Wizard's First Rule

by Terry Goodkind

  Zedd leaned around her. “The Mother Confessor, here to see the prisoners,” he growled. “Open the door.”

  Richard could hear the echo of a key turning in the lock. A squat man in a filthy uniform pulled the door inward. An axe hung from his belt next to the keys. He bowed to Kahlan, but looked to be annoyed by it. Without a word, he led them through the little room just inside the door, where he had been sitting at a table, eating, and down another dark hall to another iron door. He pounded on it with his fist. The two guards inside bowed in surprise. The three guards took torches from iron stanchions and led them down a short hall and through a third iron door that they all had to duck through.

  Flickering torchlight pierced the darkness. Behind crosshatched, flat iron bars to each side, men pushed themselves back into the corners, shielding their eyes with their hands from the sudden light. Kahlan spoke Zedd’s name quietly, indicating that she wanted something. He seemed to understand, and took a torch from one of the guards and held it up in front of Kahlan so all the men in the cells could see her.

  There were gasps from the darkness when they recognized who she was.

  Kahlan addressed one of the guards. “How many of these men are sentenced to die?”

  He stroked his round, unshaven jaw. “Why, all of them.”

  “All of them,” she repeated.

  He nodded. “Crimes against the Crown.”

  She pulled her gaze away from him after a moment, turning to the prisoners. “Have all you men committed capital offenses?”

  After a moment of silence, a hollow-faced man came and gripped the bars. He spat at her. Kahlan swept her hand back to stop Richard before he had a chance to move.

  “Come to do the Queen’s dirty work, Confessor? I spit on you and your filthy queen.”

  “I do not come here on behalf of the Queen. I come here on behalf of the truth.”

  “The truth! The truth is none of us has done a thing! Except maybe speaking up against the new laws. And since when is speaking up against your family starving, or freezing to death, a capital crime? The Queen’s tax collectors came and took most of my crops, they barely left enough to feed my family. When I sold the precious little I could spare, they said I was overcharging people. The prices of everything are going wild. I’m doing nothing more than trying to survive. Yet I am to be beheaded for price gouging. These men in here with me are all innocent farmers, or tradesmen, or merchants. We are all to die for trying to earn a living from our work.”

  Kahlan looked to the men in the corner. “Do any of you wish to make a confession to prove your innocence?”

  There were hushed whispers. A gaunt man in the darkness stood, came forward. His frightened eyes looked out at them from the gloom. “I do. I have done nothing, yet I am to be beheaded, my wife and children left to fend for themselves. I will give a confession.” He pushed his arm through the bars, reaching for her. “Please, Mother Confessor, take my confession.”

  More men stood, coming forward, all asking to give a confession. Soon, they were all at the bars, begging to give a confession. Kahlan and Zedd exchanged a grim look.

  “In my whole life I have seen only three men ask to give a confession,” she whispered to the wizard.

  “Kahlan?” The familiar voice came from the cell on the other side, from the darkness.

  Kahlan gripped the bars with spread fingers. “Siddin? Siddin!” She spun to the guards. “These men have all given the Mother Confessor their confessions, I find them to all be innocent. Open the bars!”

  “Now, hold on. I can’t be letting all these men out.”

  Richard drew the sword in an arc as he spun. The sword crashed a swath through the iron bars, and shards of hot steel and sparks filled the air. He spun around and kicked the iron door shut behind the startled guards. He had the sword at their faces before a single one of them managed to clear an axe from his belt.

  “Open the bars or I will slice you in half and take the keys from your belt that way!”

  The shaking guard with the keys jumped to do as he was told. The door swung open and Kahlan rushed in, going back into the darkness. She came back holding a frightened Siddin in her arms, holding his head against her shoulder. She whispered in his ear, calming him. Siddin jabbered back in the Mud People language. She smiled and told him things he smiled back at. As she came out, the guard was opening the other cell door. She held Siddin in one arm, and with her free hand she grabbed the guard’s shirt collar.

  “The Mother Confessor finds all these men innocent.” Her voice was as hard as the iron around her. “They are to be released upon my order. You three are to escort them to safety, outside the city.” He was a head shorter than she; she pulled his face closer to hers. “If you fail in any way, you will answer to me.”

  He nodded vigorously. “Yes, Mother Confessor. I understand. It will be done as you say. On my word.”

  “On your life,” she corrected.

  She released him. The prisoners poured out of the cells, falling to their knees around her, crying, taking the hem of her dress in their hands, kissing it. She shooed them away.

  “Enough of that. Be on your way, all of you. Just remember. Confessors serve no one. They serve only the truth.”

  They all swore they would remember, and followed the guards out. Richard saw that many of their shirts were shredded, or streaked with dried blood, their backs covered with welts.

  Before they entered the room where the Queen waited, Kahlan stopped and put Siddin into Zedd’s arms. With her hands she smoothed his hair, then her dress, and with a deep breath, her face.

  “Just keep in mind what we are here for. Mother Confessor,” the wizard said.

  She gave him a nod, put her chin up, and strode into the room with the Queen. Queen Milena waited where they had left her, her entourage still with her. The Queen’s impatient scowl caught on Siddin.

  “I trust you have found everything in order. Mother Confessor?”

  Kahlan’s face stayed calm, but her voice had a cold edge to it. “Why is this child in your dungeon?”

  The Queen’s hands spread wide. “Well, I’m not sure. I believe I remember he was found stealing, and was put there until his parents could be found, that’s all. I can assure you, it was nothing more than that.”

  Kahlan regarded her coolly. “I have found all the prisoners innocent, and ordered them released. I trust you are pleased to find I have saved you from executing innocent men, and will see to it that their families are compensated for the trouble this ‘error’ has caused. If an ‘error’ such as this is repeated, the next time I return I will not only empty the prison, I will also empty the throne.”

  Richard knew he wasn’t seeing Kahlan putting on a show to get the box; he was seeing her doing her job. This was why the wizards created the Confessors. This was who she was: the Mother Confessor.

  The Queen’s eyes opened wide. “Why… yes. Of course. I have some overly ambitious army commanders, and they must have done this. I had no knowledge of it. Thank you… for saving us from making a grave mistake. I will personally see to it that it is taken care of, just as you wish. Which, of course, is no less than I would have done myself had I…”

  Kahlan cut her off. “We will be leaving now.”

  The Queen’s face brightened. “Leaving? Oh, what a shame. We were all so looking forward to the honor of your presence at dinner. I’m so sorry you must go.”

  “I have other pressing business. Before I go, I wish to speak with my wizard.”

  “Your wizard?”

  “Giller,” she hissed.

  For the briefest of moments, the Queen’s eyes flicked toward the ceiling. “Well… that would not be… possible.”

  Kahlan leaned closer to her. “Make it possible. Right now.”

  The color drained from the Queen’s face. “Please believe me, Mother Confessor, you wouldn’t want to see Giller in his present condition.”

  “Right now,” Kahlan repeated.

  Richard loo
sened the sword in its scabbard just enough to catch her attention.

  “Very well. He is… upstairs.”

  “You will wait here until I am finished with him.”

  The Queen looked at the floor. “Of course, Mother Confessor.” She turned to one of the men in the pantaloons. “Show her the way.”

  The man led them up the grand stairway to the top floor, and down several halls, then up a spiral stone stairway to the top room in a tower, finally stopping with a weak look at a heavy wooden door on the landing. Kahlan dismissed him. He bowed, glad to leave. Richard opened the door, they entered, and he closed it behind them.

  Kahlan gasped and hid her face against Richard’s shoulder. Zedd pressed Siddin’s face to his robes.

  The room was destroyed. Completely. The roof was gone, as if it had been blasted away, letting in the sunlight and sky. Only a few of the exposed beams remained. A rope hung from one of the beams.

  Giller’s naked body swung slightly as it hung, upside down, from the end of the rope, a meat hook driven through the bone of his ankle. Were it not for the open roof, the stench would have driven them from the room.

  Zedd handed Siddin to Kahlan and, ignoring the body, began walking slowly around the circular room, a thoughtful frown on his face. He stopped and touched splinters of furniture that had been driven into the walls, as if the stone were made of butter.

  Richard stood, transfixed, staring at Giller’s body.

  “Richard, come look at this,” Zedd called to him.

  The wizard reached out and ran a finger through a gritty black area on the wall. There were two black areas, in fact. They stood next to each other. Two blackened spots, in the shapes of men standing at attention, as if the men had gone and left their shadows behind. Just above each elbow, instead of the black, was a band of gold-colored metal melted into the stone of the wall.

  Zedd turned, raising an eyebrow to him. “Wizard’s fire.”

  Richard was incredulous. “You mean these were men?”

  Zedd nodded. “Burned them right into the wall.” He tasted the black smudge on the end of his finger. He smiled to himself. “But this was more than just wizard’s fire.” Richard frowned. Zedd pointed at the black on the wall. “Taste it.”

  “Why?”

  Zedd rapped Richard’s head with his knuckles. “To learn something.”

  With a grimace, Richard ran his finger through the black grit, as Zedd had done. “It tastes sweet!”

  Zedd smiled in satisfaction. “This is more than simple wizard’s fire. Giller gave his life energy to it. He gave his life into the fire. This was a Wizard’s Life Fire.”

  “He died, making this wizard’s fire?”

  “Yes. And it tastes sweet. That means he gave his life to save another. If he had done it only for himself, for instance to spare himself the torture, it would taste bitter. Giller has done this for another.”

  Zedd went and stood in front of Giller’s body, swishing the flies away, twisting his own head around, trying to turn it upside down for a look. With a finger, he pushed a knotted cord of gut out of the way, so he could see Giller’s face. He straightened.

  “He has left a message.”

  “A message?” Kahlan asked. “What message?”

  “There is a smile on his face. A smile, frozen in death, meant to tell anyone who knows of such things that he did not give up what was wanted.” Richard stepped closer as Zedd pointed to the opening cut across the abdomen. “See here, the way this cut goes? This is done by one who practices the magic called anthropomancy, the divining of answers by the inspection of living entrails. Darken Rahl makes his cut very similar to the way his father did.”

  Richard remembered his own father, and how Rahl had done this very thing to him.

  “You are sure it was Darken Rahl?” Kahlan asked.

  Zedd shrugged. “Who else? Darken Rahl is the only one who would have been unharmed by a Wizard’s Life Fire. Besides, this cut is his signature. Look here. See the end of the opening? See the way it starts to turn?”

  Kahlan turned her face away. “What of it?”

  “That’s the hook. At least it should be. It should turn back in a hooked cut. While incantations are spoken, the hook is cut, binding the questioned to the questioner. The hook forces them to give up the answer to the question asked. But see here? The hook is begun, but it is not finished.” Zedd gave a sad grin. “That is when Giller gave his life to the fire. He waited until Rahl was almost done, then, at the last instant, denied him what he sought. Probably the name of who has the box. Without life in them, his entrails could tell Rahl nothing.”

  “I never thought Giller capable of such a selfless act,” Kahlan whispered.

  “Zedd,” Richard asked fearfully, “how could Giller have done it, taken the pain of having this done to him, and manage to leave a smile on his face?”

  Zedd gave him a hard look that ran a chill up Richard’s spine. “Wizards must know about pain. They must know it very well, indeed. It is to spare you that lesson that I would happily accept your choice not to be a wizard. It is a lesson few survive.”

  Richard wondered at the mysterious, secret things Zedd must know, but had never shared with him.

  Tenderly, Zedd cupped a hand to the side of Giller’s face. “You have done well, my student. Honor in the end.”

  “I bet Darken Rahl was livid,” Richard said. “Zedd, I think we had better get out of here. This looks a little too much like bait on a hook to me.”

  Zedd nodded. “Wherever the box is, it is not here. At least Rahl does not have it—yet.” He put his hands out. “Give me the boy. We need to leave as we came in. We don’t want to tell them why we were really here.”

  Zedd whispered something in Siddin’s ear, and the boy giggled, hugging the wizard’s neck.

  Queen Milena was still white, fumbling with the corner of her cape, as Kahlan strode purposefully but calmly up to her.

  “Thank you for your hospitality,” Kahlan said. “We will be leaving now.”

  The Queen bowed her head. “Always a pleasure to see the Mother Confessor.” Her curiosity overcame her fear. “What of… Giller?”

  Kahlan appraised her coolly. “I regret you have beaten me to him. I only wish I had had the pleasure of doing it myself, or at least witnessed it being done. But, the results are all that matter. Disagreement, was it?”

  The color returned to the Queen’s face. “He stole something that belonged to me.”

  “I see. Well, I hope you got it back. Good day.” She started to move, then stopped. “And Queen Milena, I will be back to check, and make sure you have brought your overly ambitious commanders back in line, and that they are not mistakenly executing innocent people.”

  Richard and Zedd, holding Siddin, fell in behind Kahlan as she turned and left.

  Richard’s thoughts swirled desperately through his head as he walked woodenly next to Zedd, following Kahlan through all the bowing people and out of the city. What were they going to do now? Shota had warned him that the Queen wouldn’t have the box for long. She had been right. Where could it be now? He certainly couldn’t go back and ask Shota where it was. Who could Giller have given the box to? How were they going to find it? He felt desperately depressed. He felt like giving up. He could tell by the slump in Kahlan’s shoulders that she felt the same way. Neither of them spoke. The only one talking was Siddin, and Richard couldn’t understand him.

  “What’s he saying?” he asked Zedd.

  “He says he has been being brave, just as Kahlan had told him, but he is glad that Richard With The Temper has come to take him home.”

  “I guess I know how he feels. Zedd, what are we going to do now?”

  Zedd gave him a puzzled look. “How should I know? You’re the Seeker.”

  Great. He had just done his best, and they still didn’t have the box, but he was expected, somehow, to find it. He felt as if he had run square into a wall he hadn’t known was there. They kept walking, but he didn’t kno
w where to go next.

  The setting sun was golden among golden clouds. Richard thought he could see something ahead in the distance. He moved up and walked next to Kahlan. She was watching it, too. All the people had disappeared from the road for the night.

  It wasn’t long before he knew what it was. It was four horses galloping toward them. Only one had a rider.

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  Richard touched the hilt of the sword for reassurance as he watched the four horses raising a cloud of dust that turned golden in the setting sun. Soon the sound of thundering hooves reached him. The lone rider bent over his mount, urging him on. Richard lifted the sword a little in its scabbard, checking that it was clear, then let it drop back. As the darkly clad rider approached, Richard realized he looked familiar.

  “Chase!”

  The boundary warden brought the horses to a skidding halt in front of them. He looked down as the dust drifted away. “You all look to be well.”

  “Chase, is it ever good to see you!” Richard grinned. “How did you find us?”

  He looked insulted. “I’m a boundary warden.” He thought that was explanation enough. “Find what you were after?”

  “No,” Richard admitted with a sigh. He saw little arms clutching at Chase’s sides. A little face peeked around the black cloak. “Rachel? Is that you?”

  Her face came farther out, a grin spreading on it. “Richard! I’m so happy to see you again. Isn’t Chase wonderful? He fought a gar and saved me from being eaten.”

  “Didn’t fight him,” Chase grumbled. “Just put a bolt through his head, that’s all.”

  “But you would have. You’re the bravest man I ever saw.”

  With a pained frown, Chase rolled his eyes. “Isn’t she just about the ugliest child you have ever seen?” He leaned around and looked at her. “I can’t believe a gar would even want to eat you.”

  Rachel giggled and hugged her arms to his sides. “Look, Richard.” She put a foot out toward him, showing off a shoe. “Chase brought down a buck. He said it was a mistake, because it was too big, so he traded it to a man, but all the man had to trade were these shoes, and this cloak. Aren’t they wonderful? And Chase says I can keep them.”