Blood of the Fold (85 page)

Kahlan stood clenching her fists so hard her nails were cutting her palms. She wanted to scream. When Richard had been taken away to the Palace of the Prophets, it had been in a collar she had made him put on. He thought it was because she didn’t love him. He thought she had sent him away and never wanted to see him again.

How could he resist a woman as beautiful as Merissa? He would have had no reason to.

Adie gripped her shirt at the shoulder and pulled her around. “Don’t you listen to her.”

Kahlan felt her eyes filling with tears. “But …”

“
Richard loves you. She only be tormenting you. She be a cruel woman, and be enjoying to make you suffer.” Adie lifted a finger as she quoted an old proverb. “‘Never let a beautiful woman pick your path for you when there be a man in her line of sight.’ Merissa has Richard in her line of sight. I have seen that look of lust before. It not be a lust to have your man. It be a lust for his blood.”

“
But …”

Adie shook the finger. “Don’t you lose your faith in Richard because of her. That be what she wants. Richard loves you.”

“
And I will be the death of him.”

With a sob of agony, Kahlan fell into Adie’s arms.

Richard rubbed his eyes. He wished he could read faster, because the journal was becoming so engrossing, but it still took time. He had to think about many of the words, and he still had to search for the meaning for a few, but as the days passed he was getting to the point where at times it didn’t seem as if he was translating, but simply reading. Whenever he realized he was reading High D’Haran without conscious effort, he would begin stumbling over the meaning of words again.

Richard was intrigued by the intermittent references to Alric Rahl. It seemed that this ancestor of his had devised a solution to the problem of the dream walkers. He was only one of many working on a way to prevent the dream walkers from taking people’s minds, but he had been particularly insistent that he had the solution.

Spellbound, Richard read how Alric Rahl had sent word from D’Hara that he had already woven this protective web over his people, and in order for the others to be protected by the same web, they had to pledge undying fidelity to him, and they, too, would be safe under this bond. Richard realized that this was the origin of the D’Harans’ bond to him. Alric Rahl had created this spell to protect his people from the dream walkers, not to enslave them. Richard felt pride in his ancestor’s benevolent act.

He was hardly able to breathe as he read the journal, hoping against hope that they would believe Alric Rahl, even though he knew that they hadn’t. Kolo had been cautiously interested in proof, but remained dubious. He reported that most of the other wizards thought Alric was up to some kind of trick, insisting that the only thing a Rahl was interested in was ruling the world. Richard groaned with disappointment when he read how they had sent a message refusing to swear fidelity and bind themselves to Alric.

Annoyed by a persistent sound, Richard turned to look out the window and saw that it was black as pitch outside. He hadn’t even realized the sun had set. The candle he seemingly had just lit was half gone. The annoying noise was water dripping from icicles. Spring was taking the bite out of the weather.

Taking his mind off the journal brought back the pang of frantic worry about Kahlan. Every day messengers returned to give reports of nothing found. How could she have vanished?

“
Any messengers waiting to see me?”

With a chafed expression, Cara shifted her weight. “Yes,” she mocked, “there are several out there, but I told them that you were too busy sweet-talking me to be bothered right now.”

Richard sighed. “I’m sorry, Cara. I know you’ll tell me if a messenger arrives.” He shook a finger at her. “Even if I’m asleep.”

She smiled. “Even if you’re asleep.”

Richard looked around the room and frowned. “What happened to Berdine?”

Cara rolled her eyes. “She told you hours ago that she was going to go get some sleep before her watch. You said ‘Yes, good night’ to her.”

Richard looked back to the journal. “Yes, I guess I did.”

He read again a section about how the wizards were becoming fearful that the sliph would bring something through that they wouldn’t be able to stop. The war was a frightening mystery to Richard. Each side created things of magic, mostly creatures designed for one purpose, such as the dream walkers, and the other side had to react with a counter to it, if they could. It was appalling to discover that some of these creatures were created out of people—out of wizards themselves. They were that desperate.

Day by day, they became more and more concerned that before the towers could be completed, the sliph—which in itself was created of their magic to allow them to move great distances to attack the enemy and turned out to be a great danger as well as a benefit—would bring something unexpected that they couldn’t handle. They said that when the towers were competed, the sliph could go to sleep. Richard wondered constantly what the sliph was and how it could go to “sleep,” and how they would wake it later, after the war, as they said they hoped to do.

The wizards decided that because of the danger of attack through the sliph, some of the more important, valuable, or more dangerous things, had to be moved from the Keep for protection. The last of the items deemed most in need of safekeeping had long ago been taken to this haven, and then Kolo said:

Today, one of our most coveted desires, possible only through the brilliant, tireless work of a team of near to one hundred, has been accomplished. The items most feared lost, should we be overrun, have been protected. A cheer went up from all in the Keep when we received word today that we were successful. Some thought it was not possible, but to the astonishment of all, it is done: The Temple of the Winds is gone.

Gone? What was the Temple of the Winds, and where did it go? Kolo’s journal didn’t provide an explanation.

Richard scratched the back of his neck as he yawned. He could hardly keep his eyes open any longer. There was so much more to read, but he needed sleep. He wanted Kahlan back so he could protect her from the dream walker. He wanted to see Zedd so he could tell him about the things he had learned.

Richard rose and shuffled toward the door.

“
Going off to bed to dream about me?” Cara asked.

Richard smiled. “Always do. Wake me if—”

“
If a messenger comes. Yes, yes, I think you’ve mentioned it.”

Richard nodded and started for the door. Cara caught his arm.

“
Lord Rahl, they will find her. She will be safe. Rest well; D’Harans are looking, and they will not fail.”

Richard patted her shoulder as he left. “I’ll leave the journal here, so when Berdine wakes she can work on it.”

He yawned and rubbed his eyes as he went to his room, not far down the hall. He only bothered to pull off his boots and slip the baldric over his head, placing the Sword of Truth on a chair before he fell into the bed. Despite his worry about Kahlan, he was asleep in seconds.

He was having a troubling dream about her when a loud knock woke him. He rolled over onto his back. The door burst open and there was sudden light. He could see Cara carrying a lamp. She moved to the side of his bed, lighting another lamp.

“
Lord Rahl, wake up. Wake up.”

“
I’m awake.” He sat up. “What is it? How long have I been asleep?”

“
Maybe four hours. Berdine has been working on the book for a couple of hours, and got all excited about something and wanted to wake you to help her, but I wouldn’t let her.”

“
Then why did you wake me now? Is it a messenger?”

“
Yes. A messenger is here.”

Richard almost flopped back into bed. Messengers never brought any news.

“
Lord Rahl, get up. The messenger has news.”

Richard came awake as if a bell had rung in his head. He swung his feet over the side of the bed and pulled his boots one in one big rush. “Where is he?”

“
They’re bringing him.”

Just then, Ulic rushed in, helping a man he had with him. The soldier looked as if he had been riding hard for weeks. He could hardly stand on his own.

“
Lord Rahl, I bring a message.” Richard gestured for the young soldier to sit on the edge of the bed, but he waved off the offer, wanting to talk instead. “We found something. General Reibisch told me to tell you first not to be frightened. We didn’t find her body, so she must still be alive.”

“
What did you find!” Richard realized he was shaking.

The man reached under the leather of his uniform and pulled something out. Richard snatched it up and let it unfold so he could see it. It was a crimson cape.

“
We found the site of a battle. There were dead men wearing these capes. Lots of dead men. Maybe a hundred.” He pulled out something else and handed it over.

Richard unfolded it. It was a roughly cut piece of faded blue cloth with four gold tassels along one edge.

“
Lunetta,” he breathed. “This is Lunetta’s.”

“
General Reibisch said to tell you that there was a battle. There were many dead Blood of the Fold. There were trees that were blown down by blasts of fire, as if magic had been used in the battle. There were burned bodies, too.

“
They found only one body that was not Blood of the Fold. He was a D’Haran. A big man with only one eye, with a scar over where the other was sewn shut.”

“
Orsk! That’s Orsk! He was Kahlan’s guard!”

“
General Reibisch said to tell you that there was no sign that she or anyone else with her was killed. It appears that they put up a furious fight, but then they were captured.”

Richard grabbed the soldier’s arm. “Do the trackers have any idea which direction they went?” Richard was furious with himself because he hadn’t gone. If he had gone, he would already be on the trail. Now it would take him weeks to catch up.

“
General Reibisch said to tell you that the trackers are pretty sure they went south.”

“
South? South?” Richard had been sure that Brogan would flee with his prize to Nicobarese. With that many bodies, Gratch must have fought furiously. They must have captured him, too.

“
They said they couldn’t be sure because it happened so long ago. It snowed more, and now the snow is melting, so it’s hard to track, but he believes they went to the south, and his whole force is going after your queen.”

“
South,” Richard murmured. “South.”

He raked his fingers back through his hair, trying to think. Brogan had fled rather than join with Richard and his cause against the Order. The Blood of the Fold had joined with the Imperial Order. The Imperial Order ruled the Old World. The Old World was to the south.

General Reibisch was tracking her south—going after his queen. South.

What was it the mriswith in the Keep had said?

The queen needs you, skin brother. You must help her.

They were trying to help him. His mriswith friends were trying to help him.

Richard snatched up his sword and shoved his head through the loop of leather baldric. “I have to go.”

“
We go with you,” Cara said. Ulic nodded his agreement.

“
You can’t go where I go. Take care of things for me.” He turned to the soldier. “Where’s your horse?”

He pointed. “Out that way and over in the next courtyard. But she’s pretty footsore.”

“
She only has to get me to the Keep.”

“
The Keep!” Cara clutched his arm. “Why are you going to the Keep?”

Richard pulled his arm away. “That’s the only way to get to the Old World in time.”

She started objecting, but he was already running down the hall. Others were joining in the rush to catch up with him. He could heard the jangle of armor and weapons behind, but he didn’t slow. He didn’t listen to Cara’s pleas as he tried to think.

How was he going to do it? Was it possible? It had to be. He would do it.

Richard burst out the door, pausing for only an instant, and then tore off toward the courtyard where the soldier said he had left his horse. He stumbled to a stop when he came upon the horse in the darkness. He gave the sweaty animal a quick pat of introduction as she danced sideways, and then he vaulted up into the saddle.