Death's Mistress

by Terry Goodkind

  “You can learn how to defend yourselves,” Bannon said, looking away. “I did.”

  “But how?” Thaddeus said. “Erect walls along the shore? String a barrier chain across the harbor? How are we to raise an army? Where do we get weapons? We are just a fishing village.”

  Nathan suggested, “In addition to your bonfire and lookout platform, build guard towers on either side of the harbor, and be ready to launch a rain of fire arrows down on any raiders who come. Keep several longboats at the ready to go out and sink them before they enter the harbor. The raider vessels will be flaming wrecks before they ever get to shore.”

  Nicci said in a hard voice, “The Norukai are slavers, not conquerors. You have an advantage, because they want to capture you alive, otherwise you are no good to them. Other attackers may just slaughter you all.”

  “I would be happy to kill them,” Jann growled.

  Nicci approved. “Let nothing hold you back. Arm your people so they can fight better.”

  “Keep boat hooks and pikes ready on the docks,” Bannon said. “Even if the slavers get through, your people could fight them off as they try to disembark.”

  “Make them think twice before they come back here again,” Nicci said. As she watched determination grow like a slow-burning fire among them, she felt gratified. “When your wounds become scars and you’ve rebuilt your homes, do not forget what happened here, or it will happen again.”

  * * *

  The next day, Nicci, Nathan, and Bannon went to the small building that served as Renda Bay’s town hall. The interior smelled of smoke. Three of the glass windows were shattered, and the roof was partially charred, but teams of villagers had extinguished the fire before it caused severe damage.

  The beefy town leader’s posture seemed hunched with duty. “I’ll need workers to help rebuild this hall, but it may take time. Our first priority is to strengthen our defenses, as you said.” Thaddeus looked at them with a hopeful expression. “Would you stay with us, defend us? We’ve seen how powerful your magic is, Sorceress. And the wizard could try to use his magic, too.”

  Nathan looked as if he might be sick. “No … that could be dangerous.”

  Nicci bit her lower lip. “I have a larger purpose to serve for Lord Rahl, and now we must move on. The storm blew the Wavewalker far off course, and we need to look at maps and determine where we are.”

  “We need to find a place called Kol Adair,” Nathan said. He patted the life book in his leather pouch. “We were told that something important awaits us there.”

  “We do have some maps,” said Thaddeus, distracted and troubled. “They’re in here somewhere.” He rummaged in Holden’s cabinets, shifting aside old documents that listed the names of registered fishing boats, a ledger for taxes, charts of land ownership. Finally, he found an old and sketchy map that showed the Phantom Coast, the southern part of the Old World marked with a spiderweb of clear, straight lines that joined the open lands.

  “These are imperial roads that Emperor Jagang constructed to move his armies, but he spent little time this far south. All I know is that the port cities of Serrimundi and Kherimus are up here somewhere.” He gestured vaguely off the top of the map. “And Tanimura is farther north. I’ve heard rumors of the New World, but I know nothing about it.”

  While Nicci studied the map, Nathan took out his life book and quickly sketched in some details on his own map, correcting some of his crude estimates of the terrain they had seen.

  “Kol Adair…” Thaddeus sat heavily in the chair behind Holden’s old desk. His brow furrowed as he looked at the charts, but they seemed unfamiliar to him. He scratched his frizzy beard. “I’ve barely been beyond Renda Bay, myself. Even in my fishing boat, I never sailed out of sight of the coast.

  “I’ve heard stories of distant lands, though. I believe Kol Adair is well inland, beyond the foothills and over a mountain range, across a vast fertile valley, and then more mountains. The place you seek lies somewhere in those mountains … according to the stories.”

  He ran his hand along the easternmost part of the map as if he could draw topography on the scarred desk. “No distant travelers have come through here in such a long time.” He pointed to the middle of the map. “But we know of other settlements upriver, ports, mining towns, farming villages.” He shuddered visibly. “And in the other direction there are islands out at sea, rugged windswept rocks where the Norukai live.” He bit off his words, then said with hollow calmness, “I would not suggest you go there.”

  “We won’t,” Nathan said. “We are looking for Kol Adair.”

  Nicci asked, “Can you supply us with provisions, packs, garments, tools for our journey? We lost almost everything in the shipwreck.”

  “Renda Bay owes you far more than we can ever repay,” said Thaddeus.

  “If you send your emissaries up to D’Hara bearing our message to Lord Rahl, that will be all the payment I require.”

  * * *

  After resting one more day and helping the villagers collect the ragged debris of their lives, the three set out again. They all wore clean clothes. Bannon’s sword, now sharpened and oiled, hung at his side in its plain scabbard. Nathan’s ornate sword had also been cleaned, polished, and sharpened.

  Bannon seemed troubled as they set off on the road. “Can we make a slight detour to the graveyard? There’s something I want to do.”

  “We already paid our respects to the fallen, my boy,” Nathan said.

  “It’s more than that,” Bannon said.

  Nicci saw how the young man had changed after his experience here. He no longer seemed so cheerful and naive … or maybe his cheeriness had always been an act. She said, “I do not wish to delay for long.”

  “Thank you,” the young man said.

  They followed the curve of the hill until they reached the line of new graves, the fresh-packed earth that held thirty-nine resting bodies. Bannon went straight to the part of the burial ground crowded with wooden posts. Twenty-two new ones had been pounded into the ground, each etched with the name of a villager taken by the slavers.

  Bannon clenched his fists as he walked among the posts until he chose one—a clean, bright post of freshly sanded wood. On one side, a villager had carved the name MERRIAM.

  Bannon dropped to his knees on the opposite side of the post. He pulled out his sword and held it awkwardly, using the point to gouge three letters into the fresh wood. Tears sparkled in his eyes as he looked at the name.

  IAN.

  Nathan gave him a solemn nod.

  Bannon stood again, and placed the sword back in its sheath. “Now I’m ready to go.”

  CHAPTER 27

  They followed the river inland from the town of Renda Bay, looking forward to “Lands Unknown”—the farms, logging towns, and mining settlements that Thaddeus had described for them. Someone along the way would know more about Kol Adair and give them guidance.

  Occasional flatboats drifted by on the river as farmers or merchants brought goods down to Renda Bay. The flatboat pilots used poles to guide the loaded vessels downstream. Some of them would wave in greeting, while others just stared at the strangers walking the river path.

  After the ordeal with the shipwreck, Nicci felt as if they had been given a fresh start. Her long black traveling dress was cleaned and mended; Nathan wore the homespun shirt from Phillip, and Bannon also had a new set of clothes.

  As they went farther up the river valley, Bannon seemed to recover his pleasant fantasy of life again, but now Nicci realized that his smile and his optimism were just a veneer. She saw through it now. At least he no longer tried to flirt with her; she had frightened that foolish attraction out of him.

  But the young man wasn’t entirely daunted. He approached her, striking up a conversation. “Sorceress, it occurred to me that like prophecy, wishes sometimes come about in unexpected ways. And your wish did come true.”

  She narrowed her blue eyes. “What wish?”

  “The wishpearl I gave yo
u on the Wavewalker. Remember?”

  “I threw it overboard to appease the selka queen,” Nicci said.

  “Think of the chain of events. After you made the wish, we sailed south, the selka attacked, and that storm wrecked the ship, but we found the stone marker, which confirmed the witch woman’s prophecy. Then we made our way to Renda Bay, where we fought the slavers, and the town leader told us what he knew about Kol Adair. See, that was your wish—that it would help us get to Kol Adair.” He spread his hands. “It’s obvious.”

  “Your logic is as straightforward as a drunkard walking down an icy hill in a windstorm,” she said. “I make my own wishes come true, and I make my own luck. No selka magic bent the events of the world around my desires just to put us here at this exact place. We would have found our way in any case.”

  “Wishes are dangerous, like prophecy,” Nathan interjected, walking close beside them. “They often lead to unexpected results.”

  “Then I will be careful not to make any more frivolous wishes,” Nicci said. “I am the one who determines my own life.”

  * * *

  They continued inland for days and found several settlements, large and small. While Nathan and Nicci gathered any information they could, they explained about the D’Haran Empire and about Richard’s new rule. The isolated villagers listened to the news, but such obscure and distant politics had little bearing on their daily lives. Nathan marked the names of the villages on his hand-drawn map, and they moved on.

  Once, when he introduced himself as the wizard Nathan Rahl, the villagers asked for a demonstration of his powers, and he faltered in embarrassment. “Well, magic is a special thing, my friends, not to be used for mere games and showmanship.”

  When Nicci heard this, she flashed him a skeptical expression. When Nathan had possessed his powers, he did indeed use them for just that, whenever he considered it useful. Now, however, he had to pretend that such demonstrations were beneath him. When the village children learned that Nicci was a sorceress, they pestered her instead, although one glance from her made them quickly reconsider their requests.

  Bannon offered to do tricks with his sword, but they were not interested.

  As they left that village, Nathan quietly vowed, “I won’t mention my magic again … not until I am made whole again after Kol Adair. For now I don’t even dare make the attempt.”

  “You should still try,” Nicci said as they continued along the forested road. “Can you feel your Han at all? You may have lost your gift, but you could regain it.”

  “Or I might cause a terrible disaster.” Nathan’s expression turned grayish. “I didn’t tell you what happened in Renda Bay when I … I tried to heal a man.”

  They walked along a good path up into foothills, as the main river branched and they took the north fork. “I saw you helping some of the injured,” Nicci said.

  “You didn’t see everything.” Nathan waved at a fly in front of his face. “Bannon saw me … but we have not discussed it since.”

  The young man blinked. “I saw so much that night, I think my eyes were filled with blood and I couldn’t absorb it all. I don’t remember … I don’t remember much at all.”

  “One of the Norukai spears had pierced the man’s chest, and he was dying,” Nathan said. “Even the healer women knew he couldn’t be saved. But I felt a hint of my magic. I was desperate, and I wanted to prove myself. I had seen you save the town with your gift, Sorceress, and I knew how much I could have helped. I was furious and I grasped at any small spark of magic. I felt something and tried to use it.”

  He paused on the path, seemingly out of breath, although the route was quite level. He wiped sweat from the side of his neck. The weight of his tale seemed so great a burden that he couldn’t walk and speak at the same time. “I wanted to heal him … but much has changed inside me. Dear spirits, I don’t understand my gift anymore. I thought I touched my Han, and I released what small amount of power I could find. It should have been Additive Magic. I should have been able to knit the man’s tissues together, repair his lungs, stop the bleeding.” Nathan’s azure eyes glistened with tears.

  Nicci and Bannon both paused beside him.

  “I tried to heal him…” Nathan’s voice cracked. “But my magic did the opposite. It ricocheted, and instead of sealing his wounds and stopping the bleeding, my spell … tore him apart. It ripped that poor man asunder, when I was only trying to save him.”

  Bannon looked at the wizard, aghast. “I think I remember now. I was staring right at it, but … I didn’t see, or I didn’t trust what I was seeing.”

  Nicci tried to understand what he was saying. “You felt the magic come back to you, but it did the opposite of what you intended?”

  “I don’t know if it was exactly the opposite … it was uncontrolled. A wild thing. My Han seemed almost vengeful, fighting against whatever I wanted. That poor man…” He looked up at her. “Consider, Sorceress—if I had unleashed that kind of magic in a fight against the Norukai, I might well have annihilated all of Renda Bay. I could have killed you and Bannon.”

  “Can you feel the gift inside you now?” Nicci asked.

  Nathan hesitated. “Maybe … I’m not certain. As I’m sure you understand, I’m afraid to try. How can I take the risk? I don’t even want to practice. What if I try to create a simple hand light—and instead I unleash a huge forest fire? Those village children who asked to see a little trick … I could have killed them all. Magic that I can’t control is worse than no magic at all.”

  Nicci said, “That depends upon the circumstances. If we are being pursued by an army of monster warriors, even an uncontrolled forest fire might prove useful.”

  As usual, Bannon tried to inspire them with his cheer. “Obviously, our best solution is to find Kol Adair as soon as we can. Then we will have our wizard back.”

  “Yes, my boy,” Nathan said. “A perfectly simple solution.” He set off down the road at a brisk pace.

  * * *

  Three days later, while passing through wooded hills with few signs of habitation, they came upon a wide imperial road that cut straight through the uneven terrain, then down into a broad valley. The road headed northward like a straight spear that Jagang had hurled toward the New World.

  From the crest of the hill they looked down at the abandoned thoroughfare, which had been carved by great armies, but not in recent years. The road looked weathered and overgrown.

  Nathan turned to Nicci. “When you were Death’s Mistress, did any of your expeditions come this far south?”

  She shook her head. “Jagang did not consider this wilderness to be worth the effort, although from his ancient maps, we knew there were once great cities and trading centers beyond the Phantom Coast.”

  “This road may have been a built by another emperor.” Nathan smiled. “The history of the Old World is full of them. Have you heard of Emperor Kurgan? The warlord they called Iron Fang?”

  They descended to the wide, empty road. Nicci raised an eyebrow. “I remember some of the history I learned in the Palace of the Prophets, but I’m not familiar with his name. Was this Iron Fang a ruler of any significance?”

  “I spent a thousand years reading history, dear Sorceress, and countless rulers have laid claim to historical significance, but Emperor Kurgan might well have been the most infamous ruler since the time of the wizard wars. At least according to his chroniclers. I’m surprised you didn’t know of him.”

  “Jagang preferred that I help him make history, not ruminate about it,” Nicci said. She had certainly made history when she killed Jagang herself, without fanfare, without spectacle, exactly as Richard had asked.

  “We have a long walk ahead of us, so plenty of time for the tale.” Nathan strolled ahead, following the great empty road, which took them in the general direction they wished to go. “Fifteen centuries ago, Emperor Kurgan conquered much of the Old World and the vast lands to the south.” He quirked a smile at Bannon as the young man walked on the weed-o
vergrown paving stones. “Not long ago at all, only five hundred years before I was born.”

  “Only five hundred years?” Bannon seemed unable to grasp that span of time.

  “Kurgan was brutal and ruthless, but he earned the name Iron Fang mostly because of his affectation. He had his left canine tooth replaced.” Nathan opened his mouth and tapped the corresponding tooth with a fingertip. “Replaced it with a long iron point. I have no doubt that it made him look fearsome, although I can’t imagine how it was possible for him to eat with the thing in his mouth.” He snorted. “And he had to replace it regularly, due to rust.”

  “Doesn’t sound very terrifying to me,” Nicci said.

  “Oh, he was fearsome and powerful enough. Iron Fang’s relentless armies overwhelmed land after land, conscripting all available young fighters, which increased his army … and thereby helped him conquer more lands and conscript more fighters. It was an unstoppable flood.

  “But, as I’m afraid dear Richard is now beginning to realize, conquering territory is one thing, while administering it is quite another. Kurgan’s downfall was that he actually believed the praise heaped upon him by the minstrels and criers, when as far as I can tell, Iron Fang’s true genius was his main military commander, General Utros.”

  “Even an emperor needs excellent military commanders to conquer and hold so many lands,” Nicci said.

  Nathan waxed poetic. “General Utros was the strategist who led Kurgan’s armies to victory after victory. Utros seized all the territory of the Old World in the name of Emperor Kurgan.” Walking along the easy path of the ancient imperial road, he kept glancing to the foothills in the east, in the supposed direction of Kol Adair. “And once Utros was gone, Iron Fang simply could not function without his general.”

  “What happened to Utros?” Bannon asked. “Was he defeated or killed?”