"Please, Verna, get out of here before it's too late. I'll be able to endure five days. I know how to bow and scrape for Jagang. He's been busy; maybe I can stay out of his sight for that long."
"All right. Where? We came down the coast to Grafan Harbor, and I don't know the lay of the land."
"The coast? Then you would have passed the watch house, near the docks." "Yes, I saw the place, but it had guards in it."leaned close. "As you said, there's nothing stopping you from using your gift. The guard changes around sundown. Wait until you see the guard change, and then silence them. That will give you a safe place to wait until nearly dawn. Sometime in the night, I will be there with Amelia." "The watch house, then. Fourth night after the full moon." Janet gave her a quick hug. "Five nights, and we're free. Hurry. Get out of here." Warren snatched Verna's arm and pulled her through the door.54after he awoke, just before dawn, Richard stood outside his bedroom, reading the morning report. For the first time. the number of dead in one night had climbed over one thousand. A thousand tragedies in one night., standing not far away with his massive arms folded, asked the number. A rare event, Ulic asking a question. Richard couldn't speak. He handed the report to his bodyguard. Ulic sighed heavily when he read the number.city was in shambles. Trade had been disrupted to the point that food was getting scarce. Firewood, used for both heat and cooking, was hard to come by. Services of every kind were difficult to secure, either because people were afraid to bring their wares into the city, they had abandoned their homes and fled the city, or they were dead.the cures in the streets were in abundance.paused beside a long tapestry of a city market scene as he was headed for his office. His shadow glided to a silent halt behind him. The thought of going back to translating the book made him nauseous. He was finding nothing new, anyway. He was mired in a long report on an inquiry into the dealings Wizard Ricker had had with a people called the Andolians. It was boring and made little sense to him.couldn't face the book again this early in the day. Besides, he was worried sick about Raina. In the last week she had only gotten worse. Nothing could be done for her, any more than anything could be done for the thousand people who had died the night before.had told Kahlan that the Temple of the Winds would send another message, would send a way to get in. The spirit had told her the same thing. Why hadn't it come? Would they all be dead before the winds sent word?glanced out an east window and saw the first rays of the morning sun coming from between two mountains. With the gathering clouds he had already seen coming in from the west, he knew that they wouldn't be seeing the full moon that night.headed for Kahlan's room. He had to see her face. see something that could lift his spirits. Ulic took up station beside Egan at the corner of the hall. Egan had been with Kahlan's guard the night before. Richard was greeted by Nancy, just coming out the door. "Is Kahlan up?"pulled the door closed behind herself. She glanced up the hall to see Ulic and Egan. They were too far away to hear.
"Yes, Lord Rahl. She is just a little slow, this morning. She isn't feeling well." Richard gripped the woman's arm. He thought that Kahlan had looked out of sorts for the last few days, but she had steadfastly dismissed his concerns. Richard could feel the blood draining from his face. "What's wrong? Is she.. sick? She doesn't-"
"No, no," Nancy insisted, suddenly realizing that she had frightened the wits out of him. "Nothing like that." "Then what's wrong?" Richard pressed.woman patted her lower belly and leaned close. She let her voice drop to little more than a whisper. "It's just her cycle of the moon, that's all. It'll be over in a couple more days. I wouldn't say anything, mind you, but with the plague, I don't want you to worry yourself to death. Just don't tell her I told you, or she'll bite off my head."sighed as he smiled with relief. He squeezed Nancy's hand in appreciation.
"Of course not. Thank you, Nancy. You don't know how much that eases my mind. I couldn't endure it if she…"touched his arm as she gave him a warm smile. "I know. That's the only reason I said anything."Nancy had trundled off down the hall, Richard knocked on the door. Kahlan had been just about to open it, and was surprised to find him standing there. She smiled up at him. "I was wrong." "About what?"
"You are more handsome than I remembered."grinned. She had lifted his spirits. He gave her a quick kiss when she rose on her toes and puckered her lips.gathered up her hand. "I'm on my way to check on Raina. Want to come with me?"nodded, the mirth ghosting away from her face.met them not far from their room. Her eyes were red and leaden. She wore red leather. Richard didn't ask why. "Lord Rahl, please.. Raina is asking for you."enclosed her shoulders with one arm. "We were on our way there. Come on."didn't ask how Berdine was. It was obvious she was sick with worry. "Berdine, some people have recovered from the plague. No one is stronger than Raina. She is Mord-Sith. She will be one of the ones who recovers." Berdine nodded woodenly.was lying on her bed. She was wearing her red leather. Standing in the doorway, Richard leaned toward Berdine and whispered, "Why is she dressed?" He left the obvious question of why she was wearing her red leather unasked.clutched his arm. "She asked me to dress her in the red leather of a Mord-Sith"-Berdine stifled a wail-"for the final battle."sank to his knees beside the bed. Raina's half-open eyes rolled toward him. Sweat ran from her face. Her lower lip quivered.gripped Richard's arm. "Lord Rahl.. please, take me out to see Reggie?" "Reggie?"
"The chipmunks.. please take me out to feed Reggie. He's the one missing the end of his little tail." His heart breaking, he smiled for her. "It would be my honor."scooped her up in his arms. She had lost a lot of weight. She hardly weighed anything.wrapped a weak arm around his neck as she cuddled her head to his shoulder while he carried her through the halls.walked beside them, holding Raina's other hand. Kahlan walked at his other side. Ulic and Egan marched behind.along the way silently stepped clear, eyes to the ground, giving a salute of fist to heart as Richard and the procession passed. The salute was for Raina., Richard sat on the stone court, in the light of the dawning sun, holding Raina in his lap. Berdine sat on her heels by her head. Kahlan sat on his other side. Ulic and Egan, hands clasped behind their backs, stood not far to the rear. Richard saw a tear or two wend its way down each of their stony faces.
"Over there," Richard said to Kahlan, pointing with his chin. "Give me that box."turned and saw what he meant. He kept seeds in a box under a stone bench. She wiggled off the lid and held out the box.scooped out a handful of seeds and tossed some on the ground before them. He trickled the rest into Raina's bony hand.wasn't long before two chipmunks, tails twitching, scampered across the lawn. Richard had fed them enough so they knew that the appearance of people might mean food. They stuffed seeds in their cheeks, as best they could, between sudden, chattering bouts of trying to chase each other away. Raina watched, her eyes only half opened.Agiel dangled from the chain on the wrist of the hand that Berdine held. The two chipmunks, their cheeks full, scurried for their burrows to store their booty.opened her arm out and rested her hand on the paving stone. She uncurled her fingers. Each shallow breath rattled. Berdine tenderly stroked Raina's forehead.chipmunk appeared from under a bush. He came partway toward them, froze stiff while he checked for threat, and then dashed the rest of the way. He was missing the end of his tail. "Reggie," Raina breathed.smiled as Reggie climbed into her open hand. He sat there, pressing his little feet against her fingers as he popped seeds into his mouth with his tongue. He paused, sitting up in her hand, to rearrange the seeds stuffed in his cheeks. Satisfied, he dropped back down, putting his little feet to Raina's fingers again. Raina let out a soft giggle.kissed her forehead. "I love you, Raina." she whispered. "I love you, Berdine."felt Raina's muscles go slack as she died in his arms while Reggie sat eating seeds from her hand.55stood behind Richard as he sat in his chair in his office, her arms circled around his neck, her cheek laid against the top of his head as she wept.rolled Raina's Agiel in his fingers. Berdine said that Raina had wanted him to have it.had asked for permission to go up to the Keep to tell Cara. She also asked if she could take her turn at watch over the sliph, as Cara had been up there for the last three days.told her that she could do whatever she wished, for as long as she wished, and that if she wanted him to take her watch, or to come sit with her, he would. She had said that she wanted to be alone for a while. "Why hasn't the temple sent its message?" Kahlan smoothed his hair. "I don't know."
''What are we going to do? ' he asked. It wasn't a question for which he expected an answer. "I just don't know what to do."rubbed her palms up and down the sides of his shoulders. "Do you think you might find an answer in the trial record?"
"For all I know it could be the very last line I translate that gives me any information I can use." He slowly shook his head. "Long before I can translate every line, we'll all be dead."hooked Raina's Agiel on the chain along with the amulet at his chest. The red color of the Agiel matched the ruby.hung in the air for a time before he said, "Jagang is going to win." Kahlan turned his head toward her. "Don't say that. Please don't say that." He forced a smile. "You're right. We'll beat him." A knock came to the door. Ulic stuck his head in when Richard called to ask who it was.
"Lord Rahl, General Kerson wanted to know if he could talk to you for a minute."patted Richard's shoulder. "I'm going to go tell Drefan and Nadine about Raina."walked to the door with her. General Kerson was waiting outside with his usual fistful of reports.
"I'll catch up with you in a few minutes," Richard said. As Kahlan left Richard to hear the general's reports, Egan fell in with her. It felt odd to be guarded by Egan alone, without a Mord-Sith. One of them had always seemed to be around. "Mother Confessor," Egan said, "some people just arrived at the palace and wanted to see you and Lord Rahl. I told them that everyone was busy. I didn't want to burden Lord Rahl."
"Petitioners' Hall must be packed with people who want to see us, what with all the trouble."
"They aren't in Petitioners' Hall. The guards stopped them as they went into one of the reception rooms. They aren't exactly arrogant, like some of the representatives I've seen, but they are insistent, in an odd sort of way."frowned up at the huge, blond D'Haran. "Did they say who they were? Did you find out that much, at least?" "They said they were Andolians."jerked to a halt, seizing Egan's massive arm. "Andolians! And the guards let them in? They let Andolians in the palace?"'s brow drew down. "I didn't hear how they got in. Only that they were here. Is this a problem. Mother Confessor?"man's hand was already on his sword. "No. it's not that. It's just that.. dear spirits, how do you explain the Andolians?" She searched for the right words. "They aren't exactly-human." "What do you mean?"
"There are creatures of magic that live in the Midlands. There are people with magic who live in the Midlands. It is sometimes difficult to know where to place the line separating them. Some of these people with magic are part creature-like the Andolians."
"Magic?" Egan asked with obvious distaste. "Are they dangerous?" Kahlan heaved a sigh as she changed her mind about where she was going and instead started out for the reception hall. "Not exactly. At least, not usually. Not if you know how to treat them.
"No one knows a great deal about the Andolians. We leave them alone. Most people of the Midlands have a strong dislike for them. The Andolians steal things. Not for the wealth of the object, but simply because the Andolians are fascinated by things. Shiny things, mostly. A piece of glass, a gold piece, or a button-it's all the same to them.
"People don't like them because the Andolians look much like you and I, and so people think they should behave like people, but they aren't people, exactly.
"They usually show up in places out of simple curiosity. We don't allow them in the palace because they cause such a disruption. It's best to simply keep them out. With the magic they have, if you try to discipline them, they can turn nasty. Very nasty."
"Perhaps I should have the soldiers get rid of them."
"No. That could get ugly. Dealing with them requires a very special kind of protocol. Fortunately, I know the protocol. I'll get rid of them." "How?"
"The Andolians like to carry messages. They like that more than anything- more than shiny objects, even. They love to carry messages for people. I guess it makes them feel more connected to their human side to be involved in human affairs.
"Some people in the Midlands use them for that purpose. Andolians will carry a message more faithfully than any courier. They will do it for a shiny button. They would even do it for no compensation. They live to convey messages.
"All I have to do is give them a message to carry, and they will be off to deliver it. That's the easiest way to get rid of an Andolian." "Will it get rid of all of them?" Egan asked as he scratched his head. "All of them? Dear spirits, don't tell me that there are more than a couple?" "Seven. Six women who all look alike, and one man."lost a stride. "I don't believe it. That would be the Legate Rishi and his six wives, all sisters. The six sisters were all born of the same.. litter."Andolians believed that only a litter of six females were worthy to be the legate's wives. Kahlan's head spun as she tried to concentrate through the depression over Raina's death, over all the deaths. She had to think of a place to send the Andolians, and a message for them to carry.something about the plague. She could send them somewhere with a warning about the plague. Maybe down into the wilds. Most of the people of the wilds tolerated the Andolians better than most other people in the Midlands.throng of guards bristling with weapons filled the halls all around the reception room. Two guards with pikes opened the tall, mahogany-paneled doors as Kahlan and Egan approached.reception hall, where waited the Andolians, was one of the smaller ones, without windows. Sculptures of every sort, from rulers' busts to a farmer and oxen, most done in pale marble, rested on square granite blocks placed back against the dark walls. Behind each sculpture, ornamental drapery of a rich maroon was swagged back to half-columns of dark violet marble set against the walls between each sculpture. It lent each piece the air of being displayed on a stage, with curtains opening for them.separate clusters of ornate lamps with cut-glass chimneys hung on silver chains. Because of the dark decor, the dozens of lamps were unable to bring anything brighter than a somber atmosphere to the room. Three heavy, dark tables sat on the black marble floor.Andolians stood before one of these tables. The six sisters were tall and slender, and Kahlan couldn't tell one from another. Their hair was dyed a bright orange with the berries of a basset bush that grew in the Andolians' homeland. Their homeland wasn't close; they had made a long journey to get to Aydindril.big, round black eyes watched Kahlan approach. Their orange hair, woven into hundreds of small braids, made the women look as if they wore wigs of orange yarn. Woven into the yarnlike hair were small, shiny things-buttons, pieces of metal, gold and silver coins, shards of glass, chips of obsidian-any scrap that they found shiny enough for their taste.six were dressed in simple but elegant white robes of a lustrous, satiny material. Despite what Kahlan knew about the Andolians-such as the way a simple storm could send them puling for protection under a bush or a hole in the ground- they had a noble air. Kahlan guessed that made sense; they were, after all, the wives of the legate, the leader of the Andolians.legate himself was shorter than his wives, and much older. Other than his round black eyes, he looked to be nothing more than a distinguished official, a bit on the stocky side. A bald pate shone above his fringe of white hair. Some kind of grease had been rubbed on it so as to make it glossy.wore robes similar lo his wives', but of gold material trimmed with rows of shiny objects sewn on. Each finger had at least one ring. From a distance, all the shiny objects made him look opulent. Closer up, he looked more like a crazy beggar who had dug through a midden heap to pluck out worthless items discarded by normal people.Rishi's eyes were red-rimmed and leaden-looking. He wore a doltish grin and swayed on his feet. Kahlan saw him infrequently, but she didn't remember him this way. The six sisters formed into a line before him. They straightened, putting their shoulders back with pride.
"We share the moon," one of the six said. "We share the moon," Kahlan said in their traditional greeting among females. Her waning cramps reminded her that the greeting had more than one meaning.rest spoke the greeting in turn. The way those big black eyes blinked as they watched her gave Kahlan shivers. When they had finished with the official greeting, the six split into two groups of three and backed to either side of their husband.legate lifted a hand, as if a king greeting a crowd. He grinned moronically. Kahlan frowned at his odd behavior, although she wasn't at all sure that for an Andolian it was odd.
"We share the sun," he said in a slur.
"We share the sun," Kahlan answered, but he ignored her as his attention was diverted by something behind her.turned and saw Richard striding across the room. a glower heating his expression.
"What's this about the moon?" Richard asked as he came up beside Kahlan. She took his hand. "Richard," she said in a tone of warning, "this is Legate Rishi and his wives. They are Andolians. I have just given them their traditional greeting, that's all."expression slackened. "Oh, I see. When they said something about the moon-I thought."blood suddenly drained from Richard's face.
"Andolians," he whispered to himself. "Wizard Ricker was doing something with the Andolians.." He seemed lost in a confusion of thought.
"We share the sun," Legate Rishi said through his grin, "The females share the moon. A female and a male share the sun. but not the moon."rubbed his brow. He looked engrossed in recollection, or confusion. Kahlan squeezed his hand, hoping he would get the message to let her handle this. She turned back to the legate. "Legate Rishi, I would like you to-" "Our husband has been drinking things that make him happy," one of the wives said, as if it were a fascinating bit of news. "He has been trading some of his prizes for this drink." Her expression turned perplexed. "It makes him slow. too, or we would have been here sooner."
"Thank you for telling me this," Kahlan said. One had always to thank an Andolian for any information they offered about themselves. Information about themselves so given was considered a gift.turned her attention once more to the legate. "Legate Rishi, I would like you to carry an important message for me." "Sorry," the legate said. "We can carry no message for you." Kahlan was dumbfounded. She had never heard of an Andolian refusing to carry a message.
"But, why not?"of the six leaned toward Kahlan. "Because we already carry a message of great importance." "You do?"big black eyes blinked. "Yes. The greatest of all honors. Husband carries a message from the moon."
"You what?" Richard whispered as his head came up.
"The moon sends a message from the winds," the legate said in a drunken slur. Kahlan felt as if the world had frozen.
"We would have been here sooner, but husband had to stop many times to have the drink of happiness."felt her whole body tingle with icy dread.
"Been here sooner," Richard repeated. "While all those people died, you've been drinking?" His voice boomed like thunder. "Raina died, because you've been out getting drunk!"exploded in a blur of movement, his fist striking Legate Rishi so hard that the man tumbled back over the table.
"People are dying, and you're out getting drunk!" Richard roared as he vaulted over the table.
"Richard, no!" Kahlan shrieked. "He has magic!"saw a blur of red racing in from the side. Cara came at a dead run and dived over the table, knocking Richard sprawling across the floor.Rishi rose up in a rage. Blood frothed at his mouth. Strings of it whipped from his chin.flares of light and undulating flutters of darkness radiated up his arms, gathering at his chest as he rose up. He was gathering his magic, preparing to unleash it against Richard. Richard went for his sword.shoved Richard again and rebounded back at the legate, backhanding him across his bloody mouth. The legate whirled, redirecting his rage at her.quick, Cara spun past him, striking him again, turning his attention away from Richard as he followed her. His magic already gathered, he unleashed it at her. The air thumped and at the same time seemed to oscillate. The legate went down with a grunt of pain. Cara was on him before he hit the ground. She pressed her Agiel to his throat.
"You are mine, now," she sneered as he gagged in agony. "Your magic is mine, now."
"Cara!" Kahlan yelled. "Don't kill him!"six sisters were squatted down in a shivering clump, bugging one another in terror. Kahlan put a hand to the frightened sisters, reassuring them that they wouldn't be harmed.
"Cara, don't hurt him," Kahlan said. "He carries a message from the Temple of the Winds."'s head came up. She had a disturbing look in her eyes. "I know. It came to him with magic. His magic is mine, now. The message he carries is embedded within his magic."let his sword drop back into its scabbard. "You mean, you know the message?" Cara nodded, her blue eyes filling with tears.
"I know it with him. I share his magic, his knowledge of the message." "Ulic, Egan," Richard said. "clear the soldiers out. Shut the doors. Keep everyone out."Ulic and Egan were ushering the soldiers out, Richard seized the legate by the robes at his throat and lifted him. He heaved him into a chair. Richard lowered over the suddenly meek-looking, panting Andolian leader.chest heaving, Richard gripped the amulet and Raina's Agiel in a fist. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he pointed at the legate's face.
"Let's have the message. And you had better tell it true. Thousands of people have already died while you delayed your arrival to get drunk."
"The message from the winds is for two people."looked up. The words had come not only from the legate, but also from Cara. She had spoken the words along with him. "Cara, do you know the message, too? Just as he does?" Cara looked as surprised as Richard. "I.. it came to me, as it came to him. I knew only that he carried a message. He didn't know it until he spoke it. I knew it when he did." "Who is the message for?" Kahlan knew.
"For Wizard Richard Rahl, and for Mother Confessor Kahlan Amnell." Once again, both had spoken the words. "What is the message?" Richard asked.knew. She went to Richard's side, taking his hand in hers. holding it for dear life.room was empty of everyone except Richard. Kahlan. Cara, Legate Rishi, and the six sisters, cowering under a table. The lamps around the room dimmed, as if their wicks had been turned down. It cast them all in an eerie, wavering light.legate, his face gone blank, looked to have gone into a trance. He rose from the chair, blood still dripping from his chin. His arm lifted, pointing at Richard. Only he spoke, this time.
"The winds summon you. Wizard Richard Rahl. Magic has been stolen from the winds, and used in this world to cause harm. You must wed in order to enter the Temple of the Winds.
"Your wife is to be one named Nadine Brighton."to speak, Richard brought Kahlan's hand to his heart, holding it there in both of his hands.'s arm lifted, pointing at Kahlan. Only she spoke, this time, in a frigid, heartless voice.
"The winds summon you. Mother Confessor Kahlan Amnell. Magic has been stolen from the winds, and used in this world to cause harm. You must wed in order to help Wizard Richard Rahl enter the Temple of the Winds. "You husband is to be one named Drefan Rahl." Richard dropped to his knees. Kahlan sank down beside him. She thought she should feel something. She felt only numbness. It seemed a dream.had thought it would never come. Now that it was happening, it seemed too fast. as if she were tumbling over a cliff, grasping for a handhold, but finding nothing to stop her fall as she plunged into icy blackness.was over. Everything was over. Her life, her dreams, her future, her joy, was over. It only remained to act it out until the end. Richard's ashen face looked up from Cara's feet.
"Cara, please. I'm begging you, don't do this to us." His voice broke. "Dear spirits, please don't do this to us, Cara." Cara's cold blue eyes stared back.
"I do not do this to you. I only bear the message from the winds. You must both agree to this, if you wish to enter the Temple of the Winds." "Why must Kahlan marry?" "The winds require a virgin bride." Richard's eyes darted to Kahlan. He looked back to Cara. "She isn't a virgin." "Yes, she is," Cara said. "No! She's not!"put her forehead against the side of Richard's face as she gripped his muscular neck, hugging herself to him.
"Yes. Richard. I am," she whispered. "In this world, I am. Shota told me that that was all that mattered to the spirits. In this world, in our world, the world of life, I am a virgin. We were together in another world. It doesn't apply here." "That's crazy," he whispered in a hoarse voice. "That's just crazy." "It fulfills the requirements of the winds," Cara said.
"This is the only chance you will be offered," the legate said. "If you do not take it, then the obligation of the winds to remedy the damage will be ended."
"Please, Cara," Richard whispered. "Please.. don't do this. There has to be another way."
"This is the only way." Cara, in her red leather, lowered above them. "It is up to you whether you will repair the damage. You must agree. If you fail to answer the call, it will not come again, and the magic released will run free."
"The winds wish to know your answer," the legate said. "You must both agree to this of your free will. It must be a true marriage in all aspects. It must be for life. You must both be of honest intent in your marriages, and faithful to the ones you wed."
"He speaks the truth of the winds. What is your answer?" Cara asked in a voice like ice.looked through the watery blur into Richard's eyes. She could see him dying behind those eyes.
"It is our duty. Only we can save those people, but I will say no if you wish it, Richard."
"How many more Rainas must die in my arms? I couldn't ask you to have me at the cost of another life."swallowed the wail. "Is there anything.. do you know of anything we could do to stop the plague?"shook his head. "I'm sorry. I have failed you. I haven't found a way around this."
"You haven't failed me, Richard. I couldn't bear to think we were the cause of more death, like Raina's, today." She threw her arms around his neck. "I love you so much, Richard."'s big hand held her head to him. "We are agreed, then. We must do this."brought her to her feet with him. There was so much she wanted to say to him. No words came. When she looked into Richard's eyes, she knew words weren't needed.turned to Cara and the legate. "I agree. I will marry Nadine." "I agree. I will marry Drefan." Kahlan fell into Richard's arms as she lost control of her tears. She sobbed in agony. Richard embraced her, nearly squeezing the life out of her. Cara and the legate were suddenly there, pulling them apart. "You are each promised to another," Cara said. "You may not do this now.must each be loyal to your mates." Kahlan looked past the legate into Richard's eyes, each of them knowing that they had embraced for the last time. In that moment, her world ended.56and Richard sat apart, with the legate and Cara between them. Kahlan heard the doors open. It was Nadine and Drefan. After Ulic had let them in, he closed the doors.raked his hair back as he rose. Kahlan didn't want to test her legs, yet. It had all slipped through her fingers. Everything was lost to duty.eyed everyone in the room: the legate, his six wives, Cara, Kahlan, and finally Richard as he walked haltingly to her.stared at the floor. "You both know that the plague was started with magic. I told you both how it was stolen from the Temple of the Winds. The temple has sent its requirements if I am to be allowed to enter and stop the plague.
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