He fell silent again. She suspected he was considering weighty matters, and that was why he seemed to be brooding. As much as they might sometimes like to, they couldn't forget their responsibilities. Armies awaited orders. Officials and diplomats back in Aydindril impatiently awaited an audience with the Mother Confessor or the Lord Rahl.
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Kahlan knew that not all would be eager to join the cause of freedom. To some, tyranny had its appeal.
Emperor Jagang and his Imperial Order would not wait on them.
"Someday, Richard," she murmured as her finger stroked the dark stone on the delicate gold necklace at her throat.
Shota, the witch woman, had appeared unexpectedly at their wedding the night before and given Kahlan the necklace. Shota said it would prevent them from conceiving a child. The witch women had a talent for seeing the future, although what she saw often unfolded in unexpected ways. More than once Shota had warned them of the cataclysmic consequences of having a child and had vowed not to allow a male child of Kahlan and Richard's union to live.
In the struggle to find the Temple of the Winds, Kahlan had come to understand Shota a little better, and the two of them had reached an understanding of sorts. The necklace was a peace offering, an alternative to Shota trying to destroy their offspring. For now, a truce had been struck. "Do you think the Bird Man knew what he was saying?" Kahlan squinted up at the sky. "I guess so. It's starting to cloud up."
"I meant about the chicken."
Kahlan twisted around in his arms. "The chicken!" She frowned into his gray eyes. "Richard, he said it wasn't a chicken. What I think is that he's been celebrating a bit too much."
She could hardly believe that with all the things they had to worry about, he was puzzling over this.
He seemed to weigh her words, but remained silent. Deep shadows rolled over the waving grass as the sun fled behind the billowing edge of towering milky clouds with hearts of greenish slate gray. The bleak breeze smelled heavy and damp.
On the low rocks behind Richard, his golden cloak fluttered in the wind, catching her eye. His arm tightened around her. It was not a loving gesture. Something moved in the water.
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A quick twist of light.
Maybe a reflection off the scales of a fish. It was almost there, but wasn't-like something seen out of the corner of her eye. A direct look betrayed naught.
"What's the matter?" she asked as Richard pulled her farther back. "It was just a fish or something."
Richard rose up in one swift smooth movement, lifting her clear of the water. "Or something."
Water sluiced from her. Naked and exposed to the icy breeze, she shivered as she scanned the clear stream.
"Like what? What is it? What do you see?"
His eyes flicked back and forth, searching the water. "I don't know," He set her on the bank. "Maybe it was just a fish."
Kahlan's teeth chattered. "The fish in these streams aren't big enough to nibble a toe. Unless it's a snapping turtle, let me back in? I'm freezing."
To his chagrin, Richard admitted he didn't see anything. He put out a hand for support as she climbed back down into the water. "Maybe it was just the shadow moving across the water when the sun went behind the clouds."
Kahlan sank in up to her neck, moaning with relief as the sheltering warmth sheathed her. She peered about at the water as her tingling gooseflesh calmed. The water was clear, with no weeds. She could see the gravel bottom. There was no place for a snapping turtle to hide. Though he had said it was nothing, the way he was watching, the water belied his words.
"Do you think it was a fish? Or are you just trying to frighten me?" She didn't know if he had actually seen something that left him worried, or if he was simply being overly protective. "This isn't the comforting bath I envisioned. Tell me what's wrong if you really think you saw something."
A new thought jolted her. "It wasn't a snake, was it?"
He took a purging breath as he wiped back his wet hair. "I don't see anything. I'm sorry."
"You sure? Should we go?"
He smiled sheepishly. "I guess I just get jumpy when I'm
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swimming in strange places with naked women."
Kahlan poked at his ribs. "And do you often go bathing with naked women, Lord Rahl?"
She didn't really like his idea of a joke, but was just about to seek the shelter of his arms anyway when he shot to his feet.
Kahlan stood in a rush. "What is it? Is it a snake?"
Richard shoved her back into the pool. She coughed out water as he lunged at their things.
"Stay down!"
He snatched his knife from its sheath and crouched at the ready, peeking over the grass.
"It's Cara." He stood straight to get a better view.
Kahlan looked over the grass and saw a dab of red cutting a straight line across the brown and green landscape. The Mord-Sith was coming at a dead run, charging through the grass, splashing through shallow places in the streams.
Richard tossed Kahlan a small blanket as he watched Cara coming. Kahlan could see the Agiel in her fist.
The Agiel a Mord-Sith carried was a weapon of magic, and functioned only for her; it delivered inconceivable pain. If she wished it, its touch could even kill.
Because Mord-Sith carried the same Agiel used to torture them in their training, holding it caused profound pain- part of the paradox of being a giver of pain. The pain never showed on their faces.
Cara stumbled to a panting halt. "Did he come by here?"
Blood matted the left side of her blond hair and ran down the side of her face. Her knuckles were white around her Agiel. -
"Who?" Richard asked. "We've seen no one." Her expression twisted with scarlet rage. "Juni!" Richard caught her arm. "What's going on?". With the back of her other wrist, Cara swiped a bloody strand of hair away from her eyes as she scanned the vast grassland. "I don't know." She ground her teeth. "But I want him."
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Cara tore away from Richard's grasp and bolted, calling back, "Get dressed!"
Richard grabbed Kahlan's wrist and hauled her out of the water. She pulled on her pants and then scooped up some of her things as she dashed after Cara. Richard, still tugging up his trousers over his wet legs, reached out with a long arm and snagged the waist of her pants, dragging her to a halt.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, still trying to pull on his trousers with his other hand. "Stay behind me."
Kahlan yanked her pants from his fingers. "You don't have your sword. I'm the Mother Confessor. You can just stay behind me, Lord Rahl."
There was little danger to a Confessor from a single man. There was no defense against the power of a Confessor. Without his sword, Richard was more vulnerable than she.
Barring a lucky arrow or spear, nothing was going to keep a committed Confessor's power from taking someone once she was close enough. That commitment bound them in magic that couldn't be recalled or reversed.
It was as final as death. In a way, it was death.
A person touched by a Confessor's power was forever lost to himself. He was hers.
Unlike Richard, Kahlan knew how to use her magic. Having been named Mother Confessor was testament to her mastery of it.
Richard growled his displeasure as he snatched up his big belt with its pouches before chasing after her. He caught up and held her shirt out as they ran so she could stuff her arm in the sleeve. He was bare-chested. He hooked his belt. The only other thing he had was his knife.
They splashed through a shallow network of streams and raced through the grass, chasing the flashes of red leather. Kahlan stumbled going through a stream, but kept her feet. Richard's hand on her back steadied her. She knew it wasn't a good idea to run breakneck and barefoot across unfamiliar
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ground, but having seen blood on Cara's face kept her from slowing.
Cara was more than their protector. She was their friend.
They crossed s
everal ankle-deep rivulets, crashing through the grass between each. Too late to change course, she came upon a pool and jumped, scarcely making the far bank. Richard's hand once more steadied and reassured her with its touch.
As they plunged through grass and sprinted across open streams, Kahlan saw one of the hunters angling in from the left. It wasn't Juni.
At the same time as she realized Richard wasn't behind her, she heard him whistle. She slid to a stop on the slick grass, putting a hand to the ground to keep her balance. Richard, not far back, stood in a stream.
He put two fingers between his teeth and -whistled again, longer, louder, a piercing sound, rising in pitch, cutting across the silence of the plains. Kahlan saw Cara and the other hunter turn to the sound, and then hasten toward them.
Gulping air, trying to get her breath, Kahlan trotted back to Richard. He knelt down on one knee in the shallow water, resting a forearm over the other bent knee as he leaned toward the water.
Juni lay facedown in the stream. The water wasn't even deep enough to cover his head.
Kahlan dropped to her knees beside Richard, pushing her wet hair back out of her eyes and catching her breath as Richard dragged the wiry hunter over onto his back. She hadn't seen him there in the water. The covering of sticky mud and grass the hunters tied to themselves had done its intended job of hiding him. From her, anyway.
Juni looked small and frail as Richard lifted the man's shoulders to pull him from the icy water. There was no urgency in Richard's movements. He gently laid Juni on the grass beside the stream. Kahlan didn't see any cuts or blood. His limbs seemed to be in place. Though she couldn't be sure, his neck didn't look to be broken.
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Even in death, Juni had an odd, lingering look of lust in his glassy eyes.
Cara rushed up and lunged at the man, stopping short only when she saw those eyes staring up in death.
One of the hunters broke through the grass, breathing as hard as Cara. His fist gripped his bow. Fingers curled over an arrow shaft kept it in place and ready. In his other hand his thumb held a knife to his palm while his first two fingers kept the arrow nocked and tension on the string.
Juni had no weapons with him.
"What has happened to Juni?" the hunter demanded, his gaze sweeping the flat country for threat.
Kahlan shook her head. "He must have fallen and struck his head."
"And her?" he asked, tipping his head toward Cara.
"We don't know yet," Kahlan said as she watched Richard close Juni's eyes. "We only just found him."
"Looks like he's been here for a while," Cara said to Richard.
Kahlan tugged on red leather, and Cara slumped willingly to the bank, sitting back on her heels. Kahlan parted Cara's blond hair, inspecting the wound. It didn't look grievous.
"Cara, what happened? What's going on?"
"Are you hurt badly?" Richard asked atop Kahlan's words.
Cara lifted a dismissive hand toward Richard but didn't object when Kahlan scooped cold water in her hand and tried to pour it over the cut to the side of her temple. Richard wrapped his fingers around a fistful of grass and tore it off. He dunked it in the water and handed it to Kahlan.
"Use this."
Cara's face had turned from the rage of before to a chalky gray. "I'm all right."
Kahlan wasn't so sure. Cara looked unsteady. Kahlan patted the wet grass to the woman's forehead before wiping away at the blood. Cara sat passively.
"So what happened?" Kahlan asked.
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"I don't know," Cara said. "I was going to check on him, and here he comes right up a stream. Walking hunched over, like he was watching something. I called to him. I asked him where his weapons were while I made motions, like he had done back in the village, pretending to use a bow to show him what I meant."
Cara shook her head in disbelief. "He ignored me. He went back to watching the water. I thought he had left his post to catch a stupid fish, but I didn't see anything in the water.
"He suddenly charged ahead, as if his fish was trying to flee." Color rushed into Cara's face. "I was looking to the side, checking the area. He caught me off balance, and my feet slipped out from under me. My head hit a rock. I don't know how long it took before I regained my senses. I was wrong to trust him."
"No you weren't," Richard said. "We don't know what he was chasing."
By now, the rest of the hunters had appeared. Kahlan held up a hand, halting their tumbling questions. When they fell silent, she translated Cara's description of what had happened. They listened dumbfounded. This was one of Chandalen's men. Chandalen's men didn't leave their duty of protecting people to chase a fish.
"I'm sorry, Lord Rahl," Cara whispered. "I can't believe he caught me off guard like that. Over a stupid fish!"
Richard put a concerned hand on her shoulder. "I'm just glad you're all right, Cara. Maybe you'd better lie down. You don't look so good."
"My stomach just feels upside down, that's all. I'll be fine after I've rested for a minute. How did Juni die?"
"He was running and must have tripped and fallen," Kahlan said. "I almost did that myself. He must have hit his head, like you did, and blacked out. Unfortunately, he blacked out facedown in the water, and drowned."
Kahlan started to translate as much to the other hunters when Richard spoke. "I don't think so."
Kahlan paused. "It had to be."
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"Look at his knees. They're not skinned. Nor his elbows or the heels of his hands." Richard turned Juni's head. "No blood, no mark. If he fell and was knocked unconscious, then why doesn't he at least have a bump on his head? The only place his mud paint is scraped off is on his nose and chin, from his face resting on the gravel of the stream bottom."
"You mean you don't think he drowned?" Kahlan asked.
"I didn't say that. But I don't see any sign that he fell." Richard studied the body for a moment. "It looks like he drowned. That would be my guess, anyway. The question is, why?"
Kahlan shifted to the side, giving the hunters room to squat beside their fallen comrade, to touch him in compassion and sorrow.
The open plains suddenly seemed a very lonely place.
Cara pressed the wad of wet grass to the side of her head. "And even if he was disregarding his guard duty to chase a fish-hard to believe-why would he leave all his weapons? And how could he drown in inches of water, if he didn't fall and hit his head?"
The hunters wept silently as their hands caressed Juni's young face. Tenderly, Richard's hand joined theirs. "What I'd like to know is what he was chasing. What put that look in his eyes."
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CHAPTER 4
THUNDER RUMBLED IN FROM the grassland, echoing through the narrow passageways as Richard, Cara, and Kahlan left the building where Juni's body had been laid out to be prepared for burial.
The building was no different from the other buildings in the Mud People's village: thick walls of mud brick plastered over with clay, and a roof of grass thatch. Only the spirit house had a tile roof. All the windows in the village were glassless, some covered with heavy coarse cloth to keep out the weather.
With the buildings being all the same drab color, it wasn't hard to imagine the village as lifeless ruins. Tall herbs, raised as offerings for evil spirits, grew in three pots on a short wall but lent little life to the passageway frequented mostly by the amorphous wind.
As two chickens scattered out of their way, Kahlan gathered her hair in one hand to keep the gusts from whipping it against her face. People, some in tears, rushed past, going to see the fallen hunter. It somehow made Kahlan feel worse to have to leave Juni in a place smelling of sour, wet, rotting hay.
The three of them had waited until Nissel, the old healer,
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had shuffled in and inspected the body. She said she didn't think the neck was broken, nor did she see any other kind of injury from a fall. She had pronounced that Juni had drowned.
When Richard asked how that
could have happened, she seemed surprised by the question, apparently believing it to be obvious.
She had declared it a death caused by evil spirits.
The Mud People believed that in addition to the ancestors' spirits they called in a gathering, evil spirits also came from time to time to claim a life in recompense for a wrong. Death might be inflicted through sickness, an accident, or in some otherworldly manner. An uninjured man drowning in six inches of water seemed a self-evident otherworldly cause of death as far as Nissel was concerned. Chandalen and his hunters believed Nissel.
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