"Travel? No." Kahlan took a step toward the well. "Sliph, Richard put you to sleep. I was here." "Master. He woke me."
"Yes, Richard woke you. He traveled in you. He rescued me, and I traveled back with him.. in you."recalled that strange experience with a certain fondness. To travel in the sliph, you had to breathe her in. It was frightening at first, but with Richard there holding her hand, Kahlan had been able to do it, and had discovered the enthralling sensation of "traveling." To breathe the sliph was rapture.
"I remember," the sliph said. "Once you are in me, I remember." "But don't you remember Richard putting you to sleep again?" "He woke me from the sleep of ages, but he did not put me back into the long sleep. He put me at rest, until I was needed."
"But we thought-we thought you had gone back to sleep. Why are you not at.. rest, now?" "I felt you near. I came to look."stepped to the stone wall. "Sliph, has someone traveled in you since Richard and I last did?" "Yes. I was used."realization broke through her surprise. "A man and a woman. They traveled in you, didn't they?" The sliph's smile turned sly, but she didn't answer.touched her fingers to the stone wall. "Who was it, sliph, who traveled in you?"
"You should know that I never betray those I hold within me." "I should know? How would I know?"
"You have traveled in me. I would not reveal you. I never betray my clients. You traveled, so you must understand."licked her lips patiently. "Sliph, I'm afraid that I don't know anything about you, really. You are from a time before my time-from another age. I only know that you can travel, and that you helped me before. You were a valuable aid in defeating some very bad people."
"I am glad that you were pleased with me. Perhaps you would like to be pleased again? Would like to travel again?"shiver ran up Kahlan's spine. This had to be why Marlin was trying to get to the Keep. He and Sister Amelia must have come to Aydindril from the Old World in the sliph. Jagang had said he had waited to reveal himself until she returned. How else could she have returned to him so fast, except in the sliph? Kahlan swept out an imploring arm. "Sliph, some very evil people.." She halted, sucking a breath through her open mouth. Her eyes widened. "Sliph," she whispered, "you took me to the Old World before." "Ah. I know the place. Come, we will travel." "No, no, not there. Sliph, can you travel other places?" "Of course." "Where?"
"Many places. You must know. You have traveled. Name the place that would pleasure you, and we will travel." Kahlan leaned toward the alluring, smiling silver face. 'The witch woman. Can you take me to the witch woman?" "I do not know this place."
"It's not a place. It's a person. She lives in the Rang'Shada mountains. In a place called Agaden Reach. Can you go there, to Agaden Reach?" "Ah. I have been there." Kahlan touched her trembling fingers to her lips.
"Come, and we will travel," the sliph said, her haunting voice echoing around the ancient stone walls. The sound died out slowly, letting silence settle once more, covering everything, like the veil of dust in the room.cleared her throat. "I have to go do something, first. Will you still be here when I get back? Will you wait for me?"
"If I am at rest, you can let me know of your need, and we will travel. You will be pleased."
"You mean, if you're not right here, I should call down to you, and you will come to me, and we will travel?" "Yes. We will travel."rubbed her hands together as she backed away. "I'll be back. I'll be back soon, and we will travel."
"Yes," the sliph said, watching Kahlan retreat, "we will travel." Kahlan snatched the lamp from where she had set it on the floor near the shelves. She paused at the door, looking back at the quicksilver face floating in the gloom. "I'll be back. Soon. We will travel."
"Yes. We will travel," the sliph said as Kahlan started running. Kahlan had to struggle to think where she was going as she ran. Her mind spun with arguments. While she grappled with her alternatives, she also tried to pay attention as she turned down halls, raced through rooms, and dashed upstairs. She seemed to reach Library Hall before she was ready. Huffing, she realized that she couldn't run in on Cara and Berdine in such a state. They would know something was wrong.far from the library where the two Mord-Sith waited, Kahlan collapsed onto a padded bench, letting the lamp slip to the floor. She leaned back against the wall and stretched out her aching legs. She fanned her face with one hand. She gulped air, and tried to convince her heart to slow down. She knew her face must be red as an apple.couldn't walk in on the other two like this. Kahlan made plans as she rested, waiting for her heart to slow, her lungs to recover, her face to cool.knew something about the plague. Kahlan was sure of it. Shota had said about Richard, "May the spirits have mercy on his soul."had sent Nadine to marry Richard. Kahlan vividly recollected Nadine's tight dress, her flirtatious smiles, her accusations, telling Richard that Kahlan was heartless. The look in Nadine's eyes when she talked to him.thought about what she must do. Shota was a witch woman. Everyone feared the witch woman. Even wizards feared Shota. Kahlan had never done anything against her, but that had never stopped Shota from hurting her. Shota might kill her. Not if Kahlan killed her first.distraction of making plans had allowed her to regain her composure. She stood, smoothed down her dress, and took a deep, settling breath.put on her Confessor's face and strode through the doors to the library where the other two waited.and Berdine popped out from behind a row of bookshelves. The books were gone from the table.eyed Kahlan suspiciously. "You've been gone long enough." "It took me a while to find a way with shields I could pass." Berdine came out from behind the shelves. "Well? Did you find anything?" "Find anything? Like what?"spread her hands. "Books. You went to look for books." "No. Nothing."was frowning. "Did you have any problems?"
"No. I'm just upset about all this.. about everything. The plague and all. I'm upset that I couldn't find anything to help. What about you two?"swiped a stray strand of hair back from her face. "Nothing. Nothing about the Temple of the Winds or the team who sent it away."
"I don't understand," Kahlan said, mostly to herself. "If there was a trial, as Kolo said, then there should be a record of it."
"Well," Berdine said, "we were looking through the other books to see if we missed any of the records of the trials. We didn't find any. Where else can we look?"sagged in disappointment. She had been sure they would find a record of the trial for Richard.
"Nowhere. If it isn't here, then there must be no record of the trial, or else it was destroyed. From what Kolo said, the Keep was in an uproar at the time; they may have been too busy to keep a record."cocked her head. "But we're going to keep looking for part of the night, at least." Kahlan looked about the library. "No. It would be a waste of time. The time would be better spent if you kept working on Kolo's journal. If we don't have the record of the trial, translating the journal would be the best help to Richard. Maybe you can find something important in the journal."the brightness of the library, Kahlan's resolve was beginning to falter. She began to reconsider her plan.
"Well," Cara said, "I guess we better get back, then. No telling what Nadine will be up to. If she gets into Lord Rahl's room, she'll get blisters kissing him while he's asleep and helpless."pressed her lips tight and smacked Cara's shoulder. "What's the matter with you? The Mother Confessor is a sister of the Agiel."blinked in surprise. "Forgive me. I was only making a joke." She touched Kahlan's arm. "You know that I will kill Nadine if you wish-you have but to ask. Don't worry, Raina would not let Nadine into his room."wiped a tear from her cheek. "I know. It's just that with all that's going on-I know."mind was made up. It might help Richard find an answer. It might help Richard discover something that would stop the plague. Kahlan knew she was only making excuses to herself. She knew why she was going.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Raina asked as Kahlan, Cara, and Berdine approached.
"No," Kahlan said. "There was no record of the trial." "I'm sorry," Raina said.gestured to the door. "Has anyone tried to bother him?" Raina smirked. "She came by. She wanted to check on Lord Rahl. To make sure he was sleeping, she said."didn't have to ask who came by. Her blood heated. "And you let her in?"smiled that dark smile of hers. "I put my head in, saw that Lord Rahl was asleep, and told her so. I didn't let her have so much as a peek at him." "Good. But she'll probably be back."'s smile widened. "I don't think so. I told her that if I caught her in this hall again tonight, she would feel my Agiel against her bare bottom. When she left, there was no doubt in her mind that I meant it." Cara laughed. Kahlan couldn't.
"Raina, it's late. Why don't you and Berdine go get some sleep." Kahlan caught the quick glance to Berdine. "Berdine, just like Lord Rahl, needs to get some rest so that she can work on the journal tomorrow. We all need some rest. Ulic and Egan here will watch over Richard."slapped the back of her hand against Ulic's stomach. "You boys up to it? Can you handle it without me?"scowled down at the Mord-Sith. "We are the Lord Rahl's bodyguards. If anyone tried to get into his room, there wouldn't be enough left for you to pick your teeth with."shrugged. "I guess the boys can handle it. Let's go, Berdine. It's about time you got a good night's sleep for a change."stood beside Kahlan as she watched Berdine and Raina stride off down the hall, passing a critical eye over soldiers on patrol.
"You are right about rest. You need to get some sleep, too. Mother Confessor," Cara said. "You don't look well."
"I.. I want to check on Richard first. I'll be able to sleep better if I know he's all right. I'll be back out in a minute." She gave Cara a firm look to discourage any ideas she might have about going in with her. "Why don't you go get some sleep, too?"clasped her hands behind her back. "I will wait."'s room was dark, but the light coming from the window proved enough to find the bed. Kahlan stood beside him and listened to his even breathing.knew how distressed Richard was by recent events. She felt the same pain. How many families were suffering in grief this night? How many more would be suffering the next, and the night after?sat lightly on the edge of the bed. She slipped an arm under his shoulders and strained to gently lift him. He murmured her name under his breath in his sleep, but didn't wake as she sat him up a bit and leaned the heavy weight of him against her.reached behind and picked up the glass with the sleeping potion Nadine had made. It was still half full. She held it to his mouth and tipped it, letting the potion slide to his lips. He stirred slightly, and swallowed as she tipped the glass higher.
"Drink, Richard." she urged in a whisper. She kissed his forehead. "Drink, my love. It will help you sleep."tipped the glass a little more each time he swallowed, forcing him to drink more. When he had taken most of it, she set it behind once more. He murmured her name again.hugged his head, holding his cheek to her breast. She pressed her cheek to the top of his head as a tear rolled over the bridge of her nose and fell into his hair.
"I love you so much, Richard," she whispered. "No matter what, don't ever doubt how much I love you."mumbled something she couldn't understand, except for the word "love." Kahlan eased him back onto the pillow and slipped her arm out from underneath him. She pulled up his covers.kissed her finger, and gently pressed the kiss to his lips, before she left the room.the way to her own room, she again told Cara that she should go get some sleep.
"I will not leave you unguarded," Cara insisted. "Cara, you need sleep, too."glanced over out of the comer of her eye. "I have no intention of letting Lord Rahl down again." When Kahlan started to protest, Cara spoke over her words. "I will be posting soldiers outside your room. too. I can nap there, and if anything happens I will be at hand. I'll get enough sleep." Kahlan had things to do. She needed Cara out of her hair. "You saw how Richard was when he didn't get enough sleep." Cara let out a dismissive chuckle. "Mord-Sith are stronger than men. Besides, he was like that because he hadn't slept for days. I slept last night."didn't want to argue. She was frantically trying to think of how to overcome this obstacle in skintight leather. She couldn't let Cara know what she was doing. Sister of the Agiel or not, Cara would tell Richard; there was no doubt of that.was the last thing Kahlan wanted. Under no circumstances did she want Richard knowing what she was going to do. She would have to think of a new plan. "I don't know if I'm ready for bed. I'm kind of hungry." "You look tired. Mother Confessor. You need sleep, not food. You won't sleep as well if you eat right before bed. I want you to get a good sleep, like Lord Rahl. You can sleep well knowing that Nadine will not be going near him. I have a good idea of what Raina said to Nadine, and I can assure you that as brazen as that strumpet is, she has enough sense to heed a warning from Raina. You have no cause for fear tonight, so you can sleep well." "Cara, what are you afraid of? Besides magic, and rats." Cara scowled. "I don't like rats. I am not afraid of them." Kahlan didn't believe a word of it. She waited until they were out of earshot of a patrol passing in the opposite direction. "What scares you? What do you fear?" "Nothing."
"Cara," Kahlan admonished, "it's me, Kahlan, a sister of the Agiel. Everyone is afraid of something."
"I wish to die in battle, not weak and sick in a bed, at the hands of some unseen foe. I fear Lord Rahl getting the plague, and leaving us without a Master of D'Hara."
"I'm afraid of that. too," Kahlan whispered. "I'm afraid of Richard getting the plague, and everyone else I love. You, Berdine, Raina, Ulic, Egan, and everyone I know here at the palace." "Lord Rahl will find a way to stop it."hooked some hair behind her ear. "Are you afraid of not finding a man who will love you?"flashed Kahlan an incredulous look. "Why would I be afraid of that? I have but to give any man permission to love me, and he would."let her gaze drift from Cara to the columns at the sides of the room they were passing through. Their boot strikes echoed off the marble floor.
"I love Richard. A Confessor's magic will destroy a man if she loves him- you know, when they're.. together. Only because Richard is special, has special magic, can he love me in return. I'm terrified of losing him. I want no one but Richard-ever-but even if I wanted, I couldn't. No other man could express his love for me except Richard. I could never have anyone else."'s voice softened in sympathy. "Lord Rahl will find a way to stop the plague."passed from the marble floor onto the quiet of carpets running up the stairs toward Kahlan's room.
"Cara, I'm terrified of losing Richard to Nadine."
"Lord Rahl does not care for Nadine. I can see it in his eyes that he has no interest in her. Lord Rahl only has eyes for you."ran her fingers along the smooth marble railing as she ascended the stairs. "Cara, a witch woman sent Nadine." Cara had no answer for that; magic was involved.they came at last to the door to her rooms, Kahlan paused. She looked into Cara's blue eyes. "Cara, will you make me a promise? As a sister of the Agiel?"
"If I can."
"With all that's going on-so much has gone wrong already. Will you promise me that if.. if something happens, if I somehow make a mistake, the worst mistake I've ever made, and I somehow get things wrong.. will you promise me that you won't let it be her, instead of me. who has Richard?" "What could happen? Lord Rahl loves you, not that woman." "Anything could happen. The plague-Shota-anything. Please, Cara. I couldn't bear to think that if anything happened, Nadine would have my place with Richard." Kahlan clutched Cara's arm. "Please, I'm begging you. Promise me?"'s intent blue eyes stared back. Mord-Sith didn't take oaths lightly. Kahlan knew that she was asking for something of solemn importance: she was asking Cara to swear her life on this, for that was what it meant for a Mord-Sith to give her word.brought her Agiel up in her fist. She kissed it. "Nadine will not have your place with Lord Rahl. I swear it." Kahlan nodded, words failing her for a moment.
"Get some sleep. Mother Confessor. I will be here, watching your rooms. No one will bother you. You can sleep well, knowing that Nadine will never take your place. You have my oath."
"Thank you, Cara," Kahlan whispered in gratitude. "You truly are a sister of the Agiel. If you ever want a favor in return, you have but to name it."37was finally able to send away Nancy and her helper, telling them that she was exhausted and wanted only to go to bed. She had to decline an offer of a bath, having her hair brushed, a massage, and food; but she let Nancy help her with her dress so as not to raise the woman's suspicion.rubbed her bare arms in the chill after she was alone at last. She tested her wound, under the bandage. It was healing well, and hardly hurt her anymore. Drefan had helped it, and she supposed that Nadine's poultices had been a benefit, too.slipped on a dressing gown and went to the writing desk beside one of the hearths. The heat felt good, but it only warmed one side of her. She pulled paper and pen from a drawer. As she took the silver lid from the ink bottle, she tried to organize her thoughts, and what she would write. At last, she dipped the pen.dearest Richard, I have something important to do, and I have to do it alone. I am serious about this. Not only because I respect you, but because you are the Seeker, I bow to what you sometimes do that I wish would be otherwise. I understand that I must sometimes allow you to do what you know you must. I am the Mother Confessor; you must understand that I must sometimes do what I must. This is one of those times. Please, if you love me, then you will respect my wishes, not interfere, and leave me to do what I must.have had to trick Cara, which I greatly regret. She does not know anything of what I plan. She did not know I was leaving. If you hold her liable for this, I will view it with the greatest displeasure.don't know when I will return, but I expect that I will be gone for a few days. I am doing this to help our situation. I beg you to understand and not be angry with me-I must do this., the Mother Confessor, your queen, your love for all time, in this world and those beyond-Kahlan.folded the letter and wrote Richard's name on the outside. She opened it and read it again, just to be sure she hadn't revealed anything she didn't want to him to know. She was satisfied with "to help our situation." It was vague enough to mean anything. She hoped she wasn't being too harsh with the way she insisted he not interfere.brought a candle close and heated the end of a stick of colored sealing wax from the drawer. She watched the wax drip onto the letter, making a red pool, and then pressed the Mother Confessor's seal-twin lightning bolts-into the warm wax. She kissed the letter, blew out the candle, and propped the letter against it so it couldn't be missed.never used to know why the Mother Confessor's seal was twin lightning bolts, but she did now; it was the symbol of the Con Dar-the Blood Rage-an ancient component to a Confessor's magic. It was magic so rarely invoked that she had never known of it; her mother had died before she could teach Kahlan to call it forth if needed.she had met Richard and fallen in love with him, she had invoked it by instinct. In the grip of that magic, she had painted a lightning bolt on each cheek as a warning to others not to get in her way. A Confessor in the Con Dar couldn't be reasoned with.Blood Rage was the Subtractive side of a Confessor's magic, invoked for retribution. Kahlan had brought it to life within herself when she thought Darken Rahl had killed Richard. It was called forth on behalf of someone, and could only be used to defend that person. It couldn't be used to defend herself.her Confessor's power, which she had always felt in the core of her being, the Con Dar was always there, now, just below the surface, a menacing storm cloud on the horizon. She had felt it instantly rip through her when she needed it to protect Richard: blue lightning that destroyed all before it.the Subtractive as well as the common Additive Magic, a person couldn't travel in the sliph. The Sisters of the Dark, and the wizards who had become the Keeper's minions, could call on Subtractive Magic, too.went into her bedroom. She stripped off the dressing robe and tossed it on the bed. She pulled open the bottom drawer of the ornately carved chest and pawed through her things, looking for what she needed.were clothes she had worn before, when she had been on her journeys, better suited to what she was going to do than was her white Mother Confessor's dress. She stepped into dark green pants. She pulled out a heavy shirt and threw it on, buttoning it up with shaking fingers. She tucked in the shirt and buckled the wide belt. She left the waist pouch.the back of the drawer, Kahlan retrieved an object carefully wrapped in a square of white cloth. She set it on the floor and, crouching over it, laid back the corners of the cloth.though she knew what it was, and what it looked like, she couldn't help feeling a shiver when she actually saw it again.the cloth sat the spirit knife Chandalen had given her. It was a weapon made from the arm bone of his grandfather.knife had saved her life before. She had used it to kill Prindin, a man who had been her friend, but who had turned to the Keeper.least, she thought she had killed him; she didn't remember exactly what had happened that day. She had, at the time, been under the influence of the poison Prindin had been giving her. She wasn't entirely sure that it wasn't the spirit of Chandalen's grandfather who had saved her. Prindin had lunged atop her, and the knife seemed just to be there, in her hand. She remembered his blood running down the knife and over her fist.black raven feathers spread in a fan from the round knob of bone at the top. Raven was powerful spirit magic to the Mud People; it was associated with death.'s grandfather had sought the aid of the spirits to protect his people from slaughter by another people of the wilds who had gone mad with the blood lust of war. No one knew the reason, but the result was a bloodbath.'s grandfather had called a gathering to ask the spirits for their help. His people were peaceful, and didn't know how to defend themselves. The spirits had taught Chandalen's grandfather how to kill the Jocopo, and in so doing, they became the Mud People. The Mud People defended themselves, and eliminated the threat. There were no more Jocopo.'s grandfather had taught his son to be a protector of his people, and Chandalen's father had in turn taught Chandalen. Kahlan knew few men who were as good protectors of their people as Chandalen. In a battle with the army of the Imperial Order, Chandalen had been death itself. So had she.wore this spirit knife made from his grandfather's bones, and one made from his father's. Chandalen had given Kahlan the one made from his grandfather, so that it might protect her. Indeed, it once had. Maybe it would again. Kahlan reverently lifted the bone knife in her hands.
"Grandfather of Chandalen, you helped me before. Please protect me now." She kissed the sharpened bone.she was to face Shota, Kahlan didn't want to do it unarmed. She could think of no better weapon to carry.tied the band made of woven prairie cotton around her arm and slipped the knife through it. It lay against her upper arm, with the black feathers draped down over it. It was a surprisingly quick weapon to draw, held to her arm as it was. Even though she was going to see a woman she feared, Kahlan felt decidedly better with grandfather's spirit knife.pulled a light tan cloak from another drawer. She would have liked to have taken one that was heavier, considering the spring snowstorm, but she wasn't liable to be out in it all that long. Agaden Reach wouldn't be cold, as it was in Aydindril.was hoping that the light color would help her slip unnoticed past the guards up at the Keep, and besides, with the light cloak, she could draw the knife faster.wondered if it was folly to think she could draw her bone knife faster than Shota could cast a spell, or if such a weapon would even be of any use against a witch woman. She threw the cloak around her shoulders. The knife was all she had.than her Confessor's power. Shota was wary of a Confessor's power: no one was immune to the touch of a Confessor. If Kahlan could touch Shota, that would be the end of her. Shota had magic that in the past had prevented Kahlan from getting close enough to use her power, though.Kahlan wouldn't have to be touching Shota for the blue lightning of the Con Dar to work. She gave a mental sigh; she couldn't invoke the Con Dar to defend herself. Kahlan had defended Richard with the lightning before when the screeling had attacked him, and when the Sisters of the Light had come to take him.felt a wave of realization course through her mind. Richard loved her and wanted to marry her; to be with her always. Shota had defied his wishes and sent Nadine to marry him. He didn't want that.disregarding the fact that Richard loved Kahlan, Nadine had caused him anguish, hurt him. He didn't want to be with her, and only tolerated her presence because Shota was up to something and he feared to let that threat out of his sight. But he desperately didn't want to be forced to marry her. Shota was banning Richard.was in danger because of Shota. Kahlan could call the Con Dar to defend him. She had done it before at the threat of the Sisters taking Richard against his wishes. Kahlan could use the blue lightning to stop Shota. Shota had no defense against that kind of magic.knew how magic worked. This was magic from within her. Like the magic of Richard's sword, it worked through perception. If Kahlan felt justified in its use to defend Richard, the Con Dar would do her bidding. She knew Richard didn't want Shota using him, controlling him, dictating what his life would be.had justification: Shota was harming Richard. The Con Dar would work against her.paused, sitting back on her heels, and prayed to the good spirits that they would guide her. She wouldn't want to think she was doing this for vengeance, or that she was setting out to murder someone. She didn't want to think that she intended to kill Shota. She wondered if she was trying to put justification to something that couldn't be justified.. she wasn't going with the intention of killing Shota. She was just going to get to the bottom of this business with Nadine, and to find out what Shota knew about the Temple of the Winds.if she had to, Kahlan intended to defend herself. Moreover, she intended to defend Richard against Shota-against her plans to ruin his future. Kahlan had had enough of being at the unfavorable end of Shota's capricious ire. If Shota tried to kill her, or tried to force this suffering on Richard, then Kahlan would end the threat.already missed Richard. For so long they had struggled to be together, and here she was leaving him. If the situation were reversed, would she be as understanding as she was expecting him to be?the thought of Richard, she slowly pulled open the top drawer to her most prized of possessions. Reverently, she lifted her blue wedding dress from its place as the only item in the drawer. Her thumbs stroked the fine fabric. Kahlan clutched the dress to her breast as tears took her.carefully set the dress back in its place in the drawer before she got tears on it. For a long moment, she stood there with one hand on the dress.pushed the drawer closed. She had a job to do. She was the Mother Confessor, whether she liked it or not; Shota lived in the Midlands, and was therefore one of her subjects.didn't want to die and never see Richard again, but she could no longer tolerate Shota's meddling in their lives-her tampering with their future. Shota had sent another woman to marry Richard. Kahlan wouldn't allow that kind of interference to go unchecked.resolve hardened. She reached into the back of a wardrobe and pulled a knotted rope from a peg. It was there in case of fire, so that the Mother Confessor could escape from the balcony.the glass doors gave her a shock of snarling wind and snow. Kahlan squinted against the storm and pulled the doors shut behind her. She drew up the hood and stuffed her hair inside it. It would do no good to have people recognizing the Mother Confessor-if anyone was even out on a night like this. But she knew that the guards up at the Wizards' Keep would be.quickly secured the rope around one of the vase-shaped stone balusters and tossed the rest of the heavy coil out over the railing. In the darkness, she couldn't see if it reached to the ground. She would have to trust that whoever had put the rope in the wardrobe had checked to make sure that it was long enough.swung a leg over the stone railing, gripped the rope in both hands, and started down.had decided to walk. It wasn't that far, and besides, if she took a horse, she would have to leave it at the Keep and it might be found, giving her away, or else she'd have to turn it loose before she got there, only raising fears as to what had happened to her. A horse would also make it more difficult to get past the guards up at the Keep. The good spirits had provided her with a spring snowstorm; the least she could do was take advantage of it.through the heavy, wet snow, she was beginning to wonder if going on foot was the wise thing to do. She stiffened her resolve. If she was already beginning to second-guess her decisions, she had no business going through with the rest of it.of the buildings were shuttered. The few people she encountered were too worried about making their own way to be concerned with a huddled figure struggling into the wind. In the darkness, no one would even be able to tell if she was a man or a woman. Before long, she was out of the city and on the deserted road up to the Keep.the way up the road, she pondered the best way past the guards. These were D'Haran soldiers. It was always a mistake to underestimate D'Haran soldiers. It wouldn't do to have them recognize her. They would report it.sentries was the easiest way to get past them, but she couldn't do that; they were her men, now, fighting for their cause against the Imperial Order. Killing them was out of the question.them across the skull to knock them unconscious was no good, either. That was never a dependable way to silence someone. In her experience, hitting a man across the head rarely had the desired result. Sometimes they would not be knocked unconscious and would scream at the top of their lungs before anything else could be done, raising an alarm and bringing other guards ready to kill the intruder., she had seen men suffer and die from a blow on the head. She didn't want that. You only hit someone on the head if you intended to kill them, because you most likely would.Sister and Marlin had probably used magic to get by the guards unseen. She didn't have any magic that could do that. Her magic would destroy their minds.left either a trick, or stealth. D'Haran sentries were trained in every kind of trick, and probably knew more of them than she could even imagine. She was down to stealth.wasn't sure exactly where she was, but she knew she was getting close. The wind was coming from the left, so she stayed to the right of the road, downwind of them, crouching lower us she went on. When she got close enough, she would have to crawl.she laid down on the snow. spread her cloak out over her, and waited for a short time. the snow would cover her back and hide her. Then she would have to proceed slowly, and if she saw a soldier, simply lie still until he passed. She wished she had remembered to bring gloves.that she was as close as she dared get. she moved off the right side of the road. She knew that the bridge would be the hardest part: it would funnel her into a relatively narrow space, with no option of moving away from the soldiers. But the soldiers feared the magic of the Keep. and would probably not be close to the bridge. They had been twenty or thirty feet from it when she had seen them before, and in the darkness and snow. visibility wasn't great.was beginning to feel better about her chances of getting by unseen. The snow would provide enough cover.froze in her tracks as a sword blade appeared in front of her face. A darting glance revealed a sword to each side. Another man rested a lance on her back, at the base of her neck. So much for stealth.
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