by Angreal
Richard had never even dared to hope to have this opportunity; he had planned on trying to get to Nicci because she was the only one he could think of who might know what to do. This was infinitely better than a sorceress helping him.
A wizard was the only one really meant to help with this kind of trouble with another wizard's gift.
"Just make it quick," he told Nathan.
Nathan smiled that Rahl smile of his. "Come on, then. We'll have your gift back to right in no time at all."
"Thank you, Nathan," Richard mumbled as he let the big man help him through a nearby doorway.
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CHAPTER 60
Richard sat cross-legged on the wood floor facing Nathan. The barren room had no furniture. Nathan said none was needed, that the floor was fine with him. Ann, not far away, sat on the floor as well. Richard was a little surprised that Nathan was allowing her to observe, but didn't question it. There was the possibility that he might want to have her help for some part of it.
Everyone else waited outside. Cara wasn't happy about allowing Richard out of her sight, but Richard calmed her concern by telling her that he would feel more comfortable and able to concentrate on correcting the problem with his gift if he knew she was outside keeping an eye on everything for him.
The two windows had been shuttered, allowing in only dim light and keeping out most of the noise. With his hands on his knees, the prophet pushed his back straighter and, drawing a deep breath, seemed to pull an aura of authority around himself. Nathan was the one who had first taught Richard about his gift, telling him how war wizards, like Richard, weren't like other wizards. Instead of tapping the core of power within themselves, they directed their intent through their feelings.
It had been a difficult concept to grasp. Nathan had told Richard that his power worked through anger.
"Lose yourself in my eyes," Nathan said in a quiet voice.
Richard knew he had to try to put his worry for Kahlan aside.
Trying to keep his breathing steady so as not to cough, he stared into Nathan's hooded, deep, dark, azure eyes. Nathan's gaze drew him in. Richard felt as if he were falling up into the clear blue sky. His breath came in ragged pulls, and not of his own doing. He felt Nathan's commanding words more than heard them.
"Call forth the anger, Richard. Call forth the rage. Call forth the hate and fury."
Richard's head was swimming. He concentrated on calling his anger. He thought about Nicholas having Kahlan and he had no trouble summoning rage.
He could feel another force within his own, as if he were drowning and someone were trying to hold his head above water.
He drifted, alone, in a dark and still place. Time seemed to mean nothing.
Time.
He had to get to Kahlan in time. He was her only chance.
Richard opened his eyes. "Nathan, I'm sorry, but..."
Nathan was drenched in sweat. Ann was sitting beside him, holding Richard's left hand, Nathan his right. Richard wondered what had happened.
Richard looked from one face to the other. "What's wrong?"
They both looked grim. "We tried," Nathan whispered. "I'm sorry, but we tried."
Richard frowned. They had only just begun.
"What do you mean? Why are you giving up so soon?"
Nathan cast a sidelong glance at Ann. "We've been at it for two hours. Richard."
"Two hours?"
"I'm afraid there is nothing I can do, my boy." By the sound of his voice, he meant it.
Richard ran his fingers back through his hair. "What are you talking about? You're the one who told me the last time, when I had this problem, joining with a wizard would set it straight. You said it was a simple matter for a wizard to fix such a disharmony with the gift."
"That's the way it should be. But your gift is somehow tangled up into a knot that's strangling you."
"But you're a prophet, a wizard. Ann, you're a sorceress. Together you both probably know more about magic than anyone who has lived in thousands of years."
"Richard, there has not been another born like you in the last three thousand years. We don't know that much about how your particular gift works." Ann paused to push stray strands of gray hair back into the bun at the back of her head. "We tried, Richard. I swear to you, we both tried our best. Your gift is beyond Nathan's help, even with my ability enhancing his power. We tried everything we know, and even a few things we thought up. None of it had any effect. We cannot help you."
"So, what must I do?"
Nathan's azure eyes turned away. "Your gift is killing you, Richard. I don't know the cause, but I'm afraid that it has spiraled into a phase that is out of control and fatal."
Ann's eyes were wet. "Richard ... I'm so sorry."
Richard looked from one distraught face to the other.
"I guess it doesn't really matter," Richard said.
Nathan frowned. "What do you mean it doesn't matter?"
Richard rose up, groping for the wall to keep his balance. "I've been poisoned. The antidote is gone... There is no cure. I'm afraid that I'm running out of time. I guess the joke is on my gift—something else is going to get me first."
Ann stood and gripped his upper arms. "Richard, we can't help you right now, but you can at least rest while we try to figure out—"
"No." Richard waved off her concern. "No. I can't waste what little time I have left. I have to get to Kahlan."
Ann cleared her throat. "Richard, at the Palace of the Prophets, Nathan and I waited for your birth for a very long time. We worked to clear those obstacles that Prophecy showed us lay in your path. The prophecies name you as central to the course of the future of the world. In fact, they say you are the only one with a chance; we need you to lead us in this battle.
"We don't know what is wrong with your gift, but we can work on it. You must be here so that if we come up with a solution, we can set your power right."
"I'll not live for you to cure me. Don't you see? The poison is killing me. It has three states. I'm already entering the third state: blindness. I'm going to die. I must use what time I have left to find Kahlan. You aren't going to have me to lead you, but if I can get her away from Nicholas, you will have her to lead the struggle in my place."
"You know where she is, then?" Nathan asked.
Richard realized that in the state of focused, concentrated thought, as he was adrift in that quiet place while Nathan was trying to help him, it had come to him where Nicholas most likely had taken Kahlan. He had to get there while Nicholas was still there with her.
"Yes, I believe I do."
Richard pulled open the door. Cara, sitting right outside, shot to her feet. Her expectant expression quickly withered when he shook his head, signaling that it hadn't worked.
"We have to get going. Right away. I think I know where Nicholas took Kahlan. We have to hurry."
"You know?" Jennsen asked, holding Betty close by the rope.
"Yes. We need to leave at once."
"Where is she, then?" Jennsen asked.
Richard gestured. "Owen, remember how you told us about a fortified encampment the Imperial Order built when they first came to Bandakar and they were worried about their safety?"
"Back near my town," Owen said.
Richard nodded. "That's right. I think Nicholas took Kahlan there. It's a secure place they built to hold some of the women captive. There would be plenty of soldiers to protect him and it's the kind of place built specifically to be defensible, so it would be much more difficult to approach than his place, here, in the city."
"Then how will we approach it?" Jennsen asked.
"We'll have to figure that out once we get there and see the place."
Nathan joined Richard at the door. "Ann and I will go with you. We might be able to help rescue Kahlan from the Slide. While we travel the two of us can work on a solution for untangling your gift."
Richard gripped Nathan's shoulder. "There are no horses in this land. If you can run
and keep up with us, you're welcome, but I can't afford to slow for you. I don't have much time, and neither does Kahlan. Nicholas will not likely hold her there long. After he pauses for rest and supplies and then leaves this land, it will be even more difficult to find him. We have no time to lose. We're going to have to travel as swiftly as possible."
Nathan's eyes turned down in disappointment.
Ann drew Richard into a brief hug. "We're far too old to keep up the speed afoot that you and these young people can. When you get her away from the Slide, come back and we'll do our best to help you. We'll work on the problem while you're getting her out of his clutches. Come back then, and we'll have a solution."
Richard knew that he would never live that long, but there was no point in saying it. "All right. What can you tell me about a Slide?"
Nathan drew his thumb along his jaw as he considered the question. "Slides are soul stealers. There is no defense against them. Even I would be powerless to stop them."
Richard didn't suppose that needed any explanation. "Cara, Jennsen, Tom, you can come with me."
"What about us?" Owen asked.
Anson stood close by, looking eager to be included, and nodded at Owen's suggestion. There were others as well, who had stood vigil outside the place where Nathan had tried to help Richard. They were all men who had fought hard. If he was to get Kahlan back, he would likely need some men, at least.
"Your help would be welcome. I think most of the men should stay here with Nathan and Ann. The people here in Hawton need to have you men explain everything to them—help them to understand all that you've learned. They will need to make some changes to adjust to interacting with the world out there now open to them."
As Richard started away, Nathan grabbed ahold of his sleeve. "Richard, as far as I know, you have no defense against a soul stealer, but there is one thing I recall from an old tome in the vaults in the Palace of the Prophets."
"I'm listening."
"They somehow travel outside their body ... send their own spirit out."
Richard rubbed his fingertips across his brow as he thought about Nathan's words. "That has to be how he was watching me, tracking me. I believe he watched me through the eyes of huge birds that live here, called black-tipped races. If what you're saying is right, then maybe he leaves his body in order to do this." Richard looked up at Nathan. "How does this help me?"
Nathan leaned closer, cocking his head to peer with one azure eye. "That is when they are vulnerable—when they are out of their body."
Richard lifted his sword a few inches in the scabbard to be sure it was clear. "Any idea how to catch him outside of his body?" He let the sword drop back.
Nathan straightened. "Afraid not."
Richard nodded his thanks anyway and stepped down out of the doorway. "Owen, how far is this fortified encampment?"
"Back close to where the path used to go out through the boundary."
That was why Richard hadn't seen it; they had come on the ancient route used by Kaja-Rang. Ordinarily, it would be a journey of well over a week. They didn't have nearly that long.
He took in all the faces watching him. "Nicholas has quite a head start on us and he will be in a hurry to escape with his prize. If we travel swiftly and don't stop long to rest, there's a good chance we can still catch up with him by the time he reaches their encampment. We need to be on our way at once."
"We're only waiting for you, Lord Rahl," Cara said.
So was Kahlan.
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CHAPTER 61
Each day of hard travel, Richard's condition worsened, but his fear for Kahlan drove him relentlessly onward. Most of the time, hour after hour, through sunlight, darkness, and occasional rain, they ran at a steady lope. Richard used a staff he'd cut himself to help keep his balance. When he thought he would be unable to go on, Richard deliberately picked up the pace to remind himself that he could not give up. They stopped at night only long enough to get a few hours' sleep.
The men had trouble keeping up with him. Cara and Jennsen didn't; they were both used to strenuous exertion in the course of difficult journeys. All of them, though, were so exhausted from the unrelenting pace that they talked only when necessary. Richard drove himself doggedly, trying not to think about his own hopeless condition. It didn't matter. He reminded himself that with every step they ran, if it was fast enough, they were gaining on Nicholas and just that much closer to Kahlan.
In moments of despair, Richard told himself that Kahlan had to be alive, that Nicholas could have killed her long ago if that was his intention. He wouldn't have run if she were dead. Kahlan would be much more valuable to him alive.
In a way, he felt an odd kind of relief. He could push as hard as he needed. He didn't have to worry about his health. There was no antidote to the poison. Given the time, it would kill him. There was no solution to the problem of his gift being out of control; that, too, would kill him. There was nothing Richard could do about either. He was going to die.
The wooded hills were easy enough traveling. They were open, with broad, green meadows sprinkled with wildflowers and a patchwork of grassland. Wildlife was abundant. Were he not dying, in pain, and sick with worry for Kahlan, Richard might have enjoyed the beauty of the land. Now it was just an obstacle.
The sun in his eyes was slipping down behind the towering mountains. Soon darkness would be upon them. A little earlier, Richard had used his bow to take a buck when the opportunity presented itself. Tom had made quick work of butchering it. The rest of them needed to eat, or they would not be able to keep up the pace. Richard supposed that they would have to stop for a while to cook the meat and get some sleep.
Owen came up beside Richard as they trotted through a sea of grass rolling beneath the breeze. Owen pointed ahead. "There, Lord Rahl. That stream coming out of the hills is getting close to the Order's encampment. Just a little farther, over that line of hills and toward the mountains." He pointed to the right. "Off that way, not far, is my town of Witherton."
Richard changed his course a little to the left, heading for the woods that started at the foot of a gentle rise. They made the trees just as the orange disc of the sun slipped behind the snowcapped mountains.
"All right," Richard said, coming to a breathless halt as they entered a small clearing. "Let's set up camp here. Jennsen, Tom, why don't you two and the men stay here—get some meat cooking while I go with Owen and Cara to scout this fortification and see if I can figure out how we're going to get in."
When Richard started out, using his staff to help balance, Betty started following him. Jennsen snatched Betty's rope.
"Oh, no you don't," Jennsen said. "You're staying here. Richard doesn't need you tagging along to attract attention at the worst possible time."
"What should we make for you to eat, Lord Rahl?" Tom asked.
Richard couldn't stand the thought of eating meat. After all the bloody fighting, he needed to balance his gift more than ever. His gift was killing him, but if he did the wrong thing it might hasten the end and then he might not last long enough to get Kahlan away from Nicholas.
"Whatever we have that isn't meat. You have time before we come back, so you can cook some bannock, some rice, maybe some beans."
Tom agreed to take care of it and Richard followed after Owen. Cara, looking more unhappy than he could ever remember seeing her, put a hand on his shoulder.
"How are you holding up, Lord Rahl?"
He dared not tell her how much pain he was in from the gift, or that he had started to cough up blood. "I'm all right for now."
By the time they dragged back into their camp, almost two hours later, the meat on the spit was finished cooking and some of the men had already eaten. They were just curling up in blankets to get some sleep.
Richard was beyond being tired. He was certain that they had been close to Kahlan. It had been agonizing to have to return, to leave the place where Nicholas held her, but he had to use his head. Wild, irrational action wou
ld bring only failure. It would not get Kahlan out of there.
Richard was being driven by needs beyond food or sleep, but as he watched Owen sit heavily near the fire, he knew that Owen and Cara were exhausted and he imagined that they had to be hungry. Rather than sit, Cara waited at his side. She would not allow him to get far from her watchful protection. Nor would she voice any concern for herself or her needs.
He could never have imagined, back in the beginning, ever feeling this close to a Mord-Sith.
Jennsen stood and rushed to meet him. "Richard—here, let me help you. Come and sit."
Richard flopped down on the grass near the fire. Betty came over and begged a place beside him. He let her lie down.
"Well?" Tom asked. "What do you think of the place?"
"I don't know. It has well-made timber walls with trenches dug before them. There are snares and traps all around the place. It has a gate—a real gate." Richard sighed as he rubbed his eyes. His sight was getting blurry. It was getting more difficult all the time to see things. "I haven't quite figured it out, yet."
It was hard to think with the smell of the cooking meat. It was making him sick. Richard took a piece of bannock and the bowl of rice and beans Jennsen handed him.
He couldn't eat while watching them eat the meat or, worse, smelling it.
Richard stood. "I'm going to go for a walk." He didn't want to make them feel bad about their dinner, or feel guilty for eating meat in front of him. "I need some time alone to think it out."
Richard gestured for Cara to sit back down and stay where she was.
"Get some dinner," he told her. "I need you to stay strong."
Richard walked off through the trees, listening to the chirp of crickets, watching the stars through the canopy of leaves. It was a relief to be alone, not to have people asking him anything. It was tiring to have people always depending on him.
