Richard led them in the final battle did they have a chance to triumph.
If he didn't guide them in that final battle, prophecy was clear and unambiguous; it said that all would be lost.
Ann pressed her fist against the queazy pain in the pit of her stomach and then pulled the stylus from the spine of the book that was the twin to the one Verna had.
I am here, Verna, she wrote, but you are the Prelate now. The prophet and I are long dead and buried.
It was a deception that had enabled the two of them to save a great many lives. There were times when Ann missed being Prelate and missed her flock of Sisters. She had dearly loved many of them, at least the ones who hadn't ended up being in truth Sisters of the Dark. The burning pain of that betrayal, not just of her but of the Creator, never eased.
Still, being free of such towering responsibility left her better able to put her mind to other, more important work. While she hated having lost her old way of life, of being Prelate and running the Palace of the Prophets, her calling was to a higher purpose, not to stone walls and the administration of an entire palace of Sisters, novices, and young wizards in training. Her true calling was helping to preserve the world of life. In order for her to do that, it was better that the Sisters of the Light and everyone else believed her and Nathan dead.
Ann sat up straighter when Verna's writing began appearing across the page.
Ann, I am comforted to have you back with me, if only in the journey book. There are so few of us left. I confess that sometimes I long for the days of peace back at the palace, the times when everything seemed to he so much easier and to make so much more sense and I only thought it was all so difficult. The world certainly has changed since Richard was born.
Ann couldn't argue with that. She popped a piece of cheese in her mouth and then leaned in and began writing.
I pray every day that such order and peace can again settle over the world and we can go back to complaining about the weather.
Verna, I am confused. What did you mean when you said that perhaps you were too successful in defending the passes? Please explain. I await your reply.
Ann leaned back in her straight-backed chair and chewed a slice of pear as she waited. Since her journey book was twinned with the one Verna had, anything written in one appeared at the same time in the other. It was one of the few ancient items of magic left from the Palace of the Prophets.
Verna's words again began moving across the blank page. Our scouts and trackers report that Jagang has begun his move. Because he has not been able to break through the passes, the emperor has split his forces and is taking an army south. General Meiffert had been fearing that he would do something like this.
It's not hard to guess his strategy. Jagang undoubtedly plans to take a large force of his troops down through the Kern Valley and then south around the mountains. Once he finally is clear of all the barriers he will swing around into the southern reaches of D'Hara and then head north.
This is the worst possible news for us. We can't abandon the protection of the passes, not while part of his army lies in wait on the other side. And yet, we cannot allow Jagang's forces to sweep up on us from the south. General Meiffert says we will have to leave sufficient forces here to guard the passes while the bulk of our army heads south to meet the invaders.
We have no choice. With half of Jagang's force to the north, on the other side of the passes, and half heading down to go around the mountains and come up from the south, that leaves the People's Palace right in the middle. Jagang is no doubt licking his chops over such a prospect.
Ann, I'm afraid I don't have much time. The entire camp is in an uproar,
We only just learned the news that Jagang has split his army and we are rushing to strike camp and start south.
I must also divide up the Sisters. So many have been lost that there are not many left to divide. At times I feel as if we are in a contest with Jagang to see who will be the last one with a Sister left. I fear what will happen to all these good people if none of us survive. If not for that, I would be satisfied to leave this world behind and join Warren in the spirit world.
General Meiffert says that we can't spare a moment and must be on our way at first light. I will be up the entire night with the arrangements, seeing to it that we have sufficient men and Sisters here to defend each of the Passes, and inspecting the shields to make sure they are sound. If the Order's northern army were to break through up here, it would be a much quicker death for us.
Unless you have something important that must be discussed right now, I'm afraid that I must go.
Ann covered her mouth with a hand as she read. The news certainly was disheartening. She wrote an immediate reply, so as not to inconvenience Verna.
No, my dear, nothing important just now. You know that you are in my heart always.
A message came back almost immediately.
The passes are narrow so we have been successful at defending them. The Imperial Order can't use their overwhelming power in such narrow places. I feel confident the passes will hold. Since Jagang is stymied by not having been able to cross the mountains, this buys us time while he is hived to take an army all the way south and then back up into D'Hara, now that he has the weather to his advantage. Since this is the greatest danger and threat, I will be heading south with the army.
Pray for us. We will eventually be forced to meet Jagang's horde in the open plains where he has the room to throw the full weight of his forces against us. I am afraid that, unless something changes, we will have no chance to survive such a battle.
I can only hope that Richard fulfills prophecy before we are all dead.
Ann swallowed before answering. Verna, you have my word that I will do what I must to see to it. Know that Nathan and I will be dedicated to the risk of seeing prophecy fulfilled. Perhaps no one but you would truly understand that this is what I have devoted myself to for over half a millennium. I will not abandon my cause; I will do whatever I can to see that Richard does what only he can. May the Creator be with you and all our brave defenders. You will all be in my prayers every day. Have faith in the Creator, Verna. You are prelate, now. Give that faith to all of those with you.
In a moment, a message began appearing. Thank you, Ann. I will check my journey book every night as we travel to see if you have any news of Richard. I miss you. I hope we can be together again in this life.
Ann carefully wrote her last reply.
Me too, child. Fair journey.
Ann leaned on her elbows and rubbed her temples. This was not good news, but it was not all bad. Jagang had wanted to break through the passes and end it swiftly, but the passes held and he had finally been forced to split his army and begin a long, grueling march. She tried to look at the bright side. They still had time. There were any number of things they could still try. They would think of something. Richard would think of something. Prophecy had promised that he held within him the chance for their salvation.
She couldn't allow herself to believe that evil would darken the world.
A knock on the door made her jump. She pressed her hand over her racing heart. Her Han hadn't warned her that someone was about.
«Yes?»
«Ann, it's me, Jennsen,» came the muffled voice from the other side of the door.
Ann replaced the stylus and tucked the journey book in her belt as she slid her chair back. She smoothed her skirts and took a deep breath to try to slow her heart back to normal.
«Come in, dear,» she said as she opened the door, smiling at Richard's sister. «Thank you for the plate of food.» She held an arm back toward the table. «Would you like to share it with me?»
Jennsen shook her head. «No, thank you.» Her face, framed by red ringlets, was a picture of concern. «Ann, Nathan sent me. He wants you. He was quite urgent about it. You know how Nathan gets. You know how his eyes get all big and round when he's excited about something.»
«Yes,» Ann drawled, «he does tend to get that way when he's digging up mischief.»
Jennsen blinked, looking a little startled. «I fear you may be right, he told me in no uncertain terms to come get you and bring you there straightaway.»
«Nathan always expects people to squeak when he pinches.» Ann gestured for the young woman to lead the way. «I guess I'd best see to it. Where is the prophet, then?»
Jennsen held her lantern up to light her way as she started out of the little room. «He's at a graveyard.»
Ann caught the sleeve of Jennsen's dress. «A graveyard? And he wants me to come to this graveyard?» Jennsen looked back over her shoulder and nodded. «What is he doing in a graveyard?»
Jennsen swallowed. «When I asked him that, he said he was digging up the dead.»
It had been quite a while since she had a received a message in her journey book. She was impatient to get to it.
The room was sparse. The plain plastered walls had no windows. A small table and a straight-backed, wooden chair that she had asked to have' brought in almost filled the space not used by the bed. Besides its use as a bedroom, the room also made a suitable sanctuary, a place where Ann could be alone, where she could think, reflect, and pray. It also provided privacy for when she used the journey book.
A small plate of cheese and sliced fruit sat waiting for her on the table. Jennsen had probably left the plate before going off with Tom to stare at the moon.
No matter how old Ann got, it invariably brought her a sense of warm inner satisfaction when she saw that look of love in a couple's eyes. They always seemed to think they did a fine job of hiding their feelings from others, but, as obvious as it usually was, they might as well be painted purple.
At times, Ann privately regretted that she had never had a time like that with Nathan, a time to indulge in complete, simple, extravagant attraction. Expressions of feelings, though, were deemed unbecoming for the Prelate.
Ann paused. She wondered exactly where she had come to have such a belief. When she had been a novice they didn't exactly hold classes in which they said, «Should you ever be appointed Prelate, you must always mask your feelings.» Except disapproval, of course. A good prelate, with no more than a look, was supposed to be capable of making people's knees tremble uncontrollably. She didn't know where she had learned that, either, but she had always seemed to have had the knack.
Maybe all along it had been the Creator's plan for her to be the Prelate and He had given her the appropriate disposition for the job. How she sometimes missed it.
More than that, though, she had never allowed herself to consciously consider her feelings for Nathan. He was a prophet. When she was Prelate of the Sisters of the Light and sovereign authority at the Palace of the Prophets, he had been her prisoner-although they dressed it up in less harsh terms, trying to put a more humane face on it, but it had been no more complicated than that. It had always been believed that prophets were too dangerous to be allowed to run free in the world, among normal people.
In confining him from a young age they had denied the existence of free will, preordaining that he would cause harm even though he would never been given the chance to make a conscious choice in his own actions. They had pronounced him guilty without benefit of a crime. It had been an archaic and irrational belief that Ann had unthinkingly adhered to for most of her life. At times, she didn't like considering what that said about her.
Now that she and Nathan were both old and found themselves together —however improbable that might have seemed at one time-their relationship could not be described as extravagant attraction. Indeed, she had spent the vast majority of her life enduring her displeasure with the man's antics and seeing to it that he never escaped either his collar or his confinement in the palace, thereby insuring his intractable behavior, thereby incurring the ire of the Sisters, which made him more unruly yet, round and round in a circle.
No matter the uproar he had been able to ignite, seemingly at will, there had always been something about the man that made Ann smile, inwardly. At limes he was like child. A child who was nearly a thousand years old. A child who was a wizard. A child who carried the gift for prophecy. A prophet had but to open his mouth, but to utter prophecy to the uneducated masses, and it would ignite riots at the least, war at the worst. At least, that had always been the fear.
Although she was hungry, Ann pushed the plate of cheese and fruit aside. It could wait. Her heart fluttered with the anticipation of what news the message from Verna might bring.
Ann sat and scooled her chair close to the simple wooden table. She pulled out the little leather-covered journey book and thumbed through the pages until she again spotted the writing. The room was small and dark. She squinted to help her better make out the words. She finally had to pull the fat candle a little closer.
My dearest Ann, began the message from Verna written in the book, I hope this finds you and the prophet well. I know you said that Nathan was proving to be a valuable contribution to our cause, but I still worry about you being with that man. I hope his cooperation hasn't soured since last I heard from you. I admit to having difficulty imagining him being cooperative without a collar around his neck. I hope you are being cautious. I've never known the prophet to be entirely sincere-especially when he smiles!
Ann had to smile herself. She understood all too well, but Verna didn't know Nathan the way Ann did. He could sometimes get them into trouble faster than ten boys bringing frogs to dinner, and yet, after all was said and done, after so many centuries knowing the prophet, there really wasn't anyone with whom she had more in common.
Ann sighed and turned her attention back to the message in the journey book.
We have been kept quite busy warding off Jagang's siege of the passes into D'Hara, Verna wrote, but at least we have been successful. Perhaps too successful. If you are there, Prelate, please answer.
Ann frowned. How could one be too successful in keeping marauding hordes from overrunning your defenses, slaughtering your defenders, and enslaving a free people? She impatiently pulled the candle closer still. In truth she was quite jumpy over what Jagang was up to, now that winter had ended and the spring mud was past.
The dream walker was a patient foe. His men were from far to the south, in the Old World, and weren't used to the winters up north in the New World. While many had fallen victim to the harsh conditions, vast numbers died of the diseases that swept through his winter encampment. Despite losing men in battles, to sickness, and by a variety of other causes, more of the invaders poured north all the time so that, despite everything, Jagang's army inexorably continued to grow. Even so, the man did not waste any of his vast numbers in pointless and futile winter campaigns. He didn't care about the lives of his soldiers, but he did care about conquering the New World, so he only moved when the weather was not a factor. Jagang did not take risks he didn't need to. He simply steadily, resolutely ground his enemies to dust. Bringing the world to heel was all that mattered to him, not how long it took. He viewed the world of life through the prism of the beliefs of the Fellowship of Order. Individual life, including his, was of no importance; only the contribution that a person's life could make to the Order was meaningful.
With such a vast army in the New World, the forces of the D'Haran Empire were now at the mercy of what the dream walker did next. To be sure, the D'Haran forces were formidable, but they certainly weren't enough to withstand, much less turn back, the full weight of the seemingly endless numbers of Imperial Order troops. At least, not until Richard did whatever he could to effect some change in the tide of war.
Prophecy said that Richard was the «pebble in the pond,» meaning that he caused ripples that spread through everything, affected everything. Prophecy also said, in many different ways and in many different texts, that only if Richard led them in the final battle did they have a chance to triumph.
If he didn't guide them in that final battle, prophecy was clear and unambiguous; it said that all would be lost.
Ann pressed her fist against the queazy pain in the pit of her stomach and then pulled the stylus from the spine of the book that was the twin to the one Verna had.
I am here, Verna, she wrote, but you are the Prelate now. The prophet and I are long dead and buried.
It was a deception that had enabled the two of them to save a great many lives. There were times when Ann missed being Prelate and missed her flock of Sisters. She had dearly loved many of them, at least the ones who hadn't ended up being in truth Sisters of the Dark. The burning pain of that betrayal, not just of her but of the Creator, never eased.
Still, being free of such towering responsibility left her better able to put her mind to other, more important work. While she hated having lost her old way of life, of being Prelate and running the Palace of the Prophets, her calling was to a higher purpose, not to stone walls and the administration of an entire palace of Sisters, novices, and young wizards in training. Her true calling was helping to preserve the world of life. In order for her to do that, it was better that the Sisters of the Light and everyone else believed her and Nathan dead.
Ann sat up straighter when Verna's writing began appearing across the page.
Ann, I am comforted to have you back with me, if only in the journey book. There are so few of us left. I confess that sometimes I long for the days of peace back at the palace, the times when everything seemed to he so much easier and to make so much more sense and I only thought it was all so difficult. The world certainly has changed since Richard was born.
Ann couldn't argue with that. She popped a piece of cheese in her mouth and then leaned in and began writing.
I pray every day that such order and peace can again settle over the world and we can go back to complaining about the weather.
Verna, I am confused. What did you mean when you said that perhaps you were too successful in defending the passes? Please explain. I await your reply.
Ann leaned back in her straight-backed chair and chewed a slice of pear as she waited. Since her journey book was twinned with the one Verna had, anything written in one appeared at the same time in the other. It was one of the few ancient items of magic left from the Palace of the Prophets.
Verna's words again began moving across the blank page. Our scouts and trackers report that Jagang has begun his move. Because he has not been able to break through the passes, the emperor has split his forces and is taking an army south. General Meiffert had been fearing that he would do something like this.
It's not hard to guess his strategy. Jagang undoubtedly plans to take a large force of his troops down through the Kern Valley and then south around the mountains. Once he finally is clear of all the barriers he will swing around into the southern reaches of D'Hara and then head north.
This is the worst possible news for us. We can't abandon the protection of the passes, not while part of his army lies in wait on the other side. And yet, we cannot allow Jagang's forces to sweep up on us from the south. General Meiffert says we will have to leave sufficient forces here to guard the passes while the bulk of our army heads south to meet the invaders.
We have no choice. With half of Jagang's force to the north, on the other side of the passes, and half heading down to go around the mountains and come up from the south, that leaves the People's Palace right in the middle. Jagang is no doubt licking his chops over such a prospect.
Ann, I'm afraid I don't have much time. The entire camp is in an uproar,
We only just learned the news that Jagang has split his army and we are rushing to strike camp and start south.
I must also divide up the Sisters. So many have been lost that there are not many left to divide. At times I feel as if we are in a contest with Jagang to see who will be the last one with a Sister left. I fear what will happen to all these good people if none of us survive. If not for that, I would be satisfied to leave this world behind and join Warren in the spirit world.
General Meiffert says that we can't spare a moment and must be on our way at first light. I will be up the entire night with the arrangements, seeing to it that we have sufficient men and Sisters here to defend each of the Passes, and inspecting the shields to make sure they are sound. If the Order's northern army were to break through up here, it would be a much quicker death for us.
Unless you have something important that must be discussed right now, I'm afraid that I must go.
Ann covered her mouth with a hand as she read. The news certainly was disheartening. She wrote an immediate reply, so as not to inconvenience Verna.
No, my dear, nothing important just now. You know that you are in my heart always.
A message came back almost immediately.
The passes are narrow so we have been successful at defending them. The Imperial Order can't use their overwhelming power in such narrow places. I feel confident the passes will hold. Since Jagang is stymied by not having been able to cross the mountains, this buys us time while he is hived to take an army all the way south and then back up into D'Hara, now that he has the weather to his advantage. Since this is the greatest danger and threat, I will be heading south with the army.
Pray for us. We will eventually be forced to meet Jagang's horde in the open plains where he has the room to throw the full weight of his forces against us. I am afraid that, unless something changes, we will have no chance to survive such a battle.
I can only hope that Richard fulfills prophecy before we are all dead.
Ann swallowed before answering. Verna, you have my word that I will do what I must to see to it. Know that Nathan and I will be dedicated to the risk of seeing prophecy fulfilled. Perhaps no one but you would truly understand that this is what I have devoted myself to for over half a millennium. I will not abandon my cause; I will do whatever I can to see that Richard does what only he can. May the Creator be with you and all our brave defenders. You will all be in my prayers every day. Have faith in the Creator, Verna. You are prelate, now. Give that faith to all of those with you.
In a moment, a message began appearing. Thank you, Ann. I will check my journey book every night as we travel to see if you have any news of Richard. I miss you. I hope we can be together again in this life.
Ann carefully wrote her last reply.
Me too, child. Fair journey.
Ann leaned on her elbows and rubbed her temples. This was not good news, but it was not all bad. Jagang had wanted to break through the passes and end it swiftly, but the passes held and he had finally been forced to split his army and begin a long, grueling march. She tried to look at the bright side. They still had time. There were any number of things they could still try. They would think of something. Richard would think of something. Prophecy had promised that he held within him the chance for their salvation.
She couldn't allow herself to believe that evil would darken the world.
A knock on the door made her jump. She pressed her hand over her racing heart. Her Han hadn't warned her that someone was about.
«Yes?»
«Ann, it's me, Jennsen,» came the muffled voice from the other side of the door.
Ann replaced the stylus and tucked the journey book in her belt as she slid her chair back. She smoothed her skirts and took a deep breath to try to slow her heart back to normal.
«Come in, dear,» she said as she opened the door, smiling at Richard's sister. «Thank you for the plate of food.» She held an arm back toward the table. «Would you like to share it with me?»
Jennsen shook her head. «No, thank you.» Her face, framed by red ringlets, was a picture of concern. «Ann, Nathan sent me. He wants you. He was quite urgent about it. You know how Nathan gets. You know how his eyes get all big and round when he's excited about something.»
«Yes,» Ann drawled, «he does tend to get that way when he's digging up mischief.»
Jennsen blinked, looking a little startled. «I fear you may be right, he told me in no uncertain terms to come get you and bring you there straightaway.»
«Nathan always expects people to squeak when he pinches.» Ann gestured for the young woman to lead the way. «I guess I'd best see to it. Where is the prophet, then?»
Jennsen held her lantern up to light her way as she started out of the little room. «He's at a graveyard.»
Ann caught the sleeve of Jennsen's dress. «A graveyard? And he wants me to come to this graveyard?» Jennsen looked back over her shoulder and nodded. «What is he doing in a graveyard?»
Jennsen swallowed. «When I asked him that, he said he was digging up the dead.»
CHAPTER 10
In a broad weeping willow growing on the grassy slope leading down to the graveyard, a mockingbird was spending its night repeating a variety of strident calls meant to defend its territory against interlopers. Ordinarily, a mockingbird's calls, although intended as threats to others of its kind, to Ann's ear could be quite lovely, but in the dead-still quiet of night, such piercing whistles, chatters, and whoops were jarring to her nerves. She could hear another mockingbird in the distance making similar threats. Even the birds couldn't achieve peace.
Plowing through the long, wild grasses, Jennsen pointed as she held the lantern up with her other hand so that Ann could see her way. «Tom said that we would find him down there.»
Sweating from the long hike, Ann peered down into the darkness. She couldn't imagine what the prophet was up to. In all the time that she had known the man he had never done such a strange thing. He had done any number of strange things, to be sure, but this just wasn't one of them. As old as he was, one would think that he would want to avoid spending time in a graveyard any sooner than he had to.
Ann followed Richard's younger sister as she started down the hill, trying to keep up without running. It seemed like they had already walked half the night and she was winded. Ann hadn't known of this graveyard, all but forgotten out in a distant, uninhabited expanse of wilderness. She wished that she had thought to bring along some of the food sitting on the plate back in her room.
«Are you sure Tom is still down here?»
Jennsen looked back over her shoulder. «He should be. Nathan wanted him to stand guard.»
«For what? To fight off the other body snatchers?»
«I don't know, maybe,» Jennsen said without so much as a hint of a giggle.
Ann wasn't very good at making people laugh. She was good at making their knees tremble, but she just wasn't all that good at jokes. She guessed that a graveyard on a dark night wasn't a good place for jokes. It certainly was a good place to make the knees tremble.
«Maybe Nathan just wanted company,» Ann suggested.
«I don't think that was it.» Jennsen found a fallen section in the split-rail fence that surrounded the place of the dead and stepped over it. «Nathan asked me to bring you out here and he wanted Tom to stay and stand guard over the graveyard, I think to make sure there was no one around that he didn't know about.»
Nathan liked being in charge; Ann guessed that being a gifted Rahl he could do no less. It was always possible that the whole thing was a pretense just to get Jennsen, Tom, and Ann to run around doing his bidding. The prophet was given to a sense of drama and a graveyard did tend to set a mood.
Actually, right then, Ann would have been happy were it nothing more than some idiosyncratic diversion of Nathan's. Unfortunately, she had the queazy feeling that it was something not at all so simple, or so innocuous as a bit of theatrics.
In all the centuries she had known him, Nathan had at times been secretive, deceptive, and occasionally dangerous, but never to evil ends —although that hadn't always been apparent at the time. During most of his captivity at the Palace of the Prophets he had tried the Sisters' patience until they were ready to scream and tear out their hair, yet he wasn't maliciously willful or contemptuous of good people. He had an abiding hatred of tyranny and an almost childlike glee about life. No matter how exasperating the man could be at times, and he could be exasperating in the extreme, Nathan had a good heart.
Almost since the beginning, despite the circumstances, he had been Ann's confidant and ally against the Keeper getting a foothold in the world of life and against evil people having their way over the innocent. He had worked hard to help stop Jagang. He had, after all, been the one to first show her a prophecy about Richard, five hundred years before he would be born.
Ann found herself wishing that it wasn't dark, and that they weren't in a graveyard. And that Jennsen didn't have such long legs.
It suddenly occurred to Ann why Nathan would need Tom to stand guard and «make sure no one was around that they didn't know about,» as Jennsen had put it. Just like Jennsen, the people in Bandakar were pristinely ungifted. They were devoid of that infinitesimal spark of the Creator's gift carried by everyone else in the world. That essential connection made everyone else subject to the reality and nature of magic. But for these people magic did not exist.
Plowing through the long, wild grasses, Jennsen pointed as she held the lantern up with her other hand so that Ann could see her way. «Tom said that we would find him down there.»
Sweating from the long hike, Ann peered down into the darkness. She couldn't imagine what the prophet was up to. In all the time that she had known the man he had never done such a strange thing. He had done any number of strange things, to be sure, but this just wasn't one of them. As old as he was, one would think that he would want to avoid spending time in a graveyard any sooner than he had to.
Ann followed Richard's younger sister as she started down the hill, trying to keep up without running. It seemed like they had already walked half the night and she was winded. Ann hadn't known of this graveyard, all but forgotten out in a distant, uninhabited expanse of wilderness. She wished that she had thought to bring along some of the food sitting on the plate back in her room.
«Are you sure Tom is still down here?»
Jennsen looked back over her shoulder. «He should be. Nathan wanted him to stand guard.»
«For what? To fight off the other body snatchers?»
«I don't know, maybe,» Jennsen said without so much as a hint of a giggle.
Ann wasn't very good at making people laugh. She was good at making their knees tremble, but she just wasn't all that good at jokes. She guessed that a graveyard on a dark night wasn't a good place for jokes. It certainly was a good place to make the knees tremble.
«Maybe Nathan just wanted company,» Ann suggested.
«I don't think that was it.» Jennsen found a fallen section in the split-rail fence that surrounded the place of the dead and stepped over it. «Nathan asked me to bring you out here and he wanted Tom to stay and stand guard over the graveyard, I think to make sure there was no one around that he didn't know about.»
Nathan liked being in charge; Ann guessed that being a gifted Rahl he could do no less. It was always possible that the whole thing was a pretense just to get Jennsen, Tom, and Ann to run around doing his bidding. The prophet was given to a sense of drama and a graveyard did tend to set a mood.
Actually, right then, Ann would have been happy were it nothing more than some idiosyncratic diversion of Nathan's. Unfortunately, she had the queazy feeling that it was something not at all so simple, or so innocuous as a bit of theatrics.
In all the centuries she had known him, Nathan had at times been secretive, deceptive, and occasionally dangerous, but never to evil ends —although that hadn't always been apparent at the time. During most of his captivity at the Palace of the Prophets he had tried the Sisters' patience until they were ready to scream and tear out their hair, yet he wasn't maliciously willful or contemptuous of good people. He had an abiding hatred of tyranny and an almost childlike glee about life. No matter how exasperating the man could be at times, and he could be exasperating in the extreme, Nathan had a good heart.
Almost since the beginning, despite the circumstances, he had been Ann's confidant and ally against the Keeper getting a foothold in the world of life and against evil people having their way over the innocent. He had worked hard to help stop Jagang. He had, after all, been the one to first show her a prophecy about Richard, five hundred years before he would be born.
Ann found herself wishing that it wasn't dark, and that they weren't in a graveyard. And that Jennsen didn't have such long legs.
It suddenly occurred to Ann why Nathan would need Tom to stand guard and «make sure no one was around that they didn't know about,» as Jennsen had put it. Just like Jennsen, the people in Bandakar were pristinely ungifted. They were devoid of that infinitesimal spark of the Creator's gift carried by everyone else in the world. That essential connection made everyone else subject to the reality and nature of magic. But for these people magic did not exist.