Confessor: Chainfire Trilogy Part 3 tsot-11

by Terry Goodkind

  “The team with the red paint is run by the man I told you about,” Kahlan whispered. “I think he painted himself and all his men with the red paint so that no one would recognize him.”

  As players ran past they got their first clear view of the wild designs painted on all the men of the red team.

  When Nicci saw those designs, she looked startled. “Dear spirits . . .”

  She took a step forward to get a better look. Kahlan, concerned by Nicci’s abrupt change in demeanor and obvious alarm, went with her.

  That was when Kahlan spotted the man everyone called Ruben. He was running up from the left with the broc tucked tightly in against his chest as he dodged men diving for him.

  Kahlan leaned closer to Nicci and gestured to the left, drawing her attention to the man called Ruben.

  “That’s him,” Kahlan said.

  Nicci leaned out a little to look where Kahlan pointed. When she saw him, the blood drained from her face. Kahlan had never seen anyone go so ashen so fast.

  “Richard . . .”

  The instant Kahlan heard the name she knew it was right. The name fit the man. She didn’t know why, but it just fit him.

  There was no doubt in her mind that Nicci was right. His name was not Ruben, it was Richard. She felt a strange sense of relief just to know his name, to know his real name.

  Kahlan, fearing that Nicci might faint, put a supporting hand to the small of the woman’s back. Beneath that hand she could feel Nicci’s whole body trembling.

  Dodging men as he ran headlong up the field, his wing men to each side, the man she now knew was named Richard saw Jagang out of the corner of his eye. As he ran, his gaze swept behind the emperor and met Kahlan’s gaze. The connection, that recognition in his eyes, lifted her heart.

  When Richard spotted Nicci standing next to her, he missed a step.

  That instant of hesitation gave the men chasing him their chance. They smashed into him, slamming him to the ground. The impact was so violent that the broc went flying.

  Richard’s right wing man dropped his shoulder, plowing into the rivals, sending them sprawling.

  Richard lay facedown, unmoving.

  Kahlan’s heart felt as if it rose up into her throat.

  Just in time, the other wing man used an elbow to the head of a man about to crash down on top of Richard. As the opponent tumbled down to the side, Richard finally began to move. Seeing men flying past above him, he rolled away from the battle as he caught his breath.

  In a moment he was on his feet, if somewhat wobbly at first.

  It was the first mistake Kahlan had ever seen the man make.

  Nicci’s lower lip trembled as she stood frozen, staring at Richard. Tears had welled up in her blue eyes. Kahlan suddenly wondered if it could be. She discounted the possibility. It simply wasn’t possible.

  Chapter 29

  As he sat in the fading light, knees pulled up to his chest, listening to the ceaseless sounds of the enemy encampment out beyond the ring of wagons and guards, Richard heaved a despondent sigh. He ran the fingers of one hand back through his hair. He could hardly believe that Jagang had somehow captured Nicci. He couldn’t imagine how such a thing could have happened. Seeing her with a Rada’Han around her neck made him sick.

  It felt to Richard like the whole world was coming apart.

  As much as he dreaded even considering the thought, it seemed like the Imperial Order was unstoppable. Those who wanted to decide for themselves how they would live their own lives were being methodically subjugated by the Order’s uncountable followers, followers fanatically devoted to depressingly deluded beliefs, followers eager to enforce their faith on everyone else. Such a concept violated the very nature of faith, but that didn’t matter to the true believers; all men had to bow and believe as they did, or die.

  The believers in the teachings of the Order went where they wanted, when they wanted, slaughtering anyone in their way. They now controlled most of the New World as well as all of the Old World. The had even infiltrated far-off Westland, the place where he had grown up.

  It felt to Richard like the whole world had gone mad.

  Worse yet, Jagang also had at least two of the boxes of Orden. He always seemed to have everything well in hand.

  Now he had Nicci.

  But if it broke Richard’s heart to see Nicci with the gold ring of a slave through her lower lip, once again the captive of a man who had abused her so terribly in the past, it made his blood boil to see Kahlan also a captive of that same man.

  Richard was also deeply dispirited to know that Kahlan didn’t remember him. She mattered to him more than anything else in the world—she was his world. But now she didn’t even remember his name.

  Her strength and courage, her compassion, her intelligence, her wit, her special smile that she showed no one but him, were always in his thoughts and in his heart and would be until the day he died. He remembered the day they were married, remembered how much she loved him and how happy she had been just to be in his arms. But now she didn’t remember any of it.

  He would do anything to save her, to return her to who she really was, to give her back her life—to have her back in his. But who she was, was no longer there, within her. Chainfire had taken everything from them both.

  It didn’t really matter how much he wanted to live his own life with Kahlan, or how much he wanted other people to be able to live their own lives. The people of the Imperial Order had their own designs for mankind.

  Right then, Richard could see only a bleak future.

  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Johnrock scooting toward him. The heavy chain clattered as the big man pulled it across the hard, rocky ground.

  “Ruben, you need to eat.”

  “I did eat.”

  Johnrock gestured to the half-eaten piece of ham balancing on Richard’s knee. “Only half. You need your strength for tomorrow’s game. You should eat.”

  Thinking about what was going to happen the next day only further served to tighten Richard’s stomach with anxiety.

  He picked up the thick piece of ham and held it out, offering it to Johnrock.

  “I’ve had all I want. If you want it you can have the rest.”

  Johnrock grinned at his unexpected luck. His hand paused, his grin faltering. He looked up into Richard’s eyes.

  “You sure, Ruben?”

  Richard nodded. Johnrock finally took the ham and tore off a big bite in his teeth. After he swallowed, he nudged Richard with an elbow.

  “Are you all right, Ruben?”

  Richard sighed. “I’m a prisoner, Johnrock. How could I be fine?”

  Johnrock grinned, thinking Richard was just being funny. When Richard didn’t smile, Johnrock turned serious.

  “You got knocked in the head pretty good today.” He leaned a little closer, lifting an eyebrow at Richard. “Not too smart of you.”

  Richard glanced over at the man. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “We nearly lost today.”

  “Nearly doesn’t count. There are no ties on Ja’La. You either win or you lose. We won. That’s what matters.”

  Johnrock backed away a little at Richard’s tone. “If you say so, Ruben. But if you don’t mind my asking, what happened?”

  “I made a mistake.”

  Richard picked at a small stone half buried in the hard, dry ground. Johnrock chewed while he thought it over.

  “I never saw you make a mistake like that before.”

  “It happens.” Richard was angry at himself for making such a mistake—for letting his focus slip like that. He should have known better. He should have done better. “Hopefully, I won’t make a mistake tomorrow. Tomorrow is the important day, the day that counts. I hope not to make a mistake tomorrow.”

  “I hope so, too. We’ve come a long way.” Johnrock shook the stubby piece of ham at Richard to add emphasis to his point. “We’re not just winning games but winning fans at the games. A lot of men root for us now.
One more win and we will be champions. Then the whole crowd will cheer for us.”

  Richard glanced over at his wing man. “Did you see the size of those men on Jagang’s team?”

  “You don’t need to be afraid.” Johnrock flashed a crooked smile. “I’m big, too. I will protect you, Ruben.”

  Richard couldn’t help smiling with his big wing man. “Thanks, Johnrock. I know you will. You always do.”

  “Bruce will, too.”

  Richard suspected he very well might. The man was an Imperial Order soldier, but he was also a member of a powerful team with a reputation—Ruben’s team, as most of his men called it. They didn’t call it that in front of Commander Karg, though. The spectators called them the red team, and Commander Karg called it his team, but among themselves the players called it “Ruben’s team.” He was their point man. They had come to trust him. Bruce, like some of the other soldiers on the team, had at first been reluctant to wear the symbols in red paint, but now he wore them proudly. Other soldiers cheered him when he came out onto the field.

  “Tomorrow’s game is going to be . . . dangerous, Johnrock.”

  Johnrock nodded knowingly. “I intend to make it so.”

  Richard smiled again. “You watch yourself, will you?”

  “My job is to watch you.”

  Richard rolled the small stone he’d pried up from the ground around in his loose fist as he chose his words carefully.

  “A time comes when a man has to watch out for himself. There are times when—”

  “Snake-face is coming.”

  Richard’s cut off his words at the low warning. He looked up and saw Commander Karg marching through the line of guards. The man did not look happy.

  Richard tossed the stone away and leaned back on his hands as Commander Karg came to a halt right above him. Dust rose around the man’s boots. He glared down at Richard as he planted his fists on his hips.

  “What was that all about today, Ruben?”

  Richard peered up at the tattoos of snake scales that were just still visible in the fading light. “You didn’t appreciate that we won?”

  Instead of answering, the commander turned the glare on Johnrock. Johnrock got the message and scooted away, back past the opposite end of the wagon, until he reached the end of his chain tether and could go no farther. The commander squatted down in front of Richard. The tattoos of scales moved in a way that looked to Richard like real snake skin.

  “You know what I mean. What was that foolishness all about?”

  “I got clobbered. It’s what the other team is always trying to do. It’s bound to happen occasionally.”

  “I’ve seen you try your best and come up just a little short and not be able to make a score, or make every effort to evade a charge of blockers and not quite make it clear, but I’ve never seen you make a foolish mistake.”

  “Sorry,” Richard said. He couldn’t see the point in arguing about it.

  “I want to know why.”

  Richard shrugged. “Like you said, it was a foolish mistake.” Richard was more angry with himself than the commander could ever understand. He couldn’t afford a mistake like that tomorrow. “We won, though, so that means we will play the emperor’s team. That’s what I promised you—that I would get your team to a match with the emperor’s team.”

  The commander’s eyes turned up, gazing at the first stars of the night for a moment, before speaking. “You do remember being captured, don’t you?”

  “I remember.”

  His eyes turned back down to fix a stare on Richard. “Then you remember that by all rights you should have been killed that day. I let you live on the condition that you do your best to win my team this championship. Today, that was not your best. You nearly threw away my team’s chance to win with a stupid move.”

  Richard didn’t shy away from the man’s gaze. “Don’t worry, Commander. Tomorrow I will do my best. I promise.”

  “Good.” Snake-face finally smiled, though it was a cold curve of his mouth. “Good. You win tomorrow, Ruben, and you get your woman.”

  “I know.”

  The smile turned sly. “You win tomorrow and I get my woman.”

  Richard wasn’t really interested. “Is that right?”

  Commander Karg nodded. “If we win, that shapely blonde with Emperor Jagang will be mine.”

  Richard looked up with a dark frown of his own. “What are you talking about? Jagang isn’t going to let you have someone like that, a woman marked as his.”

  “It’s a little wager with the emperor. He’s so confident that his team will win that I got him to bet his most prized woman on the outcome. Her name is Nicci. He calls her his slave queen. Jagang doesn’t want to lose her to me, she’s rather . . . an obsession of his. But I think you can win her for me.” His eyes focused into his own distant, lustful thoughts. “I would like that very much—as much as Jagang wouldn’t like it, I expect.” He returned to the matter at hand and shook a finger at Richard’s face. “You had better win for your own sake as well.”

  “So that I can have my choice of a woman?”

  “So that you can live. You lose tomorrow and you will have the death you should have had after you killed all of those men of mine.” Commander Karg’s sly smile returned. “But if you win, you will have your choice of a woman, as promised.”

  Richard met the man’s gaze with a glare. “I already promised that I would do my best tomorrow. I always keep my promises.”

  The commander nodded. “Good. You win tomorrow, Ruben, and we’ll all be happy.” He chuckled. “Well, Jagang won’t be happy—not one bit. Come to think of it, I don’t think Nicci will be any too happy, either, but then that’s not really my concern.”

  “And the emperor? Don’t you think he will care?”

  “Oh he will care, all right.” Karg chuckled. “Jagang will go crazy when he has to let me have Nicci for my bed. I have a few scores to settle with that woman. I intend to enjoy it.”

  Richard managed to remain silent and look composed, despite the fact that he wanted to whip the chain around the man’s neck and strangle him.

  Commander Karg rose up. “You win that game, Ruben.”

  Richard glared at the man’s back as he watched him striding away.

  After he was sure that the commander was gone, Johnrock held a length of chain slack to keep it from pulling on the collar around his neck, and scooted back close to Richard.

  “What did he say, Ruben?”

  “He wants us to win.”

  Johnrock snorted a laugh. “I bet he does. As the owner of a champion team he can have whatever he wants.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  “What?”

  “Get some rest, Johnrock. Tomorrow is going to be an eventful day.”

  Chapter 30

  Richard woke abruptly from a light sleep. Even in the dead of night the camp was alive with sound and activity. Everywhere, it seemed, there were men yelling, laughing, and swearing. Metal clanged, horses whinnied, and mules brayed. In the distance Richard could see the ramp, along with lines of men and wagons, lit by torches. Even in the middle of the night the construction continued without pause.

  But none of that was what had awakened him. Something closer in had caught his attention.

  He saw shadows slipping through the ring of guards and the circle of low supply wagons that marked out his prison. He counted four of the dark figures stealing silently through the darkness. A quick check to the sides revealed another off to the right. He wondered if they had really snuck through unseen or if the guards had allowed them to pass.

  By their size, Richard knew who they were. After what Commander Karg had told him about his bet with Jagang, Richard had been expecting visitors. It was the last thing he needed, but it wasn’t like he had any choice in the matter.

  What really worried him was that, chained to the wagon, his options were limited. He could hardly hide. He certainly couldn’t run. Fighting five men, maybe mor
e, was not something he wanted to have to do before the game the next day. He couldn’t afford to be injured—least of all now.

  He glanced to the side and saw that Johnrock was not close. The big man was lying on his side, facing away, sound asleep. Calling out to his sleeping wing man would cost Richard the only thing he had going for him: surprise. The men coming for him thought he was asleep. For all Richard knew, if he called out to Johnrock the five might first go over and cut Johnrock’s throat so that they could go to work on Richard without worry of interruption.

  The four big men slipped in close, forming a semicircle. They obviously knew that his chain would keep him from escaping, and blocking him would keep him from having room to maneuver. By how quiet they were being, they appeared to still think he was asleep.

  One of the men, arms straight out to each side for balance, took a long step in and threw a kick at Richard’s head as if he were kicking the broc in an effort to keep it away from an opponent. Richard was ready. He rolled to the side and then whipped the length of chain around the man’s ankle. With all his might he yanked back the chain. It pulled the man’s feet out from under him. He landed on his back with a heavy thud, banging his head on the ground.

  “On your feet,” one of the other men growled now that he knew Richard was awake.

  Richard gripped a folded length of chain on the ground behind him, keeping it out of sight, but he didn’t get up.

  “Or?” he asked.

  “Or we kick your head in where you sit. Your choice, standing or sitting, you’re going to get hurt just the same.”

  “So, you really are afraid—just like everyone says.”

  The man paused for a moment. “What are you talking about?”

  “You’re afraid that you’ll lose to us tomorrow,” Richard said.

  “We’re afraid of nothing,” another of the shadowy figures said.

  “You wouldn’t be here unless you were afraid.”

  “It has nothing to do with us being afraid of anything,” the first man said. “We’re only doing as His Excellency asks of us.”

  “Ah,” Richard said. “So it’s Jagang who fears that we’ll beat you. That tells me a lot. It should tell you something, too—that we’re better than you and you can’t win in a fair match. Jagang knows it as well, that’s why he sent you—because you’re not good enough to beat us at Ja’La.”