Wizard's First Rule

by Terry Goodkind

  Together they checked Zedd. There didn’t seem to be any sign of an injury, but he remained unconscious. Chase’s condition was unchanged, too.

  Kahlan stroked Zedd’s forehead. “It is not a good sign for a wizard’s eyes to be closed like this. I don’t know what to do for them.”

  Richard shook his head. “Neither do I. We can be glad they don’t have a fever. Maybe there’s a healer in Southaven. I’ll make litters the horses can pull. I think that would be better than having them ride again the way they did today.”

  Kahlan retrieved two more blankets to keep their friends warm; then she and Richard sat together by the candles, the water dripping around them. Glowing pairs of yellow eyes waited on the trail, in the blackness back through the trees. As the heart hounds paced, the eyes moved back and forth. Occasionally, Richard and Kahlan heard yelps of frustration. The two of them watched their hunters off across the dark water.

  Kahlan stared at the glowing eyes. “I wonder why they didn’t follow us.”

  Richard glanced sideways at her. “I think they’re afraid of the snakes.”

  Kahlan jumped to her feet, quickly scanning around, her head pushing against the tarp. “Snakes, what snakes? I don’t like snakes,” she said in a rush.

  He looked up. “Some kind of big water snakes. They swam off when I put the sword in the water. I don’t think we have to worry; they didn’t come up on the dry ground when we did. I think it’s safe.”

  She looked around cautiously as she pulled her cloak tight and then sat down, closer to him this time. “You could have warned me about them,” she said with a frown.

  “I didn’t know myself until I saw them, and the hounds were right behind us. I didn’t think we had much choice in the matter, and I didn’t want to scare you.”

  She didn’t say anything more. Richard got out a sausage and a loaf of hard bread, their last one. He tore the bread in half and cut pieces off the sausage, handing her a few. They each held a tin cup under the rainwater that dripped off the tarp. They ate in silence, watching all around for any sign of threat, listening to the rhythm of the rain.

  “Richard,” she asked at last, “did you see my sister, in the boundary?”

  “No. Whatever it was that had you didn’t look like a person to me, and I would bet that the thing I struck down at first didn’t look like my father to you.” She shook her head that it didn’t. “I think,” he said, “they just appear in a form meant to re-create a person you want to see, to beguile you.”

  “I think you’re right,” she sighed, taking a bite of sausage. When she finished chewing, she added, “I’m glad. I would hate to think we had to hurt them.”

  He nodded his agreement and looked over. Her hair was wet, and some of it was stuck to the side of her face. “There’s something else, though, that I think is odd. When that thing from the boundary, whatever it was, struck out at Chase, it was fast and it hit him square the first time, and before we could do anything it grabbed you with no trouble. Same with Zedd, it got him the first time. But when I went back for them, it tried for me and missed, then it didn’t even try again.”

  “I noticed that when it happened,” she said. “It missed you by a good distance. It was as if it didn’t know where you were. It knew right where the three of us were, but it couldn’t seem to find you.”

  Richard thought a moment. “Maybe it was the sword.”

  Kahlan shrugged. “Whatever it was, I am happy for it.”

  He wasn’t at all sure it was the sword. The snakes had been afraid of the sword, and swam away from it. The thing in the boundary had shown no fear; it seemed as if it simply couldn’t find him. There was one other thing that he wondered at. When he had struck down the thing in the boundary that looked like his father, he had felt no pain. Zedd had told him there would be a price to pay for killing with the sword, and that he would feel the pain of what he had done. Maybe there was no pain because the thing was already dead. Maybe it was all in his head, none of it was real. That couldn’t be; it was real enough to strike down his friends. His self-assurance that it wasn’t his father he had cut down began to waver.

  They ate the rest of the meal in silence while he thought about what he could do for Zedd and Chase, which was nothing. Zedd had medicines along, but only Zedd knew how to use them. Maybe it was magic from the boundary that had struck them down. Zedd had magic along, too, but he was also the only one who knew how to use that.

  Richard took out an apple and cut it into wedges, removed the seeds, and gave half to Kahlan. She moved closer and leaned her head on his arm as she ate it.

  “Tired?” he asked.

  She nodded, then smiled. “And I am sore in places I cannot mention.” She ate another wedge of apple. “Do you know anything about Southaven?”

  “I’ve heard other guides mention it when they’ve passed through Hartland. From what they say, it’s a place of thieves and misfits.”

  “It doesn’t sound like the kind of place that would have a healer.” Richard didn’t answer. “What will we do, then?”

  “I don’t know, but they’ll get better, they’ll be all right.”

  “And if not?” she pressed.

  He took the apple away from his mouth, and looked at her. “Kahlan, what are you trying to say?”

  “I am saying that we have to be prepared to leave them. To go on.”

  “We can’t,” he answered firmly. “We need them both. Remember when Zedd gave me the sword? He said he wanted me to get us across the boundary. He said he had a plan. He hasn’t told me what that plan is.” He looked out over the water at the hounds. “We need them,” he repeated.

  She picked at the skin of the apple wedge. “What if they were to die tonight? Then what would we do? We would have to go on.”

  Richard knew she was looking up at him, but he didn’t look back. He understood her need to stop Rahl. He felt the same hunger, and would let nothing stop them, even if it meant leaving his friends, but it hadn’t reached that point yet. He knew she was only trying to reassure herself that he had the necessary conviction, the required determination. She had given up much to her mission, lost much to Rahl, as he had. She wanted to know he had the ability to go on, at any cost, to lead.

  The candles lit her face softly, a small glow in the darkness. Reflections of the flames danced in her eyes. He knew she didn’t like saying these things to him.

  “Kahlan, I’m the Seeker, I understand the weight of that responsibility. I will do anything required to stop Darken Rahl. Anything. You can place your faith in that. I will not, however, spend the lives of my friends easily. For now we have enough to worry about. Let’s not invent new things.”

  Rain dripped into the water from trees, sending hollow echoes through the darkness. She put her hand on his arm, as if to say she was sorry. He knew she had nothing to be sorry for; she was only trying to face the truth, one possible truth, anyway. He wanted to reassure her.

  “If they don’t get better,” he said, holding her eyes with his, “and if there is a safe place to leave them, with someone we can trust, then we will do so and go on.”

  She nodded. “That is all I meant.”

  “I know.” He finished his apple. “Why don’t you get some sleep. I’ll keep watch.”

  “I couldn’t sleep,” she said, indicating the heart hounds with a nod of her head, “not with them watching us like that. Or with snakes all around.”

  Richard smiled at her. “All right, then, how about if you help me build the litters for the horses to pull? That way we can get out of here in the morning as soon as the hounds are gone.”

  She returned the smile and got up. Richard retrieved a wicked-looking war axe from Chase and found it worked as well on wood as on flesh and bone. He wasn’t at all sure Chase would approve of putting one of his prize weapons to use in this fashion; in fact, he knew he wouldn’t. He smiled to himself. He couldn’t wait to tell him. In his mind he could picture his big friend’s disapproving frown. Of course, C
hase would have to embellish the story with every telling. To Chase, a story without embellishment was like meat without gravy; just plain dry.

  His friends had to get better, he told himself. They just had to. He couldn’t bear it if they died.

  It was several hours before they were finished. Kahlan stayed close to him, as she was afraid of the snakes, and the heart hounds watched them the whole time. For a while Richard had thought to use Chase’s crossbow to try to get some of the hounds, but finally decided against it: Chase would be angry at him for squandering valuable bolts to no purpose. The hounds couldn’t get them, and would be gone with the light.

  When they were finished, they checked the other two, then sat down together again by the candles. He knew Kahlan was tired—he could hardly keep his own eyes open—but she still didn’t want to lie down to sleep, so he had her lean against him. In no time her breathing slowed and she was asleep. It was a fitful sleep; he could tell she was having bad dreams. When she started whimpering and jerking, he woke her. She was breathing rapidly, and almost in tears.

  “Nightmares?” he asked, stroking her hair reassuringly with the backs of his fingers.

  Kahlan nodded against him. “I was dreaming about the thing from the boundary that was around my legs. I dreamt it was a big snake.”

  Richard put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her tight against him. She didn’t object, but pulled her knees up and put her arms around them as she nuzzled against him. He worried that she could hear his heart pounding. If she did, she didn’t say anything and was soon fast asleep again. He listened to her breathing, to the frogs, and to the rain. She slept peacefully. He closed his fingers around the tooth under his shirt. He watched the heart hounds. They watched back.

  She woke sometime near morning when it was still dark. Richard was so tired he had a headache. Kahlan insisted he lie down and sleep while she kept watch. He didn’t want to; he wanted to continue holding her, but was too sleepy to argue.

  When she gently shook him awake it was morning. Weak, gray light filtered through the dark green of the swamp and through heavy mist that made the world seem small and close. The water around them looked as if it had been steeped with decayed vegetation, a brew that rippled occasionally with unseen life beneath the surface. Unblinking black eyes pushed up through the duck weed, watching them.

  “The heart hounds are gone,” she said. She looked drier than she had last night.

  “How long?” he asked, rubbing the cramps out of his arms.

  “Twenty, maybe thirty minutes. When it got light they suddenly went off in a rush.”

  Kahlan gave him a tin cup of hot tea. Richard gave her a questioning look.

  She smiled. “I held it over the candle until it was hot.”

  He was surprised at her inventiveness. She gave him a piece of dried fruit and ate some herself. He noticed the war axe leaning against her leg, and thought to himself that she knew how to stand watch.

  It was still raining gently. Strange birds called out sharply in rapid, ragged shrieks from across the swamp, while others answered in the distance. Bugs hovered inches above the water, and occasionally there was an unseen splash.

  “Any change in Zedd or Chase?” he asked.

  She seemed reluctant to answer. “Zedd’s breathing is slower.”

  Richard quickly went and checked. Zedd seemed hardly alive. His face had a sunken, ashen look. He put an ear to the old man’s chest and found his heart to be beating normally, but he was breathing slower, and he felt cold and clammy.

  “I think we must be safe from the hounds now. We had better get going, and see if we can find them some help,” he said.

  Richard knew she was afraid of the snakes—he was, too, and told her so—but she didn’t let it interfere with what they had to do. She put her trust in what he said, that the snakes wouldn’t come near the sword, and crossed the water without hesitation when he told her to go. They had to traverse the water twice, once with Zedd and Chase, and a second time to retrieve the parts for the litters, as they could only be used on dry land.

  They hooked up the poles to the horses, but couldn’t use them yet as the tangle of roots on the swamp trail would cause too jolting a ride. They would have to wait until they were on a better road, once they were clear of the swamp.

  It was midmorning before they reached the better road. They stopped long enough to lay their two fallen friends in the litters and cover them with blankets and oilcloth. Richard was pleased to discover that the pole arrangement worked well; it didn’t slow them at all, and the mud helped them slide along nicely. He and Kahlan ate lunch on their horses, passing food back and forth as they rode next to each other. They stopped only to check on Zedd and Chase, and continued on through the rain.

  Before night came they reached Southaven. The town was little more than a collection of ramshackle buildings and houses fit crookedly in among the oaks and beech, almost as if to turn themselves away from the road, from queries, from righteous eyes. None looked ever to have seen paint. Some had tin patches that drummed in the steady rain. Set in the center of the huddle was a supply store, and next to it a two-story building. A clumsily carved sign proclaimed it to be an inn, but offered no name. Yellow lamplight coming from windows downstairs was the only color standing out from the grayness of the day and the building. Heaps of garbage leaned drunkenly against the side of the building, and the house next door tilted in sympathy with the rubbish pile.

  “Stay close to me,” Richard said as they dismounted. “The men here are dangerous.”

  Kahlan smiled oddly with one side of her mouth. “I’m used to their kind.”

  Richard wondered what that meant, but didn’t ask.

  Talking trailed off when they went through the door, and all faces turned. The place was about what Richard expected. Oil lamps lit a room filled with a fog of pungent pipe smoke. Tables, all arranged in a haphazard fashion, were rough, some no more than planks on barrels. There were no chairs, only benches. To the left a door stood closed, probably leading to the kitchen. To the right, in the shadows, leading up to the guest rooms, was a stairway minus a handrail. The floor, with a series of paths through the litter, was mottled with dark stains and spills.

  The men were a rough collection of trappers and travelers and trouble. Many had unkempt beards. Most were big. The place smelled of ale and smoke and sweat.

  Kahlan stood tall and proud next to him; she was a person not easily intimidated. Richard reasoned that perhaps she should be. She stuck out among the riffraff like a gold ring on a beggar. Her bearing made the room even more of an embarrassment.

  When she pushed back the hood of her cloak, grins broke out all around, revealing a collection of crooked and missing teeth. The hungry looks in the men’s eyes didn’t fit the smiles. Richard wished Chase were awake.

  With a sinking feeling, he realized there was going to be trouble.

  A stout man walked over and halted. He wore a shirt with no sleeves and an apron that looked like it could never have been white. The top of his shiny, shaved head reflected the lamplight, and the curly black hair on his thick arms seemed in competition with his beard. He wiped his hands on a filthy rag before flopping it over a shoulder.

  “Something I can do for you?” the man asked in a dry voice. His tongue rolled a toothpick across his mouth as he waited.

  With his own tone and eyes Richard let the man know he would brook no trouble. “There a healer in this town?”

  The proprietor shifted his glance to Kahlan and then back to Richard. “No.”

  Richard noted the way, unlike the other men, the man kept his eyes where they belonged when he looked at Kahlan. It told him something important. “Then we would like a room.” He lowered his voice. “We have two friends outside who are hurt.”

  Taking the toothpick out of his mouth, the man folded his arms. “I don’t need any trouble.”

  “Nor do I,” Richard said with deliberate menace.

  The bald man looked
Richard up and down, his eyes snagging for an instant on the sword. With his arms still folded, he appraised Richard’s eyes. “How many rooms you want? I’m pretty full.”

  “One will do fine.”

  In the center of the room a big man stood. From a mass of long stringy red hair he looked out with mean eyes that were set too close together. The front of his thick beard was wet with ale. He wore a wolf hide over one shoulder. His hand rested on the handle of a long knife.

  “Expensive-looking whore you got there, boy,” the red-haired man said. “I don’t suppose you’d mind if we came up to your room and passed her around some?”

  Richard locked his glare on the man. He knew this was a challenge that would only be ended with blood. His eyes didn’t move. His hand did—slowly—toward the sword. His rage pounded, fully awake even before his fingers reached the hilt.

  This was the day he was going to have to kill other men.

  A lot of other men.

  Richard’s grip tightened around the braided wire hilt until his knuckles were white. Kahlan gave a steady pull on the sleeve of his sword arm. She spoke his name in a low tone, raising the inflection at the end, the way his mother did when she was warning him to stay out of something. He stole a glance at her. She gave a luscious smile to the red-haired man.

  “You men have it all wrong,” she said in a throaty voice. “You see, this is my day off. I’m the one who hired him for the night.” She smacked Richard on the rear. Hard. It surprised him so much he froze. She licked her top lip as she looked at the red-haired man. “But if he doesn’t give me my money’s worth, well, you will be the first I call to fill the breach.” She smiled lasciviously.

  There was a thick moment of silence. Richard resisted mightily his need to pull the sword free. He held his breath as he waited to see which way it was going to go. Kahlan continued to smile at the men in a way that only made his anger deepen.

  Life and death measured each other in the red-haired man’s eyes. No one moved. Then a grin split his face and he roared with laughter. Everyone else hooted and hollered and laughed. The man sat down and the men started talking again, ignoring Richard and Kahlan. Richard breathed out in a sigh. The proprietor eased the two of them back a ways. He gave Kahlan a smile of respect.