Phantom: Chainfire Trilogy Part 2 tsot-10

by Terry Goodkind

  As it glided into the distance, the shafts of spinning light played over the trunks of trees it passed.

  “I knew Shar,” Richard called out.

  The light paused. It stopped spinning.

  For a moment, Richard watched as the spark of light hung there, in the distance, faintly illuminating the closely gathered monarchs of the forest standing like sentries for what lay beyond.

  “You did not come because of the legends that there was treasure to be found here?”

  “No.”

  “What do you know of the name you spoke?”

  “I was with Shar after she went through the boundary. Shar crossed that boundary to help stop the threat from Darken Rahl. Shar crossed the boundary to help in the effort to find me so that I, too, could help in that struggle. Before she died, Shar said that if I ever needed the help of the night wisps, then I should say her name and they would help me, for no enemy may know it.”

  Richard pointed back toward the grove of dead oaks, where the forgotten, moldering remains reposed. “I have a feeling that none of the people whose bones lie back there knew her name, or the name of any wisp.”

  The light slowly returned through the trees, finally coming to a stop not far from him. He could feel the softly glowing shafts of light gliding over the contours of his face. They almost felt like the faint touch of a spider’s web.

  Richard took a small step closer. “I spoke with Shar before she died. She said that she could not live away from those of her kind any longer, and she did not have the strength to return to her home place.

  “She gave me my first test from Baraccus. She said that she believed in me, believed that I had inside me what it takes to prevail. It was a message from him. She asked me about secrets.”

  The tiny light turned a warm, rosy color as it spun in silence for a moment.

  “And you passed her test?”

  “No,” Richard admitted. “It was too soon for me to understand it all. Later, I finally came to understand. The sliph said that I have now passed the test that Baraccus left for me.”

  “What is your name?”

  “I grew up named Richard Cypher. Since then I’ve come to learn that I am Richard Rahl. I have been called by other names as well: the Seeker; the one born true; the bringer of death; Richard with the Temper; the Pebble in the Pond; and Caharin. Does one of those names mean anything to you?”

  “Does the name Ghazi mean anything to you?”

  “Ghazi?” Richard thought a moment. “No. Should it?”

  “It means ‘fire.’ Ghazi was given that name by prophecy. If you were the one, you would know that name, too.”

  “I’m sorry, but I don’t. I don’t know why, but I can tell you that I don’t hold much with prophecy.”

  “I am very sorry, but misery has come to this land. The wisps are in a time of suffering. We cannot help you. You should go now.”

  The wisp began leaving again, spinning as it floated off into the towering trees.

  Richard took a step forward. “Shar said that if I needed the help of the wisps, they would help me! I need your help!”

  The little point of light paused again. Richard got the distinct impression by the way it hovered motionless that it was considering something. After a moment, it slowly began rotating, casting off shimmering beams of light. It came partway back.

  The wisp then spoke a name that Richard had not heard spoken aloud in many years.

  His blood turned to ice.

  “And does this name mean anything to you?” the wisp asked.

  “How do you know my mother’s name?” Richard whispered.

  The wisp slowly drew closer. “Many, many seasons ago, Ghazi went through a dark boundary to find her, to help her, to tell her of her son, to tell her many things she needed to know, many things her son would need to know. Ghazi never returned.”

  Richard stared, his eyes wide. “What do the wisps do in the day? When it’s light?”

  The wisp, like nothing more than a glowing silver ember, slowly spun, throwing shafts of light across Richard’s face. “We go where it is dark. We do not like being in the light.”

  “Does fire hurt you?”

  The shafts of light dimmed. “Fire can kill us.”

  “Dear spirits . . .” Richard whispered.

  The wisp came closer, the shimmering light brightening . . . again, as it seemed to study his face. “What is it?”

  “What was the prophecy about Ghazi?” Richard asked.

  The slowly spinning light paused. “The prophecy was about Ghazi’s death. It said he would die in fire.”

  Richard’s eyes closed for a moment. “Many seasons ago, when I was but a boy, my mother died in a fire.”

  The wisp remained silent.

  “I’m sorry,” Richard said in a small voice as Shota’s words rang through his head. “I think Ghazi died in my home. Our house caught on fire. After my mother brought my brother and me safely out, she went back in for something—we never knew what. She was probably overcome by the smoke. She never came out. I never saw her again. She died in the blaze.

  “I think she went back for Ghazi. I think my mother and Ghazi died together in that fire, without him ever completing his purpose.”

  The wisp seemed to watch him for a time. “I am sorry for what happened to your mother. After all this time, tears still come to you.”

  Richard had run out of words and could only nod.

  The wisp again started spinning faster. “The name Richard Cypher is the name we know you as. Come, Richard Cypher, and we will tell you what Ghazi went to tell your mother.”

  Chapter 41

  Richard followed the sparkling point of light into the ancient stand of timber, a place of quiet and peace. He had never seen trees this big. It struck him as odd that creatures so tiny would live among trees so big.

  It seemed like they walked for hours, though Richard knew that it only felt that way because he was so drained. When they at last emerged from the trees into a vast clearing, Richard could hardly believe his eyes. It was just as Kahlan had described it. The grassy meadow sparkled with hundreds of night wisps gliding among the tall blades of grasses and wild-flowers. The swath of stars above, through the gap in the towering pines, seemed lifeless and dead compared with the stars in the grass.

  It was a beautiful sight, but it brought pain into Richard’s heart because it reminded him of Kahlan, of the first day he had met her, when she had introduced him to Shar, of the time she’d told him about the wisps. Kahlan and the wisps were forever linked in his mind.

  And now, after all this time, he knew that it was a night wisp that his mother had run back into the burning house to save. She had not died alone.

  All because a man thousands of years before had gone to the Temple of the Winds and done something that would result in Richard being born with both sides of the gift, both sides that the sliph said he no longer had.

  As Richard stepped into the grass, some of the night wisps came closer, curious to see the stranger among them. The wisps flashed brighter and dimmer, as if in conversation among themselves.

  “What are you called?” Richard asked the wisp who had escorted him.

  “I am Tam.”

  Richard watched wisps gliding closer, rising up the length of him, before shooting away.

  “Our numbers dwindle,” Tam said. “Such a thing has never happened before. It is a time of suffering for us. We don’t know the cause.”

  “The cause is in part why I am here,” Richard told him. “I’m hoping to find help so that I can stop what is causing this sickness among the wisps. If I don’t succeed, you will all vanish from the world.”

  Tam considered in silence for a time. Others who had heard Richard’s words drifted away, sinking into the dark places in the grass, as if seeking a quiet place to weep. Some, though, came closer.

  “Many here knew Ghazi,” Tam said. “They miss him. Can you tell us any of what he said before his life was gone? The way yo
u have spoken of Shar’s words?”

  “I’m sorry, Tam, but I never saw Ghazi. I never knew that he had come to see my mother. Ghazi and my mother must have died before he had a chance to tell us anything of his reason for being there.”

  Richard wondered if that had been the reason for the fire.

  Many of the wisps dimmed, as if in disappointment that he could tell them none of Ghazi’s last words.

  Richard remembered his purpose and turned to his guide.

  “Please, Tam, I have come for an important reason that, as I said, may in the end help the wisps with what they suffer. I have come because Baraccus left something here for me. His library is here. He sent his wife with a book for me.”

  “Magda,” one of the nearby wisps said. He wasn’t sure which one was speaking, but it sounded decidedly more feminine than Tam.

  “That’s right.”

  “This was long before our time,” she said, “but the words of Baraccus have been passed down to us. We still hold the secrets he asked us to keep. I am Jass. Come. Tam and I will show you.”

  Tam and Jass led Richard off through the silky grass, toward the towering trees to his left. Among the trees, away from the open meadow, it was again like descending into a dark world. Only the two wisps gave him enough light to see his way.

  “How far?” Richard asked.

  “Not far,” said Jass.

  “It is a place within our realm,” said Tam, “a place where we can watch over and protect it. Over the millennia the seed of stories planted in the fertile soil of bits and scraps of facts was watered by wishes and began to take root and grow. Eventually, a bountiful fruit of rumors burst forth, to be spread on the wind of whispers that said we hid a fabled hoard of gold. Nothing could convince the believers that it was not true. The truth does not glitter for these people like gold does. Their dream of reaping unearned wealth was so strong for them that they would rather sacrifice everything truly precious to them than accept the truth that it was an empty belief.”

  “What we hide is not a treasure,” Jass said, “but a promise made by our ancestors.”

  “It is a treasure, of a sort,” Richard told them. “To the right person, anyway.”

  What seemed not far to them seemed quite far to Richard. It was getting ever more exhausting for him to put one leg in front of the other. His stomach growled with hunger as they moved through the silent wood.

  It had to be somewhere deep in the middle of the night when the trees opened up and Richard could see at last, illuminated by the silvered moonlight, a valley spread out far below. Lush forests carpeted the bowl of the valley, with the mat of trees ascending the slopes of mountain close in on each side. The place where he stood overlooking the length of the valley was not only a commanding spot, but a place with hauntingly beautiful views of the things that Richard had always loved. He ached to be able to explore such a place, to be down in those woods . . . but to be there with Kahlan. Without her, beauty was only a word. Without Kahlan smiling at him, the world was empty and dead.

  “This is the place of the library that Master Baraccus left with us for safekeeping,” Tam said.

  Richard looked around. He saw only ferns, some vines trailing down from the darkness above, and the massive trunks of the pines standing with him at the rim of the overlook.

  “Where?” he asked. “I don’t see a building anywhere.”

  “Here,” Jass said as she drifted down to a small boulder, coming to rest atop it. “Under here is the library.”

  Richard scratched his scalp. It seemed an odd place for a library. But then he recalled finding the entrance to the library in Caska under a gravestone. In light of that, this made more sense. A building might have long ago been discovered and raided.

  He bent and put his shoulder against the rock, in a curved niche that wasn’t sharp. He was sure that he wasn’t strong enough to move such a huge slab of stone, but he put all his weight against the stone socket anyway. With great effort it slowly began to pivot to the side.

  The wisps came close, looking with Richard at what lay below. The stone had rested on a small, carefully smoothed lip. There was no hole, no stairway down into the ground within that lip.

  Richard knelt and dug at what was under the rock, inside the stone lip. It was soft, and dry.

  “This is just sand.”

  “Yes,” Jass said. “When Magda came, she followed her husband’s instructions, using magic, and filled what was below.”

  Richard was incredulous. “With sand?”

  “Yes,” Jass said.

  “How much sand?” Richard asked. He wasn’t looking forward to digging out a sand-filled hole, no matter how small it turned out to be.

  “You see that small river down in the valley?” Jass asked.

  Richard squinted in the dim moonlight. He saw the sparkling reflections off the water wandering among sandbars.

  “Yes, I see it.”

  “The words passed down to us,” Jass said, “say that Magda brought with her a powerful spell from Baraccus. She used it to create a whirlwind that drew the sand up from the riverbanks, and funneled it into this hole, here, filling up the place below to protect it.”

  “Protect it?” Richard asked. “From what?”

  “From any who might make it this far. This sand is meant to foil anyone, who might come for what is down there.”

  “Well, I suppose that if there was enough sand that would certainly slow them down.” Richard looked over suspiciously at the two wisps spinning slowly in the moonlight. “How much sand is down there, anyway?”

  Tam floated out past the edge of the drop-off. “You see that ledge down there?”

  Richard carefully leaned over the edge of the cliff and looked. It had to be several hundred feet down to the narrow stone shelf.

  “I see it.”

  “That is how far down the rooms of the library are to be found.”

  “The rooms of the library are buried under all this sand—down there, at the bottom?”

  “Yes,” Tam said.

  Richard was dumbfounded. There had to be a palace-worth of sand.

  “How am I to dig such a thing out? It would take forever to accomplish such a thing.”

  Tam returned, coming close to his face. “Maybe. But Baraccus said that if you were the one, you would know what to do.”

  “If I’m the one?” Richard felt the weight of discouragement, like a mountain of sand on top of him. “Why do I always have to be the one?”

  Tam spun for a moment. “That is not for us to say.”

  Richard groaned with the disappointment of being so close but so far. “If I’m the one, then why couldn’t he just leave a message for me so that I would know what to do?”

  Tam and Jass were silent for a moment, as if thinking.

  “Well, there was one other thing passed down,” Jass finally said.

  “What would that be?”

  “Baraccus said that the wisps would have to guard this for ages and ages, but when the sands of time had finally run out, the one who was meant to have the book would be here and take it with him.” Jass spun closer. “Does that help, Richard Cypher?”

  Richard wiped a hand across his face. Why couldn’t Baraccus simply tell him how to recover Secrets of a War Wizard’s Power! Maybe Baraccus thought that the man who was meant to have the book must already have mastered his power to the point where this would present no obstacle. Maybe he thought that Richard should know how to spin a magical whirlwind and suck out the sand. If that was so, then Richard was not the one. Not only did he not know how to use his power but, since being in the sliph, he no longer had his gift.

  As far as Richard was concerned, the sands of time had already run out for him. The Sisters of the Dark had put the boxes of Orden in play; the chimes had contaminated the world of life, beginning the destruction of magic, which was probably the great misery the wisps were suffering; and the army of the Imperial Order was rampaging unchecked through the New World. But
worst of all for him, personally, Kahlan had been abducted, was under the influence of the Chainfire spell, and desperately needed his help.

  And here he stood, waiting for the sands of time to run out.

  Richard took his hand away from his face as he frowned. He leaned out over the edge of the cliff, looking down at the ledge far below. The sands of time.

  He looked to the left side and studied the rock. He didn’t see anything he could use there, but on the right he thought he saw a way to use the rocks to climb down. He swung his pack off his back and set it on the ground while he dug out his camp shovel and hastily assembled it.

  “ ‘When the sands of time had finally run out, the one who was meant to have the book would be here and take it with him,’ ” he quoted. “Isn’t that what you said?”

  “Yes,” Jass said, “That is what we were told.”

  Richard gazed out over the cliff again. “I have to go down there, to that ledge,” he told the wisps.

  “We will come and light the way,” Tam said.

  Richard wasted no time climbing down the side of the rock precipice. It turned out to be just as difficult as he had judged it would be, but it didn’t take long and he was soon standing on the narrow shelf far below the top where he had pivoted the boulder out of the way.

  He searched around, picking at the face of the rock wall, until he found what he was looking for. He immediately started digging, chipping, and prying out rocks that had been so tightly jammed in that it was hard to tell for sure in the poor light of the moon and two wisps if it really was what he thought it was. When rock began coming out, his confidence level rose. The more rock fragments he pulled out, the easier it was to get out more.

  He had to work carefully to free some of the larger stones; one wrong step and he could slip and fall off the narrow ledge. Some of the boulders back in the growing hole were larger than he could have lifted, so he had to roll and walk them out of the ever-expanding opening. Fortunately, he was able to loosen the rock beneath most of them and then roll them out. He stood to the side on the narrow ledge and let the rocks and boulders tumble out past him. He watched them sail out into the night air, falling soundlessly until they finally crashed down into the forest far below.