“Then I order you to leave me alone!”
“I’m sorry, Lord Rahl, but we cannot follow that order.”didn’t know what to believe. This could just be a trap. “I’m here to stop Darken Rahl. I have to get to the Garden of Life. If you don’t get out of my way, I will have to kill you.”
“We know where you go,” Cara said. “We will take you, but you must not go that way. We do not hold all the palace. That way is not safe. In fact, this whole section of the palace is in the hands of the insurgents. The First File would have lost a thousand men to come down here. We told them we would go, that it would be less risk to you. For that reason only, they agreed.”started angling around the women. “I don’t believe you, and I can’t risk what you would do if you are lying. This is too important. If you try to stop me, I will have to kill you.”
“If you go that way, Lord Rahl, you will die. Please, let me whisper a secret message in your ear.” Cara handed her Agiel to a woman behind her. “You may hold your knife to me. I am without a weapon.”gripped her hair in one fist, and held the razor-sharp knife to her throat. If she so much as flinched, he intended to cut her throat. Cara put her mouth close to his ear.
“We are here to help you Lord Rahl,” she whispered. “It is the… toasted toads” truth.”straightened. “Where did you hear such a thing?”
“Do you know its meaning? Commander General Trimack said that it is a coded message from First Wizard Zorander, so that you would know we are loyal to you. He told me to tell no one but you.”
“Who is General Trimack?”commander general, First File of the palace guard. They are loyal to you. The First File is the ring of steel around the Lord Rahl. Wizard Zorander told General Trimack to guard the Garden of Life at all cost.days ago that magic woman came. She killed nearly three hundred of our men getting into the Garden of Life. We tried to stop her, but we could not. We have no magic against her. She killed close to a hundred on her way out, tonight.
“We followed her out, and watched from a window on the third level. We saw her send lightning to strike your dragon from the sky. We saw you kill her. Only the true Lord Rahl could do that.
“Please, Lord Rahl, terrible things are happening in the Garden of Life. Let us take you there, so you may stop the evil spirit.”had no time to waste. They had to have gotten that message from Zedd. He had to trust them.
“All right, let’s go. But I’m in a hurry.”came to each woman. Cara took back her Agiel and grabbed him by the shirt at one shoulder. Another of the Mord-Sith gripped his shirt at the other shoulder. They started running, dragging him along with them. Cara whispered that he should be as quiet as possible. The other four spread out in front, scouting the way.took him quickly, but silently, through small side halls and dark rooms. While the scouts slipped up narrow servants” stairs, Cara and the other pressed him up against the wall, crossing their lips with a finger, waiting until they heard a short whistle, then dashed up the stairs, pulling him along by his shirt.the top of the stairs, he nearly tripped over the body of one of the four Mord-Sith who had gone ahead. Her face had been split open by a sword. Eight D’Haran men in armor were sprawled in contorted positions down the hall, blood running from their ears. Richard recognized death caused by an Agiel.of the women in red leather at the end of the hall motioned them onward. Cara pulled him around a corner where the woman pointed, and up another staircase. He felt like a sack of laundry the way they yanked him this way and that, jamming him up against walls and in corners while others scouted a clear course.could hardly keep up with them as they ran down halls, still gripping his shirt at each shoulder, hauling him along. Richard lost track of where they were going as they went up stairs and through countless rooms. A few of the rooms had windows, and he could see that the sun was coming up.was winded when he finally recognized the broad corridor they entered. Hundreds of men in uniforms of mail and shiny breastplates all dropped to a knee when they saw him. The clatter of all their armor and weapons echoed down the wide hall. Every man put a fist over his heart. When they came up, one stepped forward.
“Lord Rahl. I am Commander General Trimack. We are close to the Garden of Life. I will lead you there.”
“I know where it is.”
“Lord Rahl, you must hurry. The rebel generals have launched an attack. I don’t know if we will be able to hold this position long, but we will hold it to the last man while you are beyond.”
“Thank you, General. Just hold them off until I send that bastard Darken Rahl back to the underworld.”general gave a salute of his fist to his heart as Richard started moving. He trotted down a polished granite hall he remembered. It took him to the huge, gold-covered doors to the Garden of Life.in a trance of rage, Richard burst through the doors, into the garden. The sun was up. Its first rays lit the treetops in the garden. Richard marched down the path, past the short, vine-covered walls, and out onto the grass.the center of the garden was a circle of white sand—sorcerer’s sand. The round skrin bone sat in the center, with complicated lines drawn in the sand that encircled it. Beyond was the altar with the three boxes of Orden—the gateway to another world. Each was beyond black, seeming as if it would suck the light from the room.the opened box, a shaft of green light poured forth, up through the glass roof, and into the sky. Whatever Darken Rahl had been doing was opening the gateway. Sparkling light, blue, yellow, and red, spiraled around the shaft of green light.white, glowing form of Darken Rahl watched him stride across the grass. Richard stopped before the circle of sorcerer’s sand, opposite him. A small smile spread on Darken Rahl’s lips.
“Welcome, my son,” came the hiss of his voice.felt the scar of the handprint heat on his chest. He ignored the pain of it. Darken Rahl’s glowing blue eyes moved to the Stone of Tears hanging from Richard’s neck.Rahl’s gaze locked on Richard’s. “I have spawned a great wizard. We would like you to join with us, Richard.”said nothing. He seethed with wrath as he watched Darken Rahl’s smile widen. Through the fury of anger, the pounding wrath of magic, he watched, and he sought the calm center, too.
“We can offer you what no other can, Richard. What the Creator Himself cannot offer. We are greater than the Creator. We would like you to join with us.”
“What could you possibly offer me?”Rahl spread his glowing arms. “Immortality.”was too angry to laugh. “When did you succumb to the delusion that I would believe anything you would have to say?”
“It is true, Richard,” he whispered. “We have the power to grant it.”
“Just because you managed to get some of the Sisters to believe your lies, that does not mean I would.”
“We are the Keeper of the underworld. We control life, and death. We have the power to grant either, especially to one of your magic. You can be the master of the world of life. As I would have been, before you… interfered.”
“Not interested. Got anything better to offer?”Rahl’s cruel smile widened. His eyebrows lifted. “Oh, yes, my son,” he hissed. “Oh, yes.”swept his hand out, over the circle of sand.light formed into a person kneeling forward. The light coalesced into a recognizable form..was in her white Confessor’s dress, kneeling forward. Her hair was cut short, just as in the vision he had had in the tower. A tear fell from her closed eyes as the side of her face pressed to the block. She mouthed his name, and that she loved him. Richard’s heart pounded violently.
“The dragon is wounded, Richard. She cannot take you to Aydindril. Your time has run out. You have no option left but to let us help you.”
“What do you mean, “help?’”’s smile returned. “I told you, we have the power over life and death. Without our help, this afternoon, before her people, this is what will happen.”glowing hand swept out again. The blade’s broad edge glinted in the air above her. The axe descended, thunk-ing into the wooden block, sending out a spray of blood. Richard flinched.’s head tumbled away. Bright red blood spread beneath her, soaking into the sand, into the white dress, as her body toppled to the side.
“Noooo!” Richard screamed, his fists at his sides. “Noooo!”Rahl swept his hand over the body, and it vanished into sparkling light and faded away.
“Just as I have taken away the vision of what will happen this day, we can stop the reality. We can offer immortality not only to you, but if you join with us, to her, too.”stood stunned. It sank in, really sank in, for the first time. Scarlet was wounded. She could not fly him to Aydindril. This was winter solstice. Kahlan was going to die this day, and he had no way of getting to her. His breath came in ragged gasps.world was ending for him.was the meaning of the prophecy. If he took this offer, if he chose to stop her death, then the world would end for everyone else.thought of Chase, taking Rachel home to meet her new mother. He thought of all the happiness she would have in that life with love around her. He thought of his own life, with his father and mother, of the love, the happy times together, even the not so happy times, and how much it had meant to him.thought about the time he had spent with Kahlan, and the joy of being in love with her, and all the other people who must have had such joy, and would in the future. If there was a future.
“You can walk hand in hand with her, Richard. Forever.”’s eyes came up from the white sand. “Hand in hand, through the ashes of death. Forever.”would it do to Kahlan, to her love for him, if he offered her such a selfish destiny. She would be horrified. Then whenever she looked at him, she truly would see a monster. Forever.would live forever with her revulsion, not her love. Thus, in trying to save her, he would destroy not only everyone else, but her heart, too.price was too high, even for his love.this would end his life, his love, too.was consumed with rage and calm at the same time. He stared into the glowing eyes of evil. “You would poison our love with your taint of hate. You don’t even know the meaning of love.”wrath swelled to a wild storm within him. At least, he would extract his price for this. His vengeance.lifted the Stone of Tears in his fist. Darken Rahl staggered back a step.
“Richard, think about what you are doing.”
“You will pay for this.”pulled a handful of black sorcerer’s sand from his pocket and cast it onto the circle of white sand.Rahl threw his arms open. “No! You fool!”white sand writhed, as if alive, as if in pain. The symbols drawn in it twisted, contorting around themselves. The ground shook. Steaming fissures raced across the grassy ground.flared up from the sparkling white sand, flicking about the Garden of Life. The room thundered with a riot of noise and blinding light. The sorcerer’s sand melted into a liquid pool of blue fire. The air shuddered with violent concussions.Rahl shook his fists to the sky. “No!”head came down, and when he saw Richard coming slowly toward him, the Stone of Tears held out in his fist, he went still. His hand came up in forbidding.staggered to a stop, the pain of the scar on his chest taking his breath. The agony seared through him. From deep within, he pulled resolve and made himself move despite the torment. Each step only increased the pain. It felt as if his flesh were burning off his bones and the marrow itself were boiling. In the calm at the center of the storm of anger, he was able to ignore it.pulled the Stone of Tears off over his head. He held the leather thong out in his hands, the Stone dangling before Darken Rahl’s face. Rahl shrank back.
“You will wear this in the depths of death. Forever.” Richard stepped closer. “Kneel.”glowing form sank to its knees. The glowing eyes stayed on the Stone in the air above. Richard lowered the leather thong, to hang it over the head of his father’s spirit. He paused.Darken Rahl’s head, behind him, he saw the altar that held the boxes. The open one in the center, alive with things beyond knowing, was sending its green light upward in a beacon.remembered what Ann, Nathan, and Warren had told him. If he used the Stone for selfish reasons, for hate, it would tear the veil. He wanted more than anything to send” Darken Rahl to the depths of the underworld, to punish him forever for what he had done. But that would only accomplish what he had already decided was beyond price., he had brought this on himself. That he had not done it intentionally made no difference. Life was not fair, it simply existed. If you accidentally stepped on a poison snake, you got bitten. Intentions were irrelevant.
“I have caused my own grief,” Richard whispered. “I must suffer the consequences of my own actions. I cannot make others pay for what I have caused, intentionally or not.”hung the Stone of Tears back around his own neck. Darken Rahl came to his feet in alarm.
“Richard… you don’t know what you’re saying. Punish me. Hang the stone around my neck. Have your vengeance!”turned partway toward the center of the Garden of Life and held out his hand. The round skrin bone, in the pool of blue fire, hurtled to his palm. His magic protected him.held the skrin bone up high. In the grip of rage, in the grip of calm, he called the power onward. It erupted from his fist., yellow and hot, shot forth into Darken Rahl., black and cold, shot forth into Darken Rahl.twisted together in the unleashed wrath of the skrin.ripple of total darkness swept across the room, and when it lifted, the lightning, and Darken Rahl, were gone. The skrin bone felt cool in his fist.green light from the box glowed brighter, making the room hum. Richard pulled the Stone of Tears from his neck. The leather thong fell away as the Stone turned to black in his palm.thrust out his hand. The Stone of Tears flew to the green light, floating in it a moment, rotating in the beam. The green light faded as the Stone of Tears sank toward the box, becoming transparent, until it passed from existence. The beacon of green light vanished, plunging the Garden of Life into silence.held the skrin bone out in his fist, and once again the twin lightning erupted, thundering across the distance. Flashes of white-hot light and ice-cold blackness washed over him. When it ended, and silence rang in his ears once more, the three boxes sat on the altar.was closed.knew they could not be opened again without the book, and the book existed only in his head. The boxes of Orden, and the gateway they represented, would remain closed for all time.heard a metallic snap. He felt something brush at his neck, felt something fall at his feet.looked down to see the collar, the Rada’Han, on the ground. It was off his neck. He was free of it.pain, too, was gone. He felt his chest. The scar was gone.the silence, Richard stood dazed. He wasn’t sure what had just happened. He didn’t know how he had done it.was over.him, everything was over.was going to die this day.then he was running. The day wasn’t over yet.he emerged from the doors of the Garden of Life, the five Mord-Sith surrounded him. He ignored them as he ran. In the corridor beyond, a sweaty, dirty General Trimack waited with hundreds of men just as grimy-looking. Many were bloody.a cacophony of clanging armor and weapons, the men as far as he could see down the smoky corridor fell to their knees, fists clapped to hearts. General Trimack returned to his feet. As he took three long strides toward Richard, Cara moved protectively in front of him.
“Get out of my way, woman!”didn’t budge. “No one touches Lord Rahl.”
“I’m his protection just as much as…”
“Stop it, both of you.”relaxed and stepped to the side. General Trimack gripped Richard by the shoulders. “Lord Rahl, you’ve done it. It took a long time, but you did it.”
“Done what? What do you mean it took a long time?”eyebrows lifted. “You’ve been in there most of the day.”’s breath faltered. “What?”
“We fought them fiercely for hours, but we were being pushed back. We were outnumbered ten or fifteen to one. Then you sent the lightning. I’ve never seen anything like it.
“Wizard Zorander told me that the palace is a huge power spell drawn on the ground of the plateau, drawn to protect and give power to the Lord Rahl. I never would have believed it until I saw it myself. The whole of the palace was alive with lightning. It flickered through every wall in the place.
“Every one of the those bastard generals who was loyal to Darken Rahl was cut down by the lightning. Their troops who fought on were ripped apart by it, too. Those who laid down their weapons and joined us were unharmed.”didn’t know what to say. “I’m glad, General, but I can’t take credit. I was in there the whole time. I’m not even sure what I did in there, much less what happened out here.”
“We are the steel against steel. You did your part. You were the Lord Rahl, the magic against magic. We are all proud of you.” General Trimack gave Richard a clap on the shoulder. “Whatever you did, you must have chosen right.”put his fingers to his forehead, trying to think. “What time is it?”
“Like I said, you were in there most of the day, while we fought out here. It’s near to late afternoon.”clutched at his chest. “I have to go.”started running. Everyone charged off after him. Before long, he was confused by the huge, converging halls. He slid to a stop on the slick marble floor and turned to Cara at his hip.
“Which way!”
“To where, Lord Rahl?”
“Where I came in! The fastest way!”
“Follow us, Lord Rahl.”ran behind the five Mord-Sith. Behind him came what seemed to be the entire army of the palace. The racket of all the armor and boots echoed off the walls and ceilings high overhead. Columns, arches, staircases, devotion squares, and intersections of halls flew past. They raced down halls and down stairs.was winded when nearly an hour later he went through the doors between the giant columns and out into the cold air. Soldiers poured out behind. He ran down the steps four at a time.lay on her side in the snow, the glossy red scales rising and falling with her labored breathing.
“Scarlet! You’re still alive!” Richard rubbed her snout. “I was so worried.”
“Richard. I see you have managed to survive. It must not have been as difficult as you thought.” She struggled to give a dragon’s grin. It faded. “I’m sorry, my friend, but I cannot fly. My wing is injured. I tried, but until it is healed, I’m afraid I’m stuck on the ground.”shed a tear on her snout. “I understand, my friend. You got me here. You saved the world of life. You are a heroine more noble than any in history. Will you be all right? Will you be able to fly again?”managed a weak laugh. “I will fly again. But not for a month or so. I will recover. It is not so bad as it seems.”turned to the officers behind. “scarlet is my friend. She has saved us all. I want you to bring her food. Whatever she needs, until she is recovered. Protect her as you would me.”went to hearts.grabbed the general’s arm. “I need a horse, a strong horse. Right now. And I need to know how to get to Aydindril.”general turned. “Get a strong horse, now! You, go get maps to Aydindril for Lord Rahl!”started running. Richard turned back to the dragon.
“I’m so sorry you’re suffering, Scarlet.”’s chuckle rumbled deep in her throat. “The injury is not so painful. Look over there, around the side.”head, at the end of her long neck, followed him around. Richard was astonished to see an egg nestled in a crook of her tail.big, yellow eye peered at him. “I just gave birth. That is most of my weakness. Just as well I’m to be aground.”played fire over the egg. Tenderly, she stroked her talons over it. As Richard watched, he thought about the beauty of life, and how happy he was that others could continue to have it.the vision of the falling axe kept playing over and over in his head. He couldn’t stop the horror of it. His hands shook. It could be happening at that very moment. His breathing came in ragged pulls.last a man came running with a map. He held it out and pointed. “Here, Lord Rahl, is Aydindril. This is the fastest route. But it will still take you several weeks.”stuffed the map in his shirt as another soldier galloped up on the horse. Richard retrieved his pack and bow from the snow where they had fallen when Scarlet had come to ground.Trimack held the reins to the muscular horse while Richard quickly lashed his things to the saddle. “There is food in the saddlebags. When will you return, Lord Rahl?”’s mind was in a fog, racing in a thousand directions at once. All he could see was the axe falling.leapt up into the saddle. “I don’t know. When I can. Carry on until then. And continue to guard the Garden of Life. Don’t let anyone go in there.”
“Safe return, Lord Rahl. Our hearts are with you.”went to chests as he urged the powerful horse into a gallop and charged at full speed through the huge gates that stood open for him.69cursed under his breath when the horse dropped dead under him. He picked himself up, when he had stopped rolling through the snow, and started pulling his things off the lifeless, lathered beast. He felt an ache of sorrow for the horse; it had given him everything it had.had lost count of how many horses had died under him. Some simply stumbled to a stop and refused to move anymore. Some dropped to a walk and would run no more. Some gave everything until their hearts quit.had known he was being too hard on them, and had tried to pace them, but he simply could not bring himself to go slow enough. When a horse died, or quit running, he managed to find another. Some owners were reluctant to sell, thinking they would haggle with him. Richard threw a fistful of gold at them, and took the horse.was near dead with exhaustion himself. He had slept and eaten little. Sometimes he had walked while his mount recovered. When he had had to find a new horse, he had run.hoisted the pack onto his back and started trotting off. It had been two weeks since he had left D’Hara. He knew he had to be close to Aydindril.fact that it was two weeks past winter solstice somehow didn’t seem as important as his rush to reach Kahlan. It somehow seemed to him that if he could hurry fast enough, it would save her, that if he put in his best effort, it would somehow make time wait for him. He could not accept that he was too late.came to a panting halt at the top of a rise in the road. Ahead, in the sparkling sunlight, lay Aydindril. On the wall of mountains to the far side of the city he could see the gray walls of the Wizard’s Keep. Richard ran on through the snow.streets were crowded with people, people hurrying through the cold afternoon air, and people standing about, stomping their feet to keep warm as they hawked their wares. Richard rushed past them all. When he saw people were staring at him because of the Sword of Truth, he pulled the mriswith cape over it.hawker ahead stood by the side of.the road with a short pole resting on the ground. It had a crossbar with wispy strips hanging from it. When Richard realized what the man was calling out, he came out of his mental fog with a jolt.
“Confessor’s hair!” the man bellowed. “Get a lock of the Mother Confessor’s hair! Right off her vile head! Don’t have many left! Show your children the hair of the last Confessor!”’s eyes locked on the long hair. It was Kahlan’s. He swept the lot of it off the pole and stuffed it in his shirt. When the man thought to fight for it, Richard slammed him up against the wall. He gripped the man’s shirt in his fists, and lifted him clear of the ground.
“Where did you get this!”… the council. Bought it from them to sell. Bought it fair after they cut it from her. It belongs to me.” He shouted for help. Thief! Thief!”an angry crowd pressed in to defend the man, the sword came out. People scattered. The hawker ran for his life.’s fury was building despite his putting the sword away as he headed for the Confessors” Palace. He saw it rising up on the vast grounds ahead. He.remembered Kahlan telling him how magnificent it was. He knew it almost as if he had seen it before.remembered, too, Kahlan telling him about a woman there, a cook. No, the head cook. What was her name? Sand something. Sanderholt, that was it. Mistress Sanderholt.aroma of cooking led him to the kitchen entrance. He charged through the door. A roomful of working people shrank back at the sight of him. It was obvious that no one wanted any part of whatever he was about.
“Sanderholt!” he called out. “Mistress Sanderholt! Where is she!”nervously pointed to a hallway. Before he had gone more than a dozen strides down the hall, a thin woman came rushing from the other direction.
“What’s the trouble! Who’s calling me?”
“I am,” Richard said.frown withered to a look of consternation. “What is it I can do for you, young man,” she said in an uneasy voice.worked at keeping threat out of his tone. He didn’t think he was very successful. “Kahlan. Where can I find her.”face turned nearly as white as her apron. “You would be Richard. She told me of you. You look like she said.”
“Yes! Where is she!”Sanderholt swallowed. “I’m sorry, Richard,” she whispered. The council sentenced her to death. The sentence was carried out at the winter solstice festival.”stood staring down at the thin woman. He was having difficulty deciding if they were talking about the same person.
“I think you misunderstood,” he managed. “I mean the Mother Confessor. Mother Confessor Kahlan Amnell. You must be talking about someone else. My Kahlan can’t be dead. I came as fast as I could. I swear I did.”eyes were filling with tears. She tried to blink them away as she stared up at him. Slowly, she shook her head.put a bandaged hand to his side. “Come, Richard. You look as if you could use a meal. Let me get you bowl of soup.”dropped his pack, bow, and quiver to the floor.Central Council sentenced her to death?”gave a weak nod. “she escaped, but was caught. The Central Council reiterated the sentence before the people at the behead… at the execution. And then the members of the council all stood smiling while the people cheered them.”
“Maybe she escaped again. She’s a resourceful woman…”
“I was there,” she said in a broken voice, tears running down her face. “Please don’t make me tell you what I saw. I’ve known Kahlan since she was born. I loved her.”there was a way to go back somehow, and get here in time. There had to be a way. He felt hot and dizzy.. He was too late. Kahlan was dead. He had had to let her die to stop the Keeper. The prophecy had beaten him.gritted his teeth. “Where is the council.”last she managed to take her eyes from him. She pointed a bandaged hand down the hall and gave him directions.turned back. “Please, Richard, I loved her, too. Nothing can be done now. You can accomplish nothing.”he was already moving, the mriswith cape flying behind as he swept down the hall. He saw only enough of what was around him as he moved swiftly along to follow the directions she had given him. He moved toward the council chambers the way his arrows flew to the target when he called it.were everywhere, but he paid them no heed. He had no idea if they paid him any, nor did he care. He flew single-mindedly toward his target. He heard the movement of men-at-arms around him, in the side halls. He barely noted them on the balconies.the end of a column-lined hall stood the doors to the council room. As he marched down the hall, men moved in front of the doors. He only dimly noticed them. He saw only the doors.sword still hadn’t left its scabbard at his hip, but the magic was coursing through him at full fury. The soldiers closed rank before the doors. He didn’t slow, the black cape billowing open, his brow set in a glare, as he charged ahead.made their move to stop him. Richard marched on. He wanted them out of his way. The power came by instinct, without conscious effort. He felt the concussion. In his peripheral vision he saw blood hit the white marble.missing a stride, he emerged from the ball of flame in a gaping hole twice the size the doorway had been. Huge chunks of stone hurtled through the air, trailing smoke. Debris rained down about him. One of the doors spiraled through the air in an arc; the other spun like a top as it skittered across the floor of the council chamber along with ragged pieces of armor and shattered weapons.the far end of the room, men behind a curved desk rose angrily to their feet. As he advanced relentlessly onward, Richard drew the sword. The unique sound of steel rang in the huge room.
“I am Supreme Councilor Thurstan!” the one in the center, at the tallest chair, said. “I demand to know the meaning of this intrusion!”was still coming. “Be there one of you who did not vote to sentence the Mother Confessor to death?”
“She was sentenced to death for treason! Legally, and unanimously, sentenced by this council! Guards! Remove this man!”came running across the vast floor, but Richard had already closed on the dais. The councilors drew knives.leapt to the top of the desk with a scream of rage. The blade cleaved Thurstan in two, from ear to crotch. A swing to each side took off heads. Several of the men tried to stab him. They weren’t close to fast enough. The sword found every robed figure, including the ones who tried to run. It was over in seconds, before the guards had made half the distance.leapt back atop the desk. He stood in the grip of unbridled wrath, holding the sword in both hands. He waited for them to come. He wanted them to come.
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