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«That has to be it,» Richard pressed. «That has to be the answer.»
«Richard,» Nicci said in a quiet voice, «that's not what is going on here, it doesn't even remotely make sense.»
Richard couldn't understand how Nicci, being a sorceress, couldn't see it. «Yes it does. Magic made everyone forget Zedd. After Kahlan met me in the woods that day, she told me how she was looking for the great wizard, but that no one could recall the old one's name because he had cast a web of magic to make them forget it. Magic must have been used to make everyone forget Kahlan in the same way.»
«Except you?» Nicci said as she arched an eyebrow. «This magic seems lo have failed where you're concerned, since you have no trouble remembering her.»
Richard had been expecting just such an argument. «It's possible that since I alone have a different form of the gift, the spell didn't work on me.»
Nicci again drew a deep, patient breath. «You say that this woman, Kahlan, came looking for the missing wizard, the 'old one,' right?»
«Right.»
«Don't you see the problem, Richard? She knew that she was looking for this old one, the missing wizard.»
Richard was nodding. «That's right.»
Nicci leaned toward him. «That kind of spell is quite troublesome to create, and it has a number of complications that must be taken into account, but other than that it's not altogether remarkable. Difficult, yes, remarkable, no.»
«Then that must be what was done with Kahlan. Someone-maybe one of the Order's wizards traveling with the supply convoy-took her and cast a spell to try to make us all forget her so that we wouldn't come after them.»
«Why would someone go to the trouble to do such a thing?» Cara asked. «Why not simply kill her? What's the purpose in capturing her and then making everyone forget her?»
«I'm not sure. Maybe they simply wanted to have a way to escape without being followed. Maybe they intend to spirit her away and then, at a time of their choosing, parade their prisoner before their subjects to show their power, to show that they can capture anyone who opposes them. The fact remains that she's gone and no one but me remembers her. It makes sense to me that a spell must have been used, like the spell Zedd used to make people forget him.»
Nicci pinched the bridge of her nose in a way that somehow made Richard feel just a little stupid, as if his idea was so foolish it was giving her a headache. «Everyone was looking for this old one, this great wizard. They remembered that he was the great wizard, that he was an important, accomplished man, even that he was from the Midlands. They merely couldn't remember his name and probably what he looked like. So, without his name or a description of him they were having a great deal of difficulty finding him.»
Richard nodded. «That's right.»
«Don't you see, Richard? They knew that he existed, knew that he was the old wizard, and probably had a great many memories of things he had done, but they simply couldn't recall his name-because of the spell. That's all his name. They couldn't remember his name even though they remembered that the man existed.
«But this wife of yours is remembered by no one except you. We don't know her name or anything else about her. We have no memory of her or of anything she supposedly did with us. We have no knowledge of anything at all about her. Not one thing. She exists in no one's mind but yours.»
Richard saw the distinction but wasn't ready to concede the point. «But maybe this was just a stronger spell, or something. It must have been much the same, but just more powerful so that everyone not only forgets her name, but forgets her altogether.»
Nicci gently gripped his shoulders in an almost painfully sympathetic manner.
«Richard, I admit that to someone like you, who grew up without understanding magic, that might seem like it makes sense-and it's very inventive, it really is-but it simply doesn't work that way in the real world.
To someone without an understanding of how such power works it must seem entirely logical, at least on the surface. But when you look deeper the difference between a spell to make everyone forget a person's name and a spell making everyone forget that the person ever existed, it's the difference between lighting a fire at camp and igniting a second sun in the sky.»
Richard threw up his hands in frustration. «But why?»
«Because the first alters only one thing, the memory of a person's name-and I must add that such a thing, as simple as it might seem on the face of it, is profoundly difficult and beyond the ability of all but a handful of the most gifted individuals and even then they must have extensive knowledge. Still, everyone knows that they have forgotten the great wizard's name so even as it does the work of making people forget that name, the spell only has to accomplish this one clearly defined and limited task. The difficulty with spells of this nature is in how broadly the task is applied, but for the purpose of this example that is beside the point.
«Where the first example alters one thing, the name of the vanished wizard, the second alters nearly everything. That is what makes it beyond difficult; it makes it impossible.»
«I still don't understand.» Richard paced from the statue partway out across the platform and back, gesturing as he spoke. «It seems to me like it does roughly the same thing.»
«Think of all the ways a person, especially an important person such as the Mother Confessor, touches the lives of nearly everyone. Dear spirits, Richard, she oversaw the Central Council of the Midlands. She made decisions that affected every land.»
Richard closed the distance to the sorceress. «What difference does that make? Zedd was First Wizard. He was important, too, and he touched a lot of lives.»
«And people only forgot his name; they did not forget the man himself. Try, for a moment, to imagine what would be the result if a spell could make everyone forget a simple man.» Nicci walked off a few paces and then abruptly turned back. «Say, Faval, the charcoal maker. Not just forget his name, but forget the man entirely. Forget that he exists or ever did, just like you suggest happened to this woman, Kahlan.
«What would happen? What would Faval's family do? Who would his children think fathered them? Who would his wife think made her pregnant and gave her children, if she couldn't remember Faval? Where was this mystery man who sired a family? Would her mind invent another man to soothe her panic and fill the void? What would her friends believe [??aril??] how would all of their thoughts mesh with hers? What would everyone believe without the truth to support their thinking? What would happens when people's mind's fabricated patches filling the gaps in their memories, and those patches didn't match? With the charcoal ovens all around his home, how would his wife and children think they got there and how had all the charcoal been made? What would happen at the foundry when Faval sold his charcoal? What would Priska think-that somehow basket of charcoal had magically appeared in the bins in the storage room of his foundry?
«I'm not even beginning to scratch the surface of the ever expanding complications such a fanciful forget-me spell cast on Faval would cause —the accounting of money, the allocation of work, the agreements with lumbermen and other workers, the documents, the promises he'd made and all the rest. Think of all the confusion and disarray such a thing would cause, and that's with one little-known man living in a tiny house down in lonely lane.» ,
Nicci lifted an arm as if in grand introduction, «But with a woman like the Mother Confessor herself?» She let the arm drop. «I can't even begin to imagine the tangle of consequences left snarled in the wake of such an incomprehensible event.»
Nicci's mane of blond hair stood out against the dark background of trees on the hills beyond the broad, level grassy expanse. Her hair's length and its sweeping curves looked casual, even comfortably intimate, and complemented her shapely form in her black dress, but the power of her presence was not to be taken lightly. At that moment, as she stood illuminated by a ray of light from the setting sun, she was a breathtaking figure of astute perception and knowledgeable authority, a force that seemed beyond reproach. Richard stood mute and motionless as she went on in an instructional tone.
«It's the cascade of connections to all those specific incidents that would make such a spell impossible. Every little thing that the Mother Confessor had ever done would snowball together with connected circumstances in which she may not even have been personally involved, compounding the number of events that would become tainted by such a spell. The power, the complexity, the sheer magnitude of it is beyond comprehension.
«Those complications must draw power from the spell in order to counteract the disruptive potential of such complications. Those exigencies feed off the power of the spell that seeks to command the nature of the spell. Al some point, a spell without the power to compensate for a growing vortex of such dissipative events would simply sputter and die like a candle in a downpour.»
Nicci stepped close and jabbed a finger at his chest. «And that's not even taking into account the most glaring inconsistency of your dream. In your delirium you dreamed up an even more complex predicament. You dreamed up not only this woman, this wife, who is remembered by no one else, but in your irrational dreaming state you went further, much further, without realizing the fateful consequences. You see, it wasn't merely some country girl, who no one knew, that you dreamed up for yourself. No, you made her a known person. In the context of a dream that might seem a simple thing, but in the real world a known person creates a congruency dilemma.
«And yet, you went further still! Even a known person would not be as complicated as what you did.
«In your state of delirium you picked the Mother Confessor herself, a near mythic individual, a person of great importance, but at the same time a person far away, a person that neither Cara nor I nor Victor would know. None of us is from the distant Midlands, so we would have no way to easily offer up facts that are inconsistent with your dream. That distance might have made sense in your dream because it seemed to also solve the [??ünlidy] problem of contradictory facts, but in the real world it still creates for you a problem of insurmountable magnitude: Such a woman is widely known. It's only a matter of time until your carefully constructed world clashes with the real world and begins to fall apart. By picking a known person, you have doomed your idyllic dream to destruction.»
Nicci lifted his chin and made him look into her eyes. «In your troubled slate of mind, Richard, you dreamed up someone comforting. You were facing the abyss of death; you desperately wanted someone to love you, someone who made you feel less afraid, less terrified, less alone. That's completely understandable, it really is. I don't think any less of you I couldn't-because you created such a solution for yourself when you were so afraid and so alone, but it's over and yon have to come to grip, with it.
«If it had been an unknown woman you imagined, then the dream would have been nothing more than an ethereal abstraction. But you inadvertently linked it to reality because the Mother Confessor is known by a great many people. If you ever get back to the Midlands, or run into people from the Midlands, your dream will come face-to-face with the indisputable reality. For you, each one of those people is a lurking shadow ready to shoot an arrow, but this time an arrow that will not fail to pierce your heart.
«It could even be worse. What if the real Mother Confessor is dead?»
Richard drew back. «But she's not.»
«Lord Rahl,» Cara said, «I remember several years ago when Darken Rahl sent the quads to kill all the Confessors. The quads don't fail at the task of assassination.»
Richard stared at the Mord-Sith. «But they failed to get her.»
«Richard,» Nicci said in a gentle tone, drawing his gaze back to her, «what if you someday get to the Midlands and you discover that the real Mother Confessor was not what you imagined, but was in fact an old woman? After all, the Confessors didn't name women as young as this love of yours would have been to be the Mother Confessor. What if you find out that the real woman was old, and worse, that she is long dead? The truth, now. What would you do then, if you were confronted by that and it was real?»
Richard's mouth was so dry that he had to work his tongue in order to be able to wet his lips enough to speak. «I don't know.»
Nicci smiled wistfully. «An honest answer, at last.» Even that smile was more than she could manage, and it vanished. «I'm afraid for you, Richard, afraid for what will become of your state of mind if you continue to cling to this, let it take over your whole life, and then it finally comes lo something like that, which it will. Sooner or later you are going to come face to face with the stone cold reality of the situation.»
«Nicci, just because you can't envision.»
«Richard,» she said, quietly cutting him off, «I'm a sorceress. I've been a Sister of the Light and a Sister of the Dark. I know a thing or two about magic. I'm telling you that such a thing as you suggest is simply beyond the power of any magic I know of. It is not beyond the power of a desperate man to dream up, but it is unworkable in the real world. You can't even begin to imagine the dire consequences were such a thing to even be attempted, much less possible.»
«Nicci, I grant you your great knowledge on the subject, but you don't know everything. Just because you don't know how to do something, that does not mean it's impossible. It only means that you don't know how it can be done. You just don't want to admit that you might be wrong.»
Her hands fisted at her sides as she blinked. «Do you think that I want to oppose you in this? Is that what you think? Do you think I enjoy trying in make you see the truth? Do you think that I like being against you in everything?
«What I know is that somehow, in some way, someone has made all of you forget that Kahlan exists. I know that she's real, and I intend on finding her. Even if you don't like it.»
Nicci, her blue eyes brimming with tears, turned her back on him and gazed up briefly at the statue towering over her. «Richard, I would eagerly grand you your dream were it within my power to make it real. You cannot imagine what I would give to have you have what you want — to make you happy.»
Richard watched the violet clouds at the horizon turning dark. It somehow seemed too peaceful to be real. Nicci stood with her arms folded, glaring off in the opposite direction, staring into the gathering darkness. Cara stood nearby, keeping an eye on all the people roaming the former palace grounds.
«Nicci,» Richard finally said into the uncomfortable silence atop the vast marble circle, «do you have any explanations other than this being a dream? Is there anything within your knowledge that has any chance at all of being the cause of this? Is there anything at all, any kind of magic, that you can think of that would help solve this puzzle?»
He watched her back, wondering if she would answer. A long shadow lay across the curved, bronze dial plane encircling the proud figure. Idling him what he knew, that the day was dying, that valuable time was slipping away. Finally, Nicci turned to him. The fire seemed to gave gone out of her.
«Richard, I'm sorry that I can't make it real for you.» She brushed away a tear as it ran down her cheek, «I'm sorry to let you down.»
With a grim expression, Cara met Nicci's gaze. «I guess we have something in common.»
Richard gently touched his fingertips to the statue of Spirit. The uplifted face, its proud gaze set in white marble, lost its glow as the last rays of the setting sun sank behind the hills.
«Neither one of you let me down,» he said. «You both are telling me what you believe. But Kahlan is not a dream. She's as real as her spirit carved in this stone.»
CHAPTER 15
«Richard,» Nicci said in a quiet voice, «that's not what is going on here, it doesn't even remotely make sense.»
Richard couldn't understand how Nicci, being a sorceress, couldn't see it. «Yes it does. Magic made everyone forget Zedd. After Kahlan met me in the woods that day, she told me how she was looking for the great wizard, but that no one could recall the old one's name because he had cast a web of magic to make them forget it. Magic must have been used to make everyone forget Kahlan in the same way.»
«Except you?» Nicci said as she arched an eyebrow. «This magic seems lo have failed where you're concerned, since you have no trouble remembering her.»
Richard had been expecting just such an argument. «It's possible that since I alone have a different form of the gift, the spell didn't work on me.»
Nicci again drew a deep, patient breath. «You say that this woman, Kahlan, came looking for the missing wizard, the 'old one,' right?»
«Right.»
«Don't you see the problem, Richard? She knew that she was looking for this old one, the missing wizard.»
Richard was nodding. «That's right.»
Nicci leaned toward him. «That kind of spell is quite troublesome to create, and it has a number of complications that must be taken into account, but other than that it's not altogether remarkable. Difficult, yes, remarkable, no.»
«Then that must be what was done with Kahlan. Someone-maybe one of the Order's wizards traveling with the supply convoy-took her and cast a spell to try to make us all forget her so that we wouldn't come after them.»
«Why would someone go to the trouble to do such a thing?» Cara asked. «Why not simply kill her? What's the purpose in capturing her and then making everyone forget her?»
«I'm not sure. Maybe they simply wanted to have a way to escape without being followed. Maybe they intend to spirit her away and then, at a time of their choosing, parade their prisoner before their subjects to show their power, to show that they can capture anyone who opposes them. The fact remains that she's gone and no one but me remembers her. It makes sense to me that a spell must have been used, like the spell Zedd used to make people forget him.»
Nicci pinched the bridge of her nose in a way that somehow made Richard feel just a little stupid, as if his idea was so foolish it was giving her a headache. «Everyone was looking for this old one, this great wizard. They remembered that he was the great wizard, that he was an important, accomplished man, even that he was from the Midlands. They merely couldn't remember his name and probably what he looked like. So, without his name or a description of him they were having a great deal of difficulty finding him.»
Richard nodded. «That's right.»
«Don't you see, Richard? They knew that he existed, knew that he was the old wizard, and probably had a great many memories of things he had done, but they simply couldn't recall his name-because of the spell. That's all his name. They couldn't remember his name even though they remembered that the man existed.
«But this wife of yours is remembered by no one except you. We don't know her name or anything else about her. We have no memory of her or of anything she supposedly did with us. We have no knowledge of anything at all about her. Not one thing. She exists in no one's mind but yours.»
Richard saw the distinction but wasn't ready to concede the point. «But maybe this was just a stronger spell, or something. It must have been much the same, but just more powerful so that everyone not only forgets her name, but forgets her altogether.»
Nicci gently gripped his shoulders in an almost painfully sympathetic manner.
«Richard, I admit that to someone like you, who grew up without understanding magic, that might seem like it makes sense-and it's very inventive, it really is-but it simply doesn't work that way in the real world.
To someone without an understanding of how such power works it must seem entirely logical, at least on the surface. But when you look deeper the difference between a spell to make everyone forget a person's name and a spell making everyone forget that the person ever existed, it's the difference between lighting a fire at camp and igniting a second sun in the sky.»
Richard threw up his hands in frustration. «But why?»
«Because the first alters only one thing, the memory of a person's name-and I must add that such a thing, as simple as it might seem on the face of it, is profoundly difficult and beyond the ability of all but a handful of the most gifted individuals and even then they must have extensive knowledge. Still, everyone knows that they have forgotten the great wizard's name so even as it does the work of making people forget that name, the spell only has to accomplish this one clearly defined and limited task. The difficulty with spells of this nature is in how broadly the task is applied, but for the purpose of this example that is beside the point.
«Where the first example alters one thing, the name of the vanished wizard, the second alters nearly everything. That is what makes it beyond difficult; it makes it impossible.»
«I still don't understand.» Richard paced from the statue partway out across the platform and back, gesturing as he spoke. «It seems to me like it does roughly the same thing.»
«Think of all the ways a person, especially an important person such as the Mother Confessor, touches the lives of nearly everyone. Dear spirits, Richard, she oversaw the Central Council of the Midlands. She made decisions that affected every land.»
Richard closed the distance to the sorceress. «What difference does that make? Zedd was First Wizard. He was important, too, and he touched a lot of lives.»
«And people only forgot his name; they did not forget the man himself. Try, for a moment, to imagine what would be the result if a spell could make everyone forget a simple man.» Nicci walked off a few paces and then abruptly turned back. «Say, Faval, the charcoal maker. Not just forget his name, but forget the man entirely. Forget that he exists or ever did, just like you suggest happened to this woman, Kahlan.
«What would happen? What would Faval's family do? Who would his children think fathered them? Who would his wife think made her pregnant and gave her children, if she couldn't remember Faval? Where was this mystery man who sired a family? Would her mind invent another man to soothe her panic and fill the void? What would her friends believe [??aril??] how would all of their thoughts mesh with hers? What would everyone believe without the truth to support their thinking? What would happens when people's mind's fabricated patches filling the gaps in their memories, and those patches didn't match? With the charcoal ovens all around his home, how would his wife and children think they got there and how had all the charcoal been made? What would happen at the foundry when Faval sold his charcoal? What would Priska think-that somehow basket of charcoal had magically appeared in the bins in the storage room of his foundry?
«I'm not even beginning to scratch the surface of the ever expanding complications such a fanciful forget-me spell cast on Faval would cause —the accounting of money, the allocation of work, the agreements with lumbermen and other workers, the documents, the promises he'd made and all the rest. Think of all the confusion and disarray such a thing would cause, and that's with one little-known man living in a tiny house down in lonely lane.» ,
Nicci lifted an arm as if in grand introduction, «But with a woman like the Mother Confessor herself?» She let the arm drop. «I can't even begin to imagine the tangle of consequences left snarled in the wake of such an incomprehensible event.»
Nicci's mane of blond hair stood out against the dark background of trees on the hills beyond the broad, level grassy expanse. Her hair's length and its sweeping curves looked casual, even comfortably intimate, and complemented her shapely form in her black dress, but the power of her presence was not to be taken lightly. At that moment, as she stood illuminated by a ray of light from the setting sun, she was a breathtaking figure of astute perception and knowledgeable authority, a force that seemed beyond reproach. Richard stood mute and motionless as she went on in an instructional tone.
«It's the cascade of connections to all those specific incidents that would make such a spell impossible. Every little thing that the Mother Confessor had ever done would snowball together with connected circumstances in which she may not even have been personally involved, compounding the number of events that would become tainted by such a spell. The power, the complexity, the sheer magnitude of it is beyond comprehension.
«Those complications must draw power from the spell in order to counteract the disruptive potential of such complications. Those exigencies feed off the power of the spell that seeks to command the nature of the spell. Al some point, a spell without the power to compensate for a growing vortex of such dissipative events would simply sputter and die like a candle in a downpour.»
Nicci stepped close and jabbed a finger at his chest. «And that's not even taking into account the most glaring inconsistency of your dream. In your delirium you dreamed up an even more complex predicament. You dreamed up not only this woman, this wife, who is remembered by no one else, but in your irrational dreaming state you went further, much further, without realizing the fateful consequences. You see, it wasn't merely some country girl, who no one knew, that you dreamed up for yourself. No, you made her a known person. In the context of a dream that might seem a simple thing, but in the real world a known person creates a congruency dilemma.
«And yet, you went further still! Even a known person would not be as complicated as what you did.
«In your state of delirium you picked the Mother Confessor herself, a near mythic individual, a person of great importance, but at the same time a person far away, a person that neither Cara nor I nor Victor would know. None of us is from the distant Midlands, so we would have no way to easily offer up facts that are inconsistent with your dream. That distance might have made sense in your dream because it seemed to also solve the [??ünlidy] problem of contradictory facts, but in the real world it still creates for you a problem of insurmountable magnitude: Such a woman is widely known. It's only a matter of time until your carefully constructed world clashes with the real world and begins to fall apart. By picking a known person, you have doomed your idyllic dream to destruction.»
Nicci lifted his chin and made him look into her eyes. «In your troubled slate of mind, Richard, you dreamed up someone comforting. You were facing the abyss of death; you desperately wanted someone to love you, someone who made you feel less afraid, less terrified, less alone. That's completely understandable, it really is. I don't think any less of you I couldn't-because you created such a solution for yourself when you were so afraid and so alone, but it's over and yon have to come to grip, with it.
«If it had been an unknown woman you imagined, then the dream would have been nothing more than an ethereal abstraction. But you inadvertently linked it to reality because the Mother Confessor is known by a great many people. If you ever get back to the Midlands, or run into people from the Midlands, your dream will come face-to-face with the indisputable reality. For you, each one of those people is a lurking shadow ready to shoot an arrow, but this time an arrow that will not fail to pierce your heart.
«It could even be worse. What if the real Mother Confessor is dead?»
Richard drew back. «But she's not.»
«Lord Rahl,» Cara said, «I remember several years ago when Darken Rahl sent the quads to kill all the Confessors. The quads don't fail at the task of assassination.»
Richard stared at the Mord-Sith. «But they failed to get her.»
«Richard,» Nicci said in a gentle tone, drawing his gaze back to her, «what if you someday get to the Midlands and you discover that the real Mother Confessor was not what you imagined, but was in fact an old woman? After all, the Confessors didn't name women as young as this love of yours would have been to be the Mother Confessor. What if you find out that the real woman was old, and worse, that she is long dead? The truth, now. What would you do then, if you were confronted by that and it was real?»
Richard's mouth was so dry that he had to work his tongue in order to be able to wet his lips enough to speak. «I don't know.»
Nicci smiled wistfully. «An honest answer, at last.» Even that smile was more than she could manage, and it vanished. «I'm afraid for you, Richard, afraid for what will become of your state of mind if you continue to cling to this, let it take over your whole life, and then it finally comes lo something like that, which it will. Sooner or later you are going to come face to face with the stone cold reality of the situation.»
«Nicci, just because you can't envision.»
«Richard,» she said, quietly cutting him off, «I'm a sorceress. I've been a Sister of the Light and a Sister of the Dark. I know a thing or two about magic. I'm telling you that such a thing as you suggest is simply beyond the power of any magic I know of. It is not beyond the power of a desperate man to dream up, but it is unworkable in the real world. You can't even begin to imagine the dire consequences were such a thing to even be attempted, much less possible.»
«Nicci, I grant you your great knowledge on the subject, but you don't know everything. Just because you don't know how to do something, that does not mean it's impossible. It only means that you don't know how it can be done. You just don't want to admit that you might be wrong.»
Her hands fisted at her sides as she blinked. «Do you think that I want to oppose you in this? Is that what you think? Do you think I enjoy trying in make you see the truth? Do you think that I like being against you in everything?
«What I know is that somehow, in some way, someone has made all of you forget that Kahlan exists. I know that she's real, and I intend on finding her. Even if you don't like it.»
Nicci, her blue eyes brimming with tears, turned her back on him and gazed up briefly at the statue towering over her. «Richard, I would eagerly grand you your dream were it within my power to make it real. You cannot imagine what I would give to have you have what you want — to make you happy.»
Richard watched the violet clouds at the horizon turning dark. It somehow seemed too peaceful to be real. Nicci stood with her arms folded, glaring off in the opposite direction, staring into the gathering darkness. Cara stood nearby, keeping an eye on all the people roaming the former palace grounds.
«Nicci,» Richard finally said into the uncomfortable silence atop the vast marble circle, «do you have any explanations other than this being a dream? Is there anything within your knowledge that has any chance at all of being the cause of this? Is there anything at all, any kind of magic, that you can think of that would help solve this puzzle?»
He watched her back, wondering if she would answer. A long shadow lay across the curved, bronze dial plane encircling the proud figure. Idling him what he knew, that the day was dying, that valuable time was slipping away. Finally, Nicci turned to him. The fire seemed to gave gone out of her.
«Richard, I'm sorry that I can't make it real for you.» She brushed away a tear as it ran down her cheek, «I'm sorry to let you down.»
With a grim expression, Cara met Nicci's gaze. «I guess we have something in common.»
Richard gently touched his fingertips to the statue of Spirit. The uplifted face, its proud gaze set in white marble, lost its glow as the last rays of the setting sun sank behind the hills.
«Neither one of you let me down,» he said. «You both are telling me what you believe. But Kahlan is not a dream. She's as real as her spirit carved in this stone.»
CHAPTER 15
Richard turned to a distant commotion and spotted a group of people heading toward the monument. From atop the prominence he could see yet more people strung out behind, perhaps drawn by the activity, or perhaps by the purposeful look of the cluster of men as they made their way across the open expanse of ground. At the head of the small crowd was just the man Richard wanted to see.
Still some distance off, the man waved an arm. «Richard!»
Despite everything, Richard couldn't help but smile at the familiar stocky fellow wearing his customary, curious red hat with a narrow brim. When the man saw that Richard had seen him, he picked up his pace, trotting across the grass.
«Richard,» he called again. «You've come back-just as you promised!»
As the group of people swarmed up the hill of steps, Richard started down to meet them. It was then that Richard also saw that Victor was making his way steadily through the gathering throng. At a wide marble landing, Ishaq rushed up and seized Richard's hand, pumping it with great glee.
«Richard, I'm so happy to see you back in Altur'Rang. You come to drive a wagon for my transport company, yes? I have orders stacked up. How do I get myself into these messes? I need you back. You can start tomorrow?»
«Glad to see you, too, Ishaq.»
Ishaq was still pumping Richard's hand. «Then you will come back? I will make you a full partner. We share everything equal, you and I.»
«Ishaq, with as much money as you owe me.»
«Money,» Ishaq scoffed. «What is this talk of money? I have so much work now and more all the time that there is no time to worry about money. Forget money. We can earn all the money you want. I need a man with a good head. I will make you a partner. If you want, you can make me your partner-we will gel more work this way. Everyone asks after you, 'Where is Richard?' they all say. I tell you, Richard, if you.»
«Ishaq, I can't. I'm trying to find Kahlan.»
Ishaq blinked. «Kahlan?»
«His wife,» a scowling Victor said as he stepped through the men behind Ishaq.
Ishaq turned to gawk at Victor. He turned back to Richard.
«Wife?» He swept his red hat off his head. «Wife? But this is wonderful!» He spread his arms. «Wonderful!» He threw his arms around Richard and hugged him as he laughed and danced back and forth on the balls of his feet. «You took a wife! This is wonderful news. We will have a banquet and.»
«She's missing,» Richard said, easing Ishaq back to arm's length. «I'm looking for her. We don't know what happened.»
«Missing?» Ishaq swiped back his dark hair and replaced his red hat. «I will help. I will go with you.» His dark eyes turned serious. «Tell me what I can do.»
It was no empty offer Ishaq made for the sake of courtesy. He was sincere. It was heartwarming to know that this man would drop everything to help.
Richard didn't think, though, that this was the time or place to explain. «It's not that simple.»
«Richard,» Victor said as he leaned closer, «we've got trouble.»
Ishaq frowned at Victor, gesturing irritably. «Richard's wife is missing. Why you bring him more worries on top of that?»
«It's all right, Ishaq. Victor already knows about Kahlan.» Richard rested his left hand on the pommel of his sword. «What sort of trouble?» he asked Victor.
«Scouts have just returned to report Imperial Order troops coming this way.»
Ishaq swept his hat from his head again. «Troops?»
«Another supply convoy?» Richard asked.
«No,» Victor said with a firm shake of his head. «These men are combat troops and they're coming this way.»
Ishaq's eyes grew round. «Soldiers are coming? How soon?»
Voices carried the worrisome news back through the growing crowd.
«At the rate they're marching, they're still a few days out. We have some time to get our defenses organized. But not a lot of time.»
Nicci stepped up close to Richard's side. With her back straight, her head held high, and her cutting gaze, she drew all eyes. Voices quieted as they watched her. Even people who didn't know who Nicci was tended to fall silent in her presence. Some because of her stunning looks, some because there was just something dangerous about her commanding presence, on top of her physical attraction, that made them tend to lose their nerve along with their voice.
«And the scouts are sure they're headed this way?» she asked. «Couldn't they just be passing near on their way north?»
«They're not heading north.» Victor arched an eyebrow. «They're coming from the north.»
Richard's fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword. «They're coming down from the north-are you sure?»
Victor nodded. «They're seasoned combat troops. Worse still, they've picked up one of those priests somewhere along the way.»
The gathered men gasped. Whispers of the news spread back through the crowd. Some of the men started asking questions, each trying to be heard over the others.
Nicci lifted a hand, commanding silence. With no more effort than that, the darkening hillside of marble steps fell quiet. In the tense hush, she leaned toward the grim blacksmith. Nicci's brow drew down like a hawk that had just spotted dinner.
«They have a wizard with them?» she hissed.
Victor didn't back up-one of the few who didn't. «He's said to be a high priest of the Fellowship of Order.»
«All the Brothers in the Fellowship are wizards,» Ishaq pointed out. «This is not good news. Not good at all.»
«Can't argue with that,» Victor said. «From the reports brought back by the men, there is no doubt that this one is a wizard.»
Worried conversation again swept through the crowd. Some swore that such a development would make no difference, that they would fight any attempt by the Order to take back Altur'Rang. Others weren't so sure as to what should be done.
Nicci, staring off as she considered what she'd heard, finally returned her gaze to Victor. «Do the scouts know his name or anything about him that might help identify him?»
Victor hooked his thumbs behind his belt as he gave her a single nod, «The high priest's name is Kronos.»
«Kronos.» she murmured in thought.
«The scouts who spotted the troops used their heads,» Victor told her, «They hadn't been seen, so they got out ahead of the soldiers and mingled into a town along the legion's path and waited for them to arrive. The soldiers camped just outside the town for a few nights to rest up and to resupply. Apparently they stripped the town bare in the process. When they got drunk they talked enough for my men to get the gist of what they're up to and what they are up to is not just putting an end to the insurrection in Altur'Rang. Their orders are to crush the revolt and not to be gentle about it. They said they were to make examples of the people there. They don't seem to think it will be a big task, and they're looking forward to the fun they'll be having after the victory.»
A pall of silence fell over the crowd.
«What about the wizard?» Ishaq asked.
«The men say that this fellow Kronos is a pious sort. He's average height with blue eyes. He didn't do any drinking with the soldiers. Instead, he lectured the town's folks long and often on the need to follow the Creator's true ways by sacrificing what they had for the good of their fellow man, the Imperial Order, and their beloved emperor.
«But, as it turns out, when he's not lecturing he's a letch, and apparently it doesn't matter much to him who the woman is or if she's at all willing. After one man angrily raised a ruckus about his daughter being taken right off the street by Kronos's orders, the good Brother came out and with a flash of his power burned the hide right off the father. The pious wizard left the man screaming and twitching as a lesson and he went back inside to finish his business with the daughter. The poor fellow was several hours dying. My men said it was as horrifying as anything they'd ever seen. After that, no one else had much to say when any woman caught Kronos's eye.»
Murmuring broke out in the crowd. Many of the people were shocked and angered by the story. A number were frightened that this man was not only coming for them but was under orders to make examples of them.
Nicci didn't look at all surprised by the report of such brutality. Alter lengthy consideration, she finally shook her head.
«I don't know this Brother of the Order, but there are a number of them that I don't know.»
Ishaq's dark eyes shifted between Richard and Nicci. «What are we going to do? Troops and a wizard. This is not good. But you have ideas, yes?»
Some in the crowd voiced their agreement with Ishaq, wanting to know what Richard thought. He didn't really see what there was to discuss.
«You've all fought for and won your freedom,» Richard said. «I would suggest that you don't give it up.»
A number of men nodded. They knew all too well what it was like to live under the heel of the Order. They had learned, too, what it meant to be free to live their own lives. Nonetheless, fear seemed to be stealing into the mood of the crowd.
«But now you're here to lead us, Lord Rahl,» one of the men said. «You've faced worse than this, I'm sure. With your help we can fight off these soldiers.»
In the gathering gloom Richard appraised the expectant faces watching him.
«I'm afraid that I can't stay. I have something of critical importance I must do. I will have to leave in the morning at first light.»
Shocked silence greeted him.
«But the soldiers are only a few days away,» one of the men finally said. «Surely, Lord Rahl, you can wait that long.»
«If I could, I would stand here with you against these soldiers, just as I've stood with you before, but right now I can't afford to delay that long. I must carry the fight elsewhere. It's the same fight, so I will be with you in spirit.»
The man looked stunned. «But it's just a few days.»
«Don't you see that it's much more than that? If I stay, and we defeat those men who are coming to kill you, then, eventually, more will come. You have to be able to stand on your own. You can't depend on me to stay here indefinitely and help you uphold your freedom every time Jagang sends soldiers to take back Altur'Rang. The world is full of places like Altur'Rang, all facing the same ordeal. Sooner or later you'll have to accept the responsibility of standing on your own. Now is as good a time as any.»
«So you're deserting us when we need you most?» A voice farther back called out.
The crowd didn't speak up to agree with the sentiment, but it was clear that more than one person had the same thought. Cara inched forward. Before she could step in front of him, Richard surreptitiously lifted his hand, touching her leg in warning for her to stay where she was.
«Now, look here,» Victor growled, «Richard isn't deserting anything, and I'll hear none of that kind of talk.» Men backed away at the measured menace in his voice. Victor's glare alone was enough to turn men twice his size pale. «He has already done more for us than anyone ever before. He showed us that we can each run our own lives for ourselves and that's what changed everything. You've all lived here your whole life under the Order. Richard showed us what we're really made of, showed us that we're proud men and we can handle ourselves with courage. We're the ones who took responsibility for our own lives and gained our own freedom. He didn't come here and give us anything. We earned it.»
Most of the men standing on the steps and spread out across the lawns fell silent. Some, feeling shamed, stole looks around at the others. A number of the men finally spoke up that they agreed with Victor.
As the men fell to debating among themselves what it was they ought to do, Nicci seized Richard's arm from behind and drew him back to where she could speak in confidence. «Richard, this fight here is more important.»
«I can't stay.»
Her blue eyes flashed with bottled fury. «This is where you should be, leading these men. You're the Lord Rahl. They're counting on you.»
«I am not responsible for their lives. They already made their choice as to how they will live when they started the revolt. They did that on their own and they won that battle. We all are fighting for what we believe in. We all are fighting for the same thing-the right to live the life we want for ourselves. I'm doing what I believe I must.»
«You're running away from the fight to chase phantoms.»
The sting of her words hung in the air, unanswered. Richard instead stepped away from the sorceress and addressed the men.
«The Old World and the New World are at war.» The crowd slowly fell silent as people craned their necks in order to see Richard and hear his words, «The troops on their way here are battle tested men from that war.
As they've rampaged across the land, they've used their swords, axes, and flails against both the armed and the unarmed people to the north, the people of the New World. Those troops are experienced at overrunning cities and slaughtering the inhabitants. When they get here, they will torture, rape, and murder the people of this city, just as they've done to the people in cities to the north — unless you stop them first.
«But even if you do stop them, that will not be the end of it. The Order will send more soldiers. If you defeat them, they will eventually send even more the next time.»
«Richard, what are you saying?» Ishaq asked into the still evening air. «Are you saying that it is hopeless-that we should give up?»
«No. I'm saying that you need to face the true dimension of what it means to fight the Imperial Order-the true nature of the task. If you wish to be free, then you need to do more than stand here in this place and defend your city.
«No war was ever won defensively.
«If you are to be truly free, then you must fight to put a stop to those who seek to extinguish freedom. If you are to be truly free, then you must be part of the cause to rid the world of the Imperial Order. The D'Haran Empire, the land I rule, is all that now stands against the Order.» Richard slowly shook his head. «But alone, they have no chance to win. Once the D'Haran Empire falls, Emperor Jagang will be freed up from the effort of that war and he will then bring his full force to bear on any pockets of resistance to the Order's beliefs.
«At the head of his list will be Altur'Rang. This is his home city. He will not allow the black mark of freedom to stand against his devout beliefs. He will turn loose on you his most vicious fighters-the sons of the Old World. You will be isolated and gutted by Jagang's army of your fellow countrymen. You will die to a man, your male children will be murdered, and your wives and sisters and daughters will be used as rewards for the brutes who enforce the Order's authority.»
The crowd stood in rapt silence. They were now in the grip of fear. This was not the brave and boastful talk they had expected to hear on the eve of battle.
Victor cleared his throat. «You are trying to tell us something, Richard?»
Richard nodded as he gazed out over the mule throng watching him from below the landing where ho stood. «Yes. I'm trying to tell you that you must do more than stand and defend yourselves when these men come. You can't win that kind of war. You must strike out at the Imperial Order and help bring them down.»
Ishaq lifted a hand. «Bring them down? In what way?»
«As you all well know, life under the Order offers nothing but decay and ruin. There is little work, little food, little to look forward to — except the promise of glory in some afterworld life-but only in exchange for your selfless service in this one. The priests of the Fellowship of Order have nothing to offer you but misery, so they proclaim suffering a virtue and in exchange generously grant you extravagant, eternal rewards in some other world. Rewards that cannot be examined beforehand, rewards in a world that is unknowable, except, they claim, to them. Not one of you would be gullible enough to trade a dog for such hollow promises, and yet legions have been swindled into eagerly offering up their own lives, the only life they will ever have, in the unfair exchange.
«Jagang invokes the cause of the Creator, the fight for mankind's future, and the elimination of those with the gift as the noble reasons for the Old World to invade the New World. He tells his subjects that the people far away to the north are immoral heathens and, as a duty to the Creator, they must be struck down.
«In reality, Jagang is doing nothing more than producing a diversion to cover the widespread poverty and unemployment created by the Imperial Order's doctrines. A failed Old World of crushing poverty and widespread death is thus blamed on traitors among the people-that would be you —and on their supposedly wicked brethren to the north. Jagang gives hopeless young men an object of hatred upon which to extract revenge for their misery.
«In so doing, out of the ranks of the young men of the Old World, Jagang has created an army of zealots. You know yourselves the throngs of such young men who have departed from Altur'Rang to join the 'noble' cause. These men have little in life to look forward to and have grasped eagerly at the Order's teachings. Jagang has given them someone to blame for all their woes: those who don't submit to the teachings of the Order. These men have been indoctrinated in a culture of death and turned loose on those who have liberty, prosperity, and the most hateful thing of all, happiness. Most are well beyond reason or redemption.
«Fighting far from home, Jagang allows these savages to pillage and loot their way across the land, hoping they will forget the miserable future awaiting them back home. In the name of the Creator and the Order they slaughter all opposition and take vast territory as their own. With their great numbers they vanquish all who go up against them. They terrorize everyone in their path. The panic of waiting for the murdering horde to arrive is too much for many, and in the hopes of being spared the worst of what Jagang's men would do, some places surrender and petition to join the cause of the Imperial Order.»
«You are saying it is hopeless to fight them?» someone asked into the tense evening silence.
«I am telling you the true nature of what we all face,» Richard said. «But it does not have to be hopeless if you understand the essence of the fight.
«For one thing, the Imperial Order has not fully grasped the corrosive effect of distance from their homeland. No matter how much they loot, they still need vast quantities of every kind of supply, from flour to make bread to feathers to make arrows. They can't scavenge enough food to feed their numbers. They need craftsmen and workers to support their fighting men and they need a steady stream of new soldiers to replace the vast numbers lost in the battles of the campaign. It is difficult to fight in a strange and distant land. Their losses from sickness alone have been staggering. Yet with reinforcements always arriving they have been able to more than replace all they lose. Their army grows constantly, becoming more formidable with each passing day. But that means it also has more needs every day.
«Those convoys of supplies that are constantly streaming north are vital to the efforts of the Imperial Order in conquering the New World. The New World may seem a faraway problem to you, but it is your problem as much as those troops headed this way in a few days. Once those brutes up north are finished murdering my people, they will be coming back here to murder you. If the Order wins, all of us lose. It doesn't matter where we are. There will be no place to hide.
«If you want to live, not just tomorrow, or the day after you defeat those troops headed this way, but to live next season, next year, and the year after; if you want to raise a family, keep what you earn, and better yourselves and the lives of your children; then you need to help to destroy the Order's ability lo survive.
«Victor and his men have already been doing this, but they are only able to whisper when they need to howl in fury. They need far more people to join them in the effort. You need to help in a determined effort to hit the Order's supply convoys and destroy them. Kill their men going In fight. Cripple their ability to carry on. You need to deprive the Order of flour and feathers and reinforcements. Every man who dies of starvation in the trackless mountains to the north is a man the Order can't send back to the Old World to shove his knife in your belly.
«In addition, there are other means to prevail.» Richard gestured to Cara and Nicci. «These two who now stand with me once stood against me. They were enemies of what I believe in-of what you have come to believe in-but when I helped them to understand that I fight for life, for the values of life, they came to realize the truth and became warriors in that same cause.»
Richard lifted a hand out at the crowd spread down the steps and across the lawns. «Look at all of you. Not all that long ago you were the enemies of the New World. Many of you for much of your lives might have believed the lies of the Order. But when given a glimpse of the bright flame of what life can and should be, you had the presence of mind to choose life. I now stand with former enemies, in the heart of enemy territory, among a people once my enemy. Yet now we are all believers in the same cause: that life is worth living for its own sake. Many of us have become fast friends. We are now all on the same side in the greatest struggle of our lives.
«It is possible to make some people who are working for the success of the Order see the wonder and beauty in this life. If you can do that, then you will have one less person who wants to kill you. It would be my choice to win them all over to the truth and to have a world of people living in peace.
«But there are those who are lost to the truth, lost to reason. They hate that you embrace what is good in life. If you can't win these followers of the Order to our side, then you must kill them, for surely, given the chance, they will kill you and destroy everything you hold dear. You must spread the fight everywhere-leave no place safe for those who preach death. Yes, you will need to kill the wild-eyed fanatics eagerly fighting in the cause of the Order, but far more important than that, you must strike at the root and kill those who preach the doctrines of the Imperial Order.
«They are the ones who corrupt and poison unthinking minds and, if not stopped, they will breed an endless supply of newly minted brutes to come after you and your families. Men with such hate in their hearts recognize no boundaries. They will never allow you to exist because your prosperity and happiness puts the lie to what they teach.
«If you wish to live free, then you must see to it that these disciples of hatred know that there is no safe place for them, that their ways will not be tolerated by civilized men, and that you will not rest until they are all hunted down and killed because you understand that they want nothing less than to end civilization. You must not let them have what they lust after.
«You've all bravely taken the first step and thrown off your shackles. None of you need prove yourselves to me. But this is not about a single battle won. This is about the future of how you will live your lives from now on-how your children and your grandchildren will live their lives. You've fought bravely. Many have already lost their lives pursuing our common goal and many more yet will. But victory over evil is possible and within your power. You won a battle for something profound: your own lives to live as you see fit. But don't now fail to see that the war for that ideal is a long way from being finished.
«You have won your right to live free today. Now you must have the fire to fight to live free always.»
«Freedom is never easy to keep and can easily be lost. All it takes is willful indifference.
Richard lifted an arm back toward the statue standing proudly in the afterglow of sunset. «That will to hold life dear, to be free, is the spirit of this statue we all so admire.»
«But Lord Rahl,» someone complained, «that is too big a task for us. We are simple people, not warriors. Maybe if you were to lead us it would be different.»
Richard laid a hand on his chest. «I was a simple woods guide when I realized that I had to rise to the challenges facing me. I, too, didn't want to lace the seemingly invincible evil that loomed over me. But a wise woman-the woman that statue is modeled after-made me see that I had lo do so. I am no better than you, no stronger than you. I am simply a man who has come to understand the need to stand without compromise against tyranny. I have taken up that cause because I no longer wanted to live in fear, but to live my own life.
«Those people in the New World to the north are fighting and dying every day. They are simple people like you. None of them wishes to fight, but they must or they will surely die. Their fate today is your fate tomorrow. They can't continue to stand alone and hope to win. When your time comes, neither will you. They need you to be a part of a free world, to attack those who bring the shadow of a dark age over all the world.»
A man near the front spoke up. «But aren't you saying the same thing as the Order, that we must sacrifice for the greater good of mankind?»
Richard smiled at the very idea. «Those who wish to impose an idea of a greater good are simply haters of the good. It's enlightened self-interest that causes me to lift a sword against the Imperial Order. It's purely for your own self-interest, and your self-interest in those you love, that I think you should fight-in whatever way you think you can best help our common goal. I'm not forcing you to fight for the greater good of mankind, but trying to make you see that it's a fight for your own life.
«Don't ever make the mistake of thinking that such self-interest is wrong. Self-interest is survival. Self-interest is the substance of life.
«In your own reasoned self-interest, I suggest that you rise up and strike down the Order. Only then can you truly have freedom.
«The eyes of the Old World are upon you.»
The dark figures of all the people in fading light stretched back as far as Richard could see. He was relieved to see a lot of nodding heads.
Victor's gaze swept over the men before he turned back to Richard. «I think we are of a mind, Lord Rahl. I will do what I can to see it through.»
Richard clasped arms with Victor as the crowd broke into cheering. Finally, as men all across Liberty Square began talking among themselves as to how best to meet the challenge, Richard turned away and took Nicci aside. Cara followed close on his heels.
«Richard, I know the value of what you have just done, but these people still need you to.»
«Nicci,» he said, cutting her off, «I have to leave in the morning. Cara is going with me. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I think it would be a good idea if you were to choose to stay and help these people. They're facing a terrible enough challenge just with the soldiers, but they additionally must face a wizard. You know a lot better than I how to counter that kind of threat. You could be a tremendous help to these people.»
She looked for a long time into his eyes before she glanced to the crowd not far off behind him and down the steps.
«I need to be with you,» she said in a measured tone, but it still sounded to him like a plea.
«Like I said, it's your life and I'm not going to tell you what to do, just like I'd not like you trying to tell me what I must do.»
«You should stay and help,» she said. She broke eye contact and looked away. «But it's your life and you must do what you think best. I guess, after all you are the Seeker.» She again glanced at the men gathering around close to Victor, making plans. «These people may not right now voice objections to what you had to say, but they will be thinking about it and they may very well decide later, after they face the soldiers, after a terrible and bloody fight, that they don't wish to do more.»
Still some distance off, the man waved an arm. «Richard!»
Despite everything, Richard couldn't help but smile at the familiar stocky fellow wearing his customary, curious red hat with a narrow brim. When the man saw that Richard had seen him, he picked up his pace, trotting across the grass.
«Richard,» he called again. «You've come back-just as you promised!»
As the group of people swarmed up the hill of steps, Richard started down to meet them. It was then that Richard also saw that Victor was making his way steadily through the gathering throng. At a wide marble landing, Ishaq rushed up and seized Richard's hand, pumping it with great glee.
«Richard, I'm so happy to see you back in Altur'Rang. You come to drive a wagon for my transport company, yes? I have orders stacked up. How do I get myself into these messes? I need you back. You can start tomorrow?»
«Glad to see you, too, Ishaq.»
Ishaq was still pumping Richard's hand. «Then you will come back? I will make you a full partner. We share everything equal, you and I.»
«Ishaq, with as much money as you owe me.»
«Money,» Ishaq scoffed. «What is this talk of money? I have so much work now and more all the time that there is no time to worry about money. Forget money. We can earn all the money you want. I need a man with a good head. I will make you a partner. If you want, you can make me your partner-we will gel more work this way. Everyone asks after you, 'Where is Richard?' they all say. I tell you, Richard, if you.»
«Ishaq, I can't. I'm trying to find Kahlan.»
Ishaq blinked. «Kahlan?»
«His wife,» a scowling Victor said as he stepped through the men behind Ishaq.
Ishaq turned to gawk at Victor. He turned back to Richard.
«Wife?» He swept his red hat off his head. «Wife? But this is wonderful!» He spread his arms. «Wonderful!» He threw his arms around Richard and hugged him as he laughed and danced back and forth on the balls of his feet. «You took a wife! This is wonderful news. We will have a banquet and.»
«She's missing,» Richard said, easing Ishaq back to arm's length. «I'm looking for her. We don't know what happened.»
«Missing?» Ishaq swiped back his dark hair and replaced his red hat. «I will help. I will go with you.» His dark eyes turned serious. «Tell me what I can do.»
It was no empty offer Ishaq made for the sake of courtesy. He was sincere. It was heartwarming to know that this man would drop everything to help.
Richard didn't think, though, that this was the time or place to explain. «It's not that simple.»
«Richard,» Victor said as he leaned closer, «we've got trouble.»
Ishaq frowned at Victor, gesturing irritably. «Richard's wife is missing. Why you bring him more worries on top of that?»
«It's all right, Ishaq. Victor already knows about Kahlan.» Richard rested his left hand on the pommel of his sword. «What sort of trouble?» he asked Victor.
«Scouts have just returned to report Imperial Order troops coming this way.»
Ishaq swept his hat from his head again. «Troops?»
«Another supply convoy?» Richard asked.
«No,» Victor said with a firm shake of his head. «These men are combat troops and they're coming this way.»
Ishaq's eyes grew round. «Soldiers are coming? How soon?»
Voices carried the worrisome news back through the growing crowd.
«At the rate they're marching, they're still a few days out. We have some time to get our defenses organized. But not a lot of time.»
Nicci stepped up close to Richard's side. With her back straight, her head held high, and her cutting gaze, she drew all eyes. Voices quieted as they watched her. Even people who didn't know who Nicci was tended to fall silent in her presence. Some because of her stunning looks, some because there was just something dangerous about her commanding presence, on top of her physical attraction, that made them tend to lose their nerve along with their voice.
«And the scouts are sure they're headed this way?» she asked. «Couldn't they just be passing near on their way north?»
«They're not heading north.» Victor arched an eyebrow. «They're coming from the north.»
Richard's fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword. «They're coming down from the north-are you sure?»
Victor nodded. «They're seasoned combat troops. Worse still, they've picked up one of those priests somewhere along the way.»
The gathered men gasped. Whispers of the news spread back through the crowd. Some of the men started asking questions, each trying to be heard over the others.
Nicci lifted a hand, commanding silence. With no more effort than that, the darkening hillside of marble steps fell quiet. In the tense hush, she leaned toward the grim blacksmith. Nicci's brow drew down like a hawk that had just spotted dinner.
«They have a wizard with them?» she hissed.
Victor didn't back up-one of the few who didn't. «He's said to be a high priest of the Fellowship of Order.»
«All the Brothers in the Fellowship are wizards,» Ishaq pointed out. «This is not good news. Not good at all.»
«Can't argue with that,» Victor said. «From the reports brought back by the men, there is no doubt that this one is a wizard.»
Worried conversation again swept through the crowd. Some swore that such a development would make no difference, that they would fight any attempt by the Order to take back Altur'Rang. Others weren't so sure as to what should be done.
Nicci, staring off as she considered what she'd heard, finally returned her gaze to Victor. «Do the scouts know his name or anything about him that might help identify him?»
Victor hooked his thumbs behind his belt as he gave her a single nod, «The high priest's name is Kronos.»
«Kronos.» she murmured in thought.
«The scouts who spotted the troops used their heads,» Victor told her, «They hadn't been seen, so they got out ahead of the soldiers and mingled into a town along the legion's path and waited for them to arrive. The soldiers camped just outside the town for a few nights to rest up and to resupply. Apparently they stripped the town bare in the process. When they got drunk they talked enough for my men to get the gist of what they're up to and what they are up to is not just putting an end to the insurrection in Altur'Rang. Their orders are to crush the revolt and not to be gentle about it. They said they were to make examples of the people there. They don't seem to think it will be a big task, and they're looking forward to the fun they'll be having after the victory.»
A pall of silence fell over the crowd.
«What about the wizard?» Ishaq asked.
«The men say that this fellow Kronos is a pious sort. He's average height with blue eyes. He didn't do any drinking with the soldiers. Instead, he lectured the town's folks long and often on the need to follow the Creator's true ways by sacrificing what they had for the good of their fellow man, the Imperial Order, and their beloved emperor.
«But, as it turns out, when he's not lecturing he's a letch, and apparently it doesn't matter much to him who the woman is or if she's at all willing. After one man angrily raised a ruckus about his daughter being taken right off the street by Kronos's orders, the good Brother came out and with a flash of his power burned the hide right off the father. The pious wizard left the man screaming and twitching as a lesson and he went back inside to finish his business with the daughter. The poor fellow was several hours dying. My men said it was as horrifying as anything they'd ever seen. After that, no one else had much to say when any woman caught Kronos's eye.»
Murmuring broke out in the crowd. Many of the people were shocked and angered by the story. A number were frightened that this man was not only coming for them but was under orders to make examples of them.
Nicci didn't look at all surprised by the report of such brutality. Alter lengthy consideration, she finally shook her head.
«I don't know this Brother of the Order, but there are a number of them that I don't know.»
Ishaq's dark eyes shifted between Richard and Nicci. «What are we going to do? Troops and a wizard. This is not good. But you have ideas, yes?»
Some in the crowd voiced their agreement with Ishaq, wanting to know what Richard thought. He didn't really see what there was to discuss.
«You've all fought for and won your freedom,» Richard said. «I would suggest that you don't give it up.»
A number of men nodded. They knew all too well what it was like to live under the heel of the Order. They had learned, too, what it meant to be free to live their own lives. Nonetheless, fear seemed to be stealing into the mood of the crowd.
«But now you're here to lead us, Lord Rahl,» one of the men said. «You've faced worse than this, I'm sure. With your help we can fight off these soldiers.»
In the gathering gloom Richard appraised the expectant faces watching him.
«I'm afraid that I can't stay. I have something of critical importance I must do. I will have to leave in the morning at first light.»
Shocked silence greeted him.
«But the soldiers are only a few days away,» one of the men finally said. «Surely, Lord Rahl, you can wait that long.»
«If I could, I would stand here with you against these soldiers, just as I've stood with you before, but right now I can't afford to delay that long. I must carry the fight elsewhere. It's the same fight, so I will be with you in spirit.»
The man looked stunned. «But it's just a few days.»
«Don't you see that it's much more than that? If I stay, and we defeat those men who are coming to kill you, then, eventually, more will come. You have to be able to stand on your own. You can't depend on me to stay here indefinitely and help you uphold your freedom every time Jagang sends soldiers to take back Altur'Rang. The world is full of places like Altur'Rang, all facing the same ordeal. Sooner or later you'll have to accept the responsibility of standing on your own. Now is as good a time as any.»
«So you're deserting us when we need you most?» A voice farther back called out.
The crowd didn't speak up to agree with the sentiment, but it was clear that more than one person had the same thought. Cara inched forward. Before she could step in front of him, Richard surreptitiously lifted his hand, touching her leg in warning for her to stay where she was.
«Now, look here,» Victor growled, «Richard isn't deserting anything, and I'll hear none of that kind of talk.» Men backed away at the measured menace in his voice. Victor's glare alone was enough to turn men twice his size pale. «He has already done more for us than anyone ever before. He showed us that we can each run our own lives for ourselves and that's what changed everything. You've all lived here your whole life under the Order. Richard showed us what we're really made of, showed us that we're proud men and we can handle ourselves with courage. We're the ones who took responsibility for our own lives and gained our own freedom. He didn't come here and give us anything. We earned it.»
Most of the men standing on the steps and spread out across the lawns fell silent. Some, feeling shamed, stole looks around at the others. A number of the men finally spoke up that they agreed with Victor.
As the men fell to debating among themselves what it was they ought to do, Nicci seized Richard's arm from behind and drew him back to where she could speak in confidence. «Richard, this fight here is more important.»
«I can't stay.»
Her blue eyes flashed with bottled fury. «This is where you should be, leading these men. You're the Lord Rahl. They're counting on you.»
«I am not responsible for their lives. They already made their choice as to how they will live when they started the revolt. They did that on their own and they won that battle. We all are fighting for what we believe in. We all are fighting for the same thing-the right to live the life we want for ourselves. I'm doing what I believe I must.»
«You're running away from the fight to chase phantoms.»
The sting of her words hung in the air, unanswered. Richard instead stepped away from the sorceress and addressed the men.
«The Old World and the New World are at war.» The crowd slowly fell silent as people craned their necks in order to see Richard and hear his words, «The troops on their way here are battle tested men from that war.
As they've rampaged across the land, they've used their swords, axes, and flails against both the armed and the unarmed people to the north, the people of the New World. Those troops are experienced at overrunning cities and slaughtering the inhabitants. When they get here, they will torture, rape, and murder the people of this city, just as they've done to the people in cities to the north — unless you stop them first.
«But even if you do stop them, that will not be the end of it. The Order will send more soldiers. If you defeat them, they will eventually send even more the next time.»
«Richard, what are you saying?» Ishaq asked into the still evening air. «Are you saying that it is hopeless-that we should give up?»
«No. I'm saying that you need to face the true dimension of what it means to fight the Imperial Order-the true nature of the task. If you wish to be free, then you need to do more than stand here in this place and defend your city.
«No war was ever won defensively.
«If you are to be truly free, then you must fight to put a stop to those who seek to extinguish freedom. If you are to be truly free, then you must be part of the cause to rid the world of the Imperial Order. The D'Haran Empire, the land I rule, is all that now stands against the Order.» Richard slowly shook his head. «But alone, they have no chance to win. Once the D'Haran Empire falls, Emperor Jagang will be freed up from the effort of that war and he will then bring his full force to bear on any pockets of resistance to the Order's beliefs.
«At the head of his list will be Altur'Rang. This is his home city. He will not allow the black mark of freedom to stand against his devout beliefs. He will turn loose on you his most vicious fighters-the sons of the Old World. You will be isolated and gutted by Jagang's army of your fellow countrymen. You will die to a man, your male children will be murdered, and your wives and sisters and daughters will be used as rewards for the brutes who enforce the Order's authority.»
The crowd stood in rapt silence. They were now in the grip of fear. This was not the brave and boastful talk they had expected to hear on the eve of battle.
Victor cleared his throat. «You are trying to tell us something, Richard?»
Richard nodded as he gazed out over the mule throng watching him from below the landing where ho stood. «Yes. I'm trying to tell you that you must do more than stand and defend yourselves when these men come. You can't win that kind of war. You must strike out at the Imperial Order and help bring them down.»
Ishaq lifted a hand. «Bring them down? In what way?»
«As you all well know, life under the Order offers nothing but decay and ruin. There is little work, little food, little to look forward to — except the promise of glory in some afterworld life-but only in exchange for your selfless service in this one. The priests of the Fellowship of Order have nothing to offer you but misery, so they proclaim suffering a virtue and in exchange generously grant you extravagant, eternal rewards in some other world. Rewards that cannot be examined beforehand, rewards in a world that is unknowable, except, they claim, to them. Not one of you would be gullible enough to trade a dog for such hollow promises, and yet legions have been swindled into eagerly offering up their own lives, the only life they will ever have, in the unfair exchange.
«Jagang invokes the cause of the Creator, the fight for mankind's future, and the elimination of those with the gift as the noble reasons for the Old World to invade the New World. He tells his subjects that the people far away to the north are immoral heathens and, as a duty to the Creator, they must be struck down.
«In reality, Jagang is doing nothing more than producing a diversion to cover the widespread poverty and unemployment created by the Imperial Order's doctrines. A failed Old World of crushing poverty and widespread death is thus blamed on traitors among the people-that would be you —and on their supposedly wicked brethren to the north. Jagang gives hopeless young men an object of hatred upon which to extract revenge for their misery.
«In so doing, out of the ranks of the young men of the Old World, Jagang has created an army of zealots. You know yourselves the throngs of such young men who have departed from Altur'Rang to join the 'noble' cause. These men have little in life to look forward to and have grasped eagerly at the Order's teachings. Jagang has given them someone to blame for all their woes: those who don't submit to the teachings of the Order. These men have been indoctrinated in a culture of death and turned loose on those who have liberty, prosperity, and the most hateful thing of all, happiness. Most are well beyond reason or redemption.
«Fighting far from home, Jagang allows these savages to pillage and loot their way across the land, hoping they will forget the miserable future awaiting them back home. In the name of the Creator and the Order they slaughter all opposition and take vast territory as their own. With their great numbers they vanquish all who go up against them. They terrorize everyone in their path. The panic of waiting for the murdering horde to arrive is too much for many, and in the hopes of being spared the worst of what Jagang's men would do, some places surrender and petition to join the cause of the Imperial Order.»
«You are saying it is hopeless to fight them?» someone asked into the tense evening silence.
«I am telling you the true nature of what we all face,» Richard said. «But it does not have to be hopeless if you understand the essence of the fight.
«For one thing, the Imperial Order has not fully grasped the corrosive effect of distance from their homeland. No matter how much they loot, they still need vast quantities of every kind of supply, from flour to make bread to feathers to make arrows. They can't scavenge enough food to feed their numbers. They need craftsmen and workers to support their fighting men and they need a steady stream of new soldiers to replace the vast numbers lost in the battles of the campaign. It is difficult to fight in a strange and distant land. Their losses from sickness alone have been staggering. Yet with reinforcements always arriving they have been able to more than replace all they lose. Their army grows constantly, becoming more formidable with each passing day. But that means it also has more needs every day.
«Those convoys of supplies that are constantly streaming north are vital to the efforts of the Imperial Order in conquering the New World. The New World may seem a faraway problem to you, but it is your problem as much as those troops headed this way in a few days. Once those brutes up north are finished murdering my people, they will be coming back here to murder you. If the Order wins, all of us lose. It doesn't matter where we are. There will be no place to hide.
«If you want to live, not just tomorrow, or the day after you defeat those troops headed this way, but to live next season, next year, and the year after; if you want to raise a family, keep what you earn, and better yourselves and the lives of your children; then you need to help to destroy the Order's ability lo survive.
«Victor and his men have already been doing this, but they are only able to whisper when they need to howl in fury. They need far more people to join them in the effort. You need to help in a determined effort to hit the Order's supply convoys and destroy them. Kill their men going In fight. Cripple their ability to carry on. You need to deprive the Order of flour and feathers and reinforcements. Every man who dies of starvation in the trackless mountains to the north is a man the Order can't send back to the Old World to shove his knife in your belly.
«In addition, there are other means to prevail.» Richard gestured to Cara and Nicci. «These two who now stand with me once stood against me. They were enemies of what I believe in-of what you have come to believe in-but when I helped them to understand that I fight for life, for the values of life, they came to realize the truth and became warriors in that same cause.»
Richard lifted a hand out at the crowd spread down the steps and across the lawns. «Look at all of you. Not all that long ago you were the enemies of the New World. Many of you for much of your lives might have believed the lies of the Order. But when given a glimpse of the bright flame of what life can and should be, you had the presence of mind to choose life. I now stand with former enemies, in the heart of enemy territory, among a people once my enemy. Yet now we are all believers in the same cause: that life is worth living for its own sake. Many of us have become fast friends. We are now all on the same side in the greatest struggle of our lives.
«It is possible to make some people who are working for the success of the Order see the wonder and beauty in this life. If you can do that, then you will have one less person who wants to kill you. It would be my choice to win them all over to the truth and to have a world of people living in peace.
«But there are those who are lost to the truth, lost to reason. They hate that you embrace what is good in life. If you can't win these followers of the Order to our side, then you must kill them, for surely, given the chance, they will kill you and destroy everything you hold dear. You must spread the fight everywhere-leave no place safe for those who preach death. Yes, you will need to kill the wild-eyed fanatics eagerly fighting in the cause of the Order, but far more important than that, you must strike at the root and kill those who preach the doctrines of the Imperial Order.
«They are the ones who corrupt and poison unthinking minds and, if not stopped, they will breed an endless supply of newly minted brutes to come after you and your families. Men with such hate in their hearts recognize no boundaries. They will never allow you to exist because your prosperity and happiness puts the lie to what they teach.
«If you wish to live free, then you must see to it that these disciples of hatred know that there is no safe place for them, that their ways will not be tolerated by civilized men, and that you will not rest until they are all hunted down and killed because you understand that they want nothing less than to end civilization. You must not let them have what they lust after.
«You've all bravely taken the first step and thrown off your shackles. None of you need prove yourselves to me. But this is not about a single battle won. This is about the future of how you will live your lives from now on-how your children and your grandchildren will live their lives. You've fought bravely. Many have already lost their lives pursuing our common goal and many more yet will. But victory over evil is possible and within your power. You won a battle for something profound: your own lives to live as you see fit. But don't now fail to see that the war for that ideal is a long way from being finished.
«You have won your right to live free today. Now you must have the fire to fight to live free always.»
«Freedom is never easy to keep and can easily be lost. All it takes is willful indifference.
Richard lifted an arm back toward the statue standing proudly in the afterglow of sunset. «That will to hold life dear, to be free, is the spirit of this statue we all so admire.»
«But Lord Rahl,» someone complained, «that is too big a task for us. We are simple people, not warriors. Maybe if you were to lead us it would be different.»
Richard laid a hand on his chest. «I was a simple woods guide when I realized that I had to rise to the challenges facing me. I, too, didn't want to lace the seemingly invincible evil that loomed over me. But a wise woman-the woman that statue is modeled after-made me see that I had lo do so. I am no better than you, no stronger than you. I am simply a man who has come to understand the need to stand without compromise against tyranny. I have taken up that cause because I no longer wanted to live in fear, but to live my own life.
«Those people in the New World to the north are fighting and dying every day. They are simple people like you. None of them wishes to fight, but they must or they will surely die. Their fate today is your fate tomorrow. They can't continue to stand alone and hope to win. When your time comes, neither will you. They need you to be a part of a free world, to attack those who bring the shadow of a dark age over all the world.»
A man near the front spoke up. «But aren't you saying the same thing as the Order, that we must sacrifice for the greater good of mankind?»
Richard smiled at the very idea. «Those who wish to impose an idea of a greater good are simply haters of the good. It's enlightened self-interest that causes me to lift a sword against the Imperial Order. It's purely for your own self-interest, and your self-interest in those you love, that I think you should fight-in whatever way you think you can best help our common goal. I'm not forcing you to fight for the greater good of mankind, but trying to make you see that it's a fight for your own life.
«Don't ever make the mistake of thinking that such self-interest is wrong. Self-interest is survival. Self-interest is the substance of life.
«In your own reasoned self-interest, I suggest that you rise up and strike down the Order. Only then can you truly have freedom.
«The eyes of the Old World are upon you.»
The dark figures of all the people in fading light stretched back as far as Richard could see. He was relieved to see a lot of nodding heads.
Victor's gaze swept over the men before he turned back to Richard. «I think we are of a mind, Lord Rahl. I will do what I can to see it through.»
Richard clasped arms with Victor as the crowd broke into cheering. Finally, as men all across Liberty Square began talking among themselves as to how best to meet the challenge, Richard turned away and took Nicci aside. Cara followed close on his heels.
«Richard, I know the value of what you have just done, but these people still need you to.»
«Nicci,» he said, cutting her off, «I have to leave in the morning. Cara is going with me. I'm not going to tell you what to do, but I think it would be a good idea if you were to choose to stay and help these people. They're facing a terrible enough challenge just with the soldiers, but they additionally must face a wizard. You know a lot better than I how to counter that kind of threat. You could be a tremendous help to these people.»
She looked for a long time into his eyes before she glanced to the crowd not far off behind him and down the steps.
«I need to be with you,» she said in a measured tone, but it still sounded to him like a plea.
«Like I said, it's your life and I'm not going to tell you what to do, just like I'd not like you trying to tell me what I must do.»
«You should stay and help,» she said. She broke eye contact and looked away. «But it's your life and you must do what you think best. I guess, after all you are the Seeker.» She again glanced at the men gathering around close to Victor, making plans. «These people may not right now voice objections to what you had to say, but they will be thinking about it and they may very well decide later, after they face the soldiers, after a terrible and bloody fight, that they don't wish to do more.»