Chainfire: Chainfire Trilogy Part 1 tsot-9

by Terry Goodkind

  But even more than that, this was not the Richard she knew and loved. Even if she could never have him, she still wouldn’t allow him to sink to the terribly dark place he was in. If she could give him a needed push back up toward life, and that was all she could ever do for him, then she would.

  Even if she had to play the role of antagonist to get him out of his downward spiral, and she could be no more than that to him, then she would.

  She laid a hand on the stone merlon, making herself impossible to avoid, and took an even more confrontational tone.

  “Aren’t you going to fight for what you believe in?”

  “They can fight if they want.” His voice didn’t sound despondent; it sounded dead.

  “That’s not what I mean.” Nicci grasped his arm and gently but firmly pulled him around, turning him from the drop-off, forcing him to face her. “Aren’t you going to fight for yourself?”

  He met her gaze but didn’t answer.

  “This is because Zedd told you that he was disappointed in you.”

  “I think the grave I dug up might have had a bit to do with it.”

  “You may think so but I don’t. Why should it? You have been devastated and sent reeling by things before. I captured you and took you away to the Old World, and what did you do? You stood up for yourself and acted like yourself and on your beliefs, within the limits of what I would allow you to do. By being who you are you exerted your love of life and that changed my life. You showed me the truth of the joy of life and all it means.

  “This time you woke up from nearly dying to me and Cara and everyone else not believing in your memory of Kahlan, but that never stopped you. You kept arguing your convictions despite everything we said.”

  “What was in that coffin is different, and I’d say a little more than a simple argument when someone doesn’t believe you.”

  “Is it? I don’t think so. It was a skeleton. So what?”

  “So what?” Annoyance crept into his features. “Are you out of your mind? What do you mean, so what?”

  “Far be it from me to argue your case when I don’t believe in it, but I don’t seek to win you to what I believe is the truth by default. I would want to win you over with the true facts, not with this flimsy evidence.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well, was it Kahlan’s face you saw to prove to you that it really was her? No, it couldn’t be—there was no face left. Just a skull—no face, no eyes, no features. The skeleton was wearing the dress of the Mother Confessor. So what? I was in the Confessors’ Palace and there were other dresses there like that.

  “So was a name stitched on a gold ribbon enough to prove it to you? Enough to bring you to an end of your search, your beliefs? After all the things that Cara and I have said to you, have argued to you, have reasoned to you, you all of a sudden feel that this flimsy evidence proves you delusional? A skeleton in a coffin holding a ribbon with her name stitched on it is enough to suddenly convince you that you dreamed her up, just as we’ve been telling you all along and you’ve refused to believe? Don’t you think that the ribbon is just a little too convenient?”

  Richard frowned at her. “What are you getting at?”

  “I don’t believe that’s what is really going on with you. I think you’re wrong about your memories but I don’t believe that the Richard I know could be convinced by the dubious evidence in that grave. This isn’t even because Zedd doesn’t believe your memories any more than Cara and I do.”

  “Then what’s it about?”

  “This is all because you believed a corpse in a coffin was her because you were afraid it was true after your grandfather said that he was disappointed in you and that you let him down.”

  Richard started to turn away, but Nicci seized his shirt and pulled him back, forcing him to face her.

  “That’s what I think this is about,” she said with fierce resolve. “You’re sulking because your grandfather said you were wrong, said that you disappointed him.”

  “Maybe because I did.”

  “So what?”

  Richard’s face screwed up in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘so what’?”

  “I mean, so what if he’s disappointed in you. So what if he thinks you did a stupid thing. You’re your own man. You did what you reasoned you had to do. You acted because you thought you had to act and do the things you did.”

  “But I . . .”

  “You what? You disappointed him? You made him angry at what you decided to do? He thought more of you and you let him down? You came up short in his eyes?”

  Richard swallowed, not wanting to admit it aloud.

  Nicci lifted his chin and made him look into her eyes.

  “Richard, you have no responsibility to live up to anyone else’s expectations.”

  He blinked at her, looking speechless.

  “It’s your life,” she insisted. “You’re the one who taught me that. You did what you thought you must. Did you turn down Shota’s offer because Cara disagreed with you? No. Would you have turned down Shota’s offer if you knew I thought you were wrong to give her your sword? Or would you have turned her down if both of us told you that you’d be a fool to accept? No, I don’t think so.

  “And why not? Because you were doing what you thought you must do and as much as you would hope we would agree with you, in the end it didn’t matter what we thought. Your conviction was what you had to act upon. You didn’t quail at the decision, you acted. You did what you felt you had to do. You were making the decision based on what you believed, for reasons only you can truly know, and that it was the right thing to do. Isn’t that correct?”

  “Well—yes.”

  “Then what difference should it make if your grandfather thinks you’re wrong. Was he there? Does he know everything you knew at the time? It would be nice if he believed in what you did, if he supported you and said ‘good for you, Richard,’ but he didn’t. Does that suddenly make your decision wrong? Does it?”

  “No.”

  “Then you can’t let it take over your mind. Sometimes the people who love us the most have the highest expectations for us, and sometimes those expectations are idealized. You did what you had to do, given what you believed and what you know, to find the answers you needed to solve the problem. If everyone else in the world thinks you’re wrong, but you believe you’re right, you have to act on what you have sound reason to believe. Numbers of those against you don’t change the facts and you must act to find the facts, not satisfy the crowd or any particular individual.

  “You have no responsibility to live up to anyone else’s expectations. You have only to live up to your own expectations.”

  Some of the light, the fire was back in his intent gray eyes. “Does this mean that you believe me, Nicci?”

  She sadly shook her head. “No, Richard. I think your belief in Kahlan is a result of your injury. I think you dreamed her up.”

  “And the grave?”

  “The truth?” When he nodded, Nicci took a deep breath. “I think that is the real Mother Confessor, Kahlan Amnell.”

  “I see.”

  Nicci seized his jaw again and made him look back at her. “But that doesn’t mean that I’m right. I’m basing my belief on other things—things I know. But I don’t think that anything I saw in that coffin, as much as I believe it’s her, really proves it. I’ve been wrong in my life before. You’ve thought I’m wrong all along in this. Are you going to do as someone says who you think is wrong? Why would you do that?”

  “But it’s so hard when no one believes me.”

  “Sure it is, but so what? That doesn’t make them right and you wrong.”

  “But when everyone says you’re wrong it starts to make you have doubts.”

  “Yes, sometimes life is really hard. In the past doubts have always made you dig all the harder for the truth, to be sure you were right because knowing the truth can give you the strength to fight on. This time, your shock at seeing a body in the Mother
Confessor’s grave when you hadn’t anticipated even the possibility of one being there, coupled with your grandfather’s unexpectedly harsh comments right in that moment of horror, overwhelmed you.

  “I can understand how it was the last straw and you couldn’t fight it anymore. Everyone can sometimes reach the limits of their endurance and give up—even you, Richard Rahl. You are mortal and you have your limits just like everyone else does. But you have to deal with that and move on. You’ve had time to temporarily give up, but now you have to take control of your own life again.”

  She could see him thinking, considering. It was a thrilling sight to see Richard’s mind back and working. She could still see, though, his hesitation. She didn’t want him to come this far and slip back now.

  “People must have not believed you before, in other things,” she said. “Weren’t there ever times when this Kahlan of yours didn’t believe you? A real person would have sometimes disagreed with you, doubted you, argued with you. And when that happened, you must have done as you thought you had to, even though she thought you were wrong, maybe even a little crazy. I mean, come on, Richard, this isn’t the first time I’ve thought you were crazy.”

  Richard smiled briefly before thinking it over. Then, a broad grin spread on his face.

  “Yes, there certainly were times like that with Kahlan, when she didn’t believe me.”

  “And you still did as you believed you had to, didn’t you?”

  Richard, still smiling, nodded.

  “Then don’t let this incident with your grandfather ruin your life.”

  He lifted an arm and let it flop back down. “But it’s just that . . .”

  “You gave up because of what Zedd told you without even using what you got from Shota.”

  He looked up sharply, his attention suddenly riveted on her. “What do you mean?”

  “In exchange for the Sword of Truth, Shota gave you information to help you find the truth. One of the things she told you was ‘What you seek is long buried.’

  “But that’s not all. Cara told Zedd and me everything Shota said. Apparently the most vital thing she gave you, because it was the first and almost all she thought she had to tell you, was the word Chainfire. Right?”

  Richard nodded as he listened.

  “She then told you that you must find the place of the bones in the Deep Nothing. Shota also told you to beware the viper with four heads.

  “What is Chainfire? What is the Deep Nothing? What is the viper with four heads? You paid a dear price for that information, Richard. What have you done with it? You came here and asked Zedd if he knew and he said no, then he told you that he was disappointed in you.

  “So what? Are you going to throw away everything you’ve gained in your search just because of that? Because an old man who has no idea what Kahlan means to you or what you’ve been through the last couple of years thinks that you acted foolishly? Do you want to move in here and be his lapdog? Do you want to stop thinking and just depend on him to do your thinking for you?”

  “Of course not.”

  “At the grave Zedd was angry. He went through things we probably can’t imagine to get the Sword of Truth away from Shota. What would you expect him to say? ‘Oh, yes, that’s a good idea, Richard, just give it back to her; that’s fine.’ He had a lot invested in getting that sword back from her and he thought you made a foolish trade. So what? That’s his view. Maybe he’s even right.

  “But you thought it was important enough to sacrifice something he had entrusted to you alone, something very precious to you, in order to gain a higher value. You believed that it was a fair trade. Cara said that at first you even thought Shota might be cheating you, but then you came to believe that she had given you fair value. Did Cara tell it true?”

  Richard nodded.

  “What did Shota tell you about your bargain?”

  Richard gazed up at the soaring towers behind Nicci as he recalled the words. “Shota said, ‘You wanted what I know that can help you find the truth. I have given it to you: Chainfire. Whether or not you realize it right now, I have given you a fair trade. I have given you the answers you needed. You are the Seeker—or at least, you were. You will have to seek the meaning to be found in those answers.’ ”

  “And do you believe her?”

  Richard considered a moment, his gazed dropping away. “I do.” When he looked back up into her eyes, the spark of life was again blazing there. “I do believe her.”

  “Then you should tell me and Cara and your grandfather that if none of us are going to help you, then we ought to get out of your way and let you do as you must.”

  He smiled, if somewhat sadly. “You’re a pretty remarkable woman, Nicci, to convince me to keep fighting even when you don’t believe in what I’m fighting for.” He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

  “I truly wish I could, Richard—for your sake.”

  “I know. Thank you, my friend—and I say friend because only a true friend would be more concerned with helping me face reality than what it means for her.” He reached out and, with his hand cupped to her face, used a thumb to wipe a tear from her cheek. “You have done more for me than you know, Nicci. Thank you.”

  Nicci felt giddy joy mixed with sinking frustration that they were right back to where they had started.

  Still, she wanted to throw her arms around him, but instead she simply cupped both her hands over his on the side of her face.

  “Now,” he said, “I think we had better go see about Ann and Nathan, and then I need to find out what part Chainfire plays in all this. Will you help me?”

  Nicci smiled as she nodded, too choked up to speak, and then, unable to stop herself, at last threw her arms around him and clutched him tightly to her.

  Chapter 51

  The look on Ann’s face as she stepped in the big door and saw Nicci entering the anteroom from between two red pillars was priceless. Nicci would have laughed aloud had her talk with Richard not so emotionally drained her.

  The prophet, Nicci knew, was very old, but he was by no means feeble looking. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with distinguished white hair that hung to his shoulders. He looked like a man who could bend iron, and he wouldn’t even need his gift to do so. It was the raptor gaze of his dark azure eyes, though, that made him at once intimidating and alluring. They were the eyes of a Rahl.

  Ann stared, her own eyes wide. “Sister Nicci . . .”

  The Prelate didn’t say “So good to see you again,” or anything cordial. She seemed momentarily unable to think of what to say. Nicci found it just a little remarkable that this squat woman beside the towering prophet had for so long seemed so big in her eyes. Novices and Sisters often went for long periods without even seeing the Prelate around the Palace of the Prophets. Absence, Nicci guessed, added to her mythic stature.

  “Prelate. I’m glad to see you well, especially after your unfortunate death and funeral.” Nicci glanced over at Richard as she finished the thought. “I hear that everyone believed you were dead. Amazing how a burial can be so convincing, and yet here you are, alive and well, it would appear.”

  Richard’s twitch of a smile told her that he caught her meaning. Zedd, to the side, at the brink of the three steps leading down into the center of the room with the fountain, gave Nicci a curious frown. The meaning hadn’t been lost on him, either.

  “Yes, well, that was unfortunately necessary, child.” Ann’s expression darkened. “What with the Sisters of the Dark having infested the ranks of our Sisters of the Light.” She glanced briefly at Richard, Cara, and Zedd, the edge to her countenance softening. “It appears by the company you keep, Sister Nicci, that you have come back into the fold. I can’t tell you how much it pleases me, personally. I can only think that the Creator Himself must have had a hand in saving your soul.”

  Nicci clasped her hands behind her back. “The Creator had nothing to do with it, actually. I guess that while I was forced to spend my life serving everyone who de
cided they wanted the blood and sweat of my abilities, the Creator was busy. I guess he couldn’t be bothered while I was being used by pious men telling me how it was my duty to serve and to submit and to grovel to them and to kill those who opposed the Creator’s ways.

  “I guess that all the times those champions of the Creator were raping me, the Creator didn’t catch on to the irony.

  “No more. Richard helped show me the value of my life to myself. And it is no longer ‘Sister’ Nicci—either of the Light or the Dark. Nor is it Death’s Mistress, or the Slave Queen. It is just Nicci, now, if you please—and even if you don’t.”

  Ann’s expression flashed between incredulity and indignation as her face went red. “But once you are a Sister you are always a Sister. You have done a wonderful thing and renounced the Keeper, so you are again a Sister of the Light. You can’t simply decide on your own to forsake your duty to the Creator’s . . .”

  “If He has any objections, then let Him speak up right now!” As the echo of Nicci’s heated words faded away, the room fell silent but for the splash of water in the fountain. She made a show of looking around, as if she thought that maybe the Creator might be hiding behind a pillar ready to pop out and make His wishes known.

  “No?” She again clasped her hands. She put back on the defiant smile. “Well then, since He has no objections, Nicci it is, I guess.”

  “I’ll not have . . .”

  “Ann, enough,” Nathan said in a deep, commanding voice. “We have important business and this isn’t it. We didn’t travel all this way simply for a dead prelate to lecture a reformed Sister of the Dark.”