Temple of the Winds

Chapter 52

When she saw Drefan coming from the other direction, Kahlan set down the basket of clean bandages and rags she was carrying. Even though Richard had only ordered it as part of his ruse to convince Tristan that his plan was working, Drefan was still wearing a sword. Perhaps it wasn’t such a bad idea. Some people were beginning to resent healers because they spoke out against the potions and cures being sold on the streets.

She brushed back her hair. “How are they?”

Drefan sighed as he glanced back up the hall. “One died last night. Most are worse. We have six new ones today.”

“Dear spirits,” she whispered, “what is to happen to us?”

Drefan lifted her chin. “We will persevere.”

Kahlan nodded. “Drefan, if so many of the staff are coming down sick, and so many have died already, what good is this infernal smoke doing? I’m sick of breathing it.”

“The smoke is doing no good for the plague.”

Kahlan blinked up at him. “Then why must we keep doing it?”

Drefan smiled sadly. “The people think it helps keep the plague from being worse. It makes them feel better that we’re doing something, and that there is hope. If we stop, then they will think there is no hope.”

“Is there? Is there any hope?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “Have you heard last night’s report yet?”

He nodded. “In the last week the number of dead has continued to rise. Last night it was up to over six hundred.”

Kahlan looked away despondently. “I wish we could do something.”

Shota had told her that a way would come. The spirit had told her that a way would come. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing Richard, but she also couldn’t bear the thought of all the people who were dying.

“Well,” Drefan said, “I’m going to make my rounds through the city.”

Kahlan clasped his forearm. He flinched. It was a reaction that she, as a Confessor, was used to. She took her hand back.

“I know you can do nothing to stop it, but thank you for all your aid anyway. Just your words help those living to have hope.”

“A healer’s best aid, words. Most of the time it’s all we can do to help. Most people think being a healer means healing people. That actually happens rarely. I learned a long time ago that being a healer means living with pain and suffering.”

“How’s Richard? Have you seen him this morning?”

“He’s in his office. He looked fine. I made him get some sleep.”

“Good. He needed rest.”

Drefan’s blue eyes searched hers. “He did what he had to with that man who tried to kill you, but I know that despite how resolute he appeared, it was a terribly hard thing for him to do. Killing a man, even one who richly deserves it, is not something that comes easily to Richard.”

“I know.” Kahlan said. “I know that condemning a man to death weighs heavily on him. I, myself, have had to order the deaths of people. In a time of peace, you have the luxury of order, but in war you must act. Hesitation is death.”

“And have you told that to Richard?”

Kahlan smiled. “Of course I have. He knows he did what he had to, and that those of us close to him understand. In his place I would have done the same, and I told him so.”

“Someday, I hope to have a woman of half your strength.” Drefan smiled. “To say nothing of your beauty. Well, I must be off.”

Kahlan watched him walk away. His trousers were still too tight. She blushed at the thought, and turned back to her work.

Nadine was in the sick room, tending to people in two rows of beds. The infirmary held twenty beds, and they were all full, with more people on blankets on the floor. There were others sick in other rooms.

“Thanks,” Nadine said, when Kahlan set down the clean things she had brought.

Nadine was putting herbs in pots, making teas. Other women who tended the sick were changing sheets, cleaning and wrapping open sores, or serving tea to the patients.

Nadine plucked a cloth from the basket, dipped it in a basin of water, wrung it out, and laid it across the forehead of a moaning woman. Nadine patted the woman’s shoulder.

“There you go, dear. How does that feel?”

The woman managed only a weak smile and nod.

Kahlan did the same for several more people, dabbing a cool, damp cloth to their sweaty faces, offering soft words of comfort.

“You could be a healer,” Nadine said as she paused beside Kahlan. “You have a kind touch.”

“That’s the only thing I know to do. I couldn’t heal anyone.”

Nadine leaned close. “And do you think I am?”

Kahlan glanced around the room. “I see what you mean. But at least you have devoted your life to helping people. My life is devoted to duty. To fighting.”

“What do you mean?”

“In the end, I am a warrior. My duty is to hurt people in order to save others. It is left to people like you to heal those remaining, when people like me are finished fighting.”

Nadine stood close to her. “Sometimes, I wish I was a warrior, and could fight to end the suffering, so that there wouldn’t be so many wounded for the healers to tend to.”

Kahlan finally had to leave the room. She couldn’t stand the stink, and the smoke was making her sick. Nadine felt the same, and went with her. They both slid their backs down the wall and sat on the floor.

“I feel helpless,” Nadine said. “Back home, if someone had a headache, I’d give him something and he’d get to feeling better. If a woman was pregnant, I’d help settle her stomach, or I’d help deliver the baby when it was time. It seemed I was always helping people.

“This is different. All I do is comfort people who are going to die, and wonder the whole time if it will be me on the bed tomorrow. I don’t know what to do for any of them. I feel totally useless. I wish I’d come here to help these people, instead of watching them die.”

“I know,” Kahlan whispered. “It must have been a lot more satisfying to help a woman deliver a baby.”

Nadine stared off in thought. “Sometimes a woman would tell me that it seemed like it would never happen, that it seemed unreal. She’d wait, knowing it would happen, but never really believing it, dreading the things she’d heard about how hard it would be. Dreading the pain. Sometimes they think things will change, like they’ll wake up one day and not be pregnant, or something.

“Then, the baby would come. Suddenly, she’ll be in a panic. The time has come. She’ll be terrified that it’s really happening, at last. Sometimes they’ll scream just from that fear, the fear of the pain. That’s when I can help them. I’m there with them. I reassure them that it will be all right.

“For the first time, for some of them, they finally believe it’s happening. I guess it’s only natural to dread such a profound change in their lives. Until it’s over, until the day is upon them, some of them are miserable with dread.”

Together, in the silence of the hall, they sat, resting, listening to the moans from the sick room.

“Nadine, you still think you will end up marrying Richard, don’t you?” Nadine glanced over, scratching her freckled nose, but she didn’t answer. “I didn’t ask that to—to start in on you, or anything. I just meant, well, like you said, you might end up on one of those beds in there. I was just thinking . . . it could be me, too. I could get the plague, or something.”

Nadine watched her. “You won’t. Don’t say that. You won’t get it.”

Kahlan ran her thumbnail along a joint in the floorboards. “But I could. I was just thinking that if I did, or something, well, what about Richard? He’d be alone.”

“What are you saying?”

Kahlan looked into Nadine’s soft brown eyes. “If for some reason you ended up being the one with him, instead of me, you’d be good to him, wouldn’t you? You’d always be good to him?”

Nadine swallowed. “Of course I would.”

“I’m serious, Nadine. There’s so much happening. I want to know that you wouldn’t ever hurt him.”

“I’d never hurt Richard.”

“You hurt him before.”

Nadine turned away and scratched her shoulder. “That was different. I was trying to win him. I would have done anything to get him to be with me. I already explained it to you.”

“I know.” Kahlan picked at a little stone stuck in the crack between the floor-boards. “But if something happened, and it turned out that you were . . . the one, the one to marry him, I want to know that you’d never do anything like that to him again.

“I’d like to hear it from you, that you would never do anything to hurt Richard. Anything.”

Nadine met Kahlan’s eyes for a moment before glancing away. “If I ever ended up with Richard, I would make him the happiest man in the world. I’d take the best care of him that any woman ever took of any man. I would love him better than—well, I’d do my very best to make him happy.”

Kahlan felt the familiar pain gnaw at her insides. She endured it. “Do you swear that that’s the truth?”

“Yes.”

Kahlan looked away and wiped at her eyes. “Thanks, Nadine. That’s what I wanted to know.”

“Why are you asking me such a thing?”

Kahlan cleared her throat. “As I said, I’m worried that I might get the plague, too. If anything happens, I could bear it better if I knew that there was someone who would take care of Richard.”

“Near as I can figure, Richard pretty much takes care of himself. Do you know that that man can cook better than me?”

Kahlan laughed. Nadine laughed with her.

“Isn’t that the truth?” Kahlan said. “I guess, where Richard is concerned, a woman can only hope to go along with him for the ride.”

“Lord Rahl!”

Richard turned to see General Kerson calling out for him. He let go of Kahlan’s hand. Cara glided to a stop behind Kahlan.

“Yes, what is it, general?”

The general came to a halt, waving a letter. A dusty, tired-looking soldier followed behind, along with the general’s usual guard.

“A message from General Reibisch, with his army to the south.” The general lifted a thumb. “Grissom here just rode in.”

Richard glanced to the young soldier, still panting to get his breath. He smelled like a horse. Richard thought he would much rather smell like a horse and be out riding than sitting in a little room day after day translating the mad account of a trial and execution. He guessed that if his labors were doing him any good, he might feel differently.

He broke the seal and opened the letter. When he finished reading it, he handed the letter to Kahlan.

“Take a look.” While Kahlan read the letter, Richard turned to the messenger. “How is our army to the south doing?”

“Fine when I left them, Lord Rahl.” Grissom said. “The Sisters of the Light caught up with us, as they said you told them to do. They’re all together with our men. We’re awaiting orders.”

The letter had said much the same thing. When Kahlan had finished reading, Richard took the letter and handed it to General Kerson. The general idly scratched his graying hair as he read the letter.

He looked up when he had finished. “What do you think, Lord Rahl?”

“Makes sense to me. I don’t think we should bring all those men back up north right now. As General Reibisch says, they would be in a position to know about it if the Order moves very far into the New World. What do you think?” Richard asked, as he passed the letter back to Cara.

The general hiked up his trousers. “I agree with Reibisch. I’d want to do the same if I were him. He’s already down there, why not put him to good use? As he says, it would be best to know what the Order is up to, and if the enemy does come up north to attack us, he will be in a position to bite their ass.” He winced. “Sorry, Mother Confessor.”

Kahlan smiled. “My father was a warrior, general, before he was king. It brings back memories.” She didn’t say if they were good memories. “I also agree about the strategic advantage of having an army in that position.”

Cara handed the letter back to Richard. “He’s right about one other thing, too. If he abandons his position, and the Order went to the northeast, they would be able to sweep into D’Hara unopposed. We wouldn’t even know about it. That part of D’Hara is sparsely populated. The Order could drive north and we would never know it until they cut west, back into the Midlands.”

“Unless they pushed straight for the People’s Palace,” the general said.

“That would be a fatal mistake—attacking the heart of D’Hara,” Cara said. “Commander General Trimack of the First File of the Palace Guard would show the enemy why no army has ever attacked the palace and had so much as a single soldier live to recount the tale of their bloody defeat. The cavalry would cut them to pieces out on the Azrith Plains.”

“She’s right,” the general said. “If the enemy goes there, the vultures will feast—Trimack will see to that. If they did go northeast up into D’Hara, it would be to flank us. Best to have Reibisch guarding the gate.”

Richard had another reason to want General Reibisch’s army to stay south.

“Lord Rahl,” the messenger asked, “may I ask a question?”

“Of course. What is it?”

Grissom fussed with the hilt of his short sword. “What’s going on in the city? I mean, I saw men hauling carts with dead people, and I saw others going through the streets calling for people to bring out their dead.”

Richard took a deep breath. “That’s the other reason we want General Reibisch to stay down south. The plague is loose in the Midlands. Last night, seven hundred fifty people died.”

“The spirits preserve us.” Grissom wiped his palms on his hips. “I was afraid it might be something like that.”

“I want you to take my reply back to General Reibisch. Having been here, I don’t want you to carry the plague to him, too. When you get back, you are to pass my message along verbally.

“Don’t approach any of his men, or any people for that matter, any closer than you must in order to be heard. When you get to their sentries, tell them to pass the message on to the general. Tell him that I find his reasoning to be sound. All of the command here agrees with him. Tell him to carry on with his plans and to keep us informed.

“Now that you’ve been here, you can’t return to those men. You’ll have to come back here, when you’ve delivered the message. I want you to take a good-sized patrol with you to make sure you get our instructions through, then all of you come back here.”

Grissom saluted with a fist to his heart. “It shall be as you command, Lord Rahl.”

“I wish I could let you return to your men, soldier, but we’re trying to keep the plague from getting to the army. We have the soldiers here spread out around the city so they don’t come down sick. You can tell them that, too.”

General Kerson scratched his face. “Ah, Lord Rahl, I have to talk to you about that. I just found out myself.”

Richard frowned at the general’s sudden wincing expression. “What is it?”

“Ah, well, the plague has gotten to our men.”

Richard felt his heart in his throat. “Which group?”

The general wiped a hand across his mouth. “All of them, Lord Rahl. Seems that the prostitutes have been visiting the camps. The women thought it would be safer than plying their trade in the city, what with those murders. I don’t know anything about how sickness spreads, but Drefan told me that that might have been the way it happened.”

Richard squeezed his temples between his thumb and second finger. He wanted to give up. He wanted to simply sit down on the floor and give up.

“I should never have had Tristan Bashkar put to death. I should have let him kill all those women. In the end, it would have saved countless lives. If I’d have known this, I’d have killed them all myself.”

He felt Kahlan’s hand touch his back in sympathy.

“Dear spirits,” he whispered. He could think of nothing else to say. “Dear spirits, what are we doing to ourselves? Those women have just unwittingly struck a blow for Jagang.”

“Do you want them executed, Lord Rahl?” General Kerson asked.

“No,” Richard said in a quiet voice. “The deed is done. It would serve no purpose, now. They didn’t do it intentionally to cause harm. They were just trying to keep themselves safe.”

Richard recalled the words of one of the temple team before he was put to death.

“I can no longer countenance what we do with our gift. We are not the Creator, nor are we the Keeper. Even a vexatious prostitute has the right to live her life.

“Grissom, get a patrol together, and as soon as you’ve had some food and rest, get my message back to General Reibisch.”

Grissom saluted again. “Yes, Lord Rahl. I’ll get some food and supplies and be on my way within the hour.”

Richard nodded. The messenger took his leave.

“Lord Rahl,” the general said, “if there’s nothing else, I’d better see to my duties.”

“Yes, general, there is one more thing. Cut the sick soldiers out of the camps. Put them in a separate camp. Let’s see if we can limit the extent of the outbreak. Who knows, maybe we can even contain it.

“And I don’t want any prostitutes in the camps. None. Maybe we can keep the distemper lighter, that way. Have all the women warned to stay away under penalty of death. Post archers with the sentries. If they continue to approach after being challenged, have the archers cut them down.”

The general heaved a sigh. “I understand, Lord Rahl. I’ll also separate out the men who have been with those women and have them tend to the sick soldiers.”

“Good idea.”

Richard put his arm around Kahlan’s waist as he watched the general and his guard hurry to their tasks. “Why didn’t I think of that before? I might have kept the plague from the soldiers if only I’d thought of it.”

Kahlan didn’t have an answer.

“Lord Rahl,” Cara said, “I’m going up to the sliph to relieve Berdine.”

“I’ll go with you. I want to see if Berdine has learned anything from the journal. Besides, I need to get out of here for a while. You want to go, too?” he asked Kahlan.

Her arm tightened around him. “I’d like that.”

Berdine was bent over the journal, reading. The sliph looked Richard’s way before Berdine did.

“Do you wish to travel, Master? You will be pleased.”

“No,” Richard said when the echo of the eerie voice had died out. “Thank you, sliph, but not now.”

Berdine leaned back and yawned as she stretched her arms. “Glad to see you, Cara. I can’t stay awake any longer.”

“You look like you could use some sleep.” Richard gestured to the open journal on the table before her. “Anything new?”

Berdine glanced to the sliph as she stood. She picked up the journal and turned it around, offering it to him.

She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “You remember telling me about what that man said before he was put to death. What he said about even a vexatious . . . woman having a right to her life?”

Richard knew what Berdine was talking about. “Yes. You mean Wizard Ricker.”

“That’s the one. Well, Kolo mentioned it briefly.” She tapped a place in the journal. “Read here.”

Richard studied the sentence a moment until he had it translated in his head.

“ ‘Ricker’s vexatious prostitute is watching me as I sit here pondering what damage the team has done. I heard today that we have lost Lothain. Ricker has had his revenge.’ ”

“Do you know who Lothain is?” Berdine asked.

“He was the head prosecutor at the Temple of the Winds trial. He was the one who went to undo the damage done by the team.”

Richard looked up. The sliph was watching him. He stepped closer. It had never occurred to him before. Why hadn’t he thought of it before?

“Sliph.”

“Yes, Master? You wish to travel? Come. You will be pleased.”

Richard stepped closer. “No, I don’t wish to travel, but I would like to talk to you. Do you remember the time, long ago, when there was a great war going on?”

“Long? I am long enough to travel. Tell me where you wish to go. You will be pleased.”

“No, I don’t mean traveling. Do you remember any names?”

“Names?”

“Names. Do you remember the name Ricker?”

The silver face watched without expression. “I never betray my clients.”

“Sliph, you were a person, once, weren’t you? A person like me?”

The sliph smiled. “No.”

Richard laid a hand on Kahlan’s shoulder. “A person like this?”

The silver smile widened. “Yes. I was a whore, like her.”

Kahlan cleared her throat. “I think Richard meant to ask if you were a woman, sliph.”

“Yes, I was a woman, too.”

“What was your name?” Richard asked.

“Name?” The sliph frowned, as if puzzled. “I am the sliph.”

“Who made you into the sliph?”

“Some of my clients.”

“Why? Why did they make you into the sliph?”

“Because I never reveal my clients.”

“Sliph, could you explain that better?”

“Some of the wizards here, in this place, were my clients. The most powerful of them. I was a very exclusive whore, and very expensive. Many of the wizards contended for power. Others tried to use me to displace some of those who were my clients. Some wished to use me for their pleasure, but not the kind of pleasure I offered. I never reveal my clients.”

“You mean they would have been pleased if you told them the names of the wizards who visited you, and maybe a little more about those visits.”

“Yes. My clients feared these others would use me for this pleasure, and so they made me the sliph.”

Richard turned away. He raked his fingers back through his hair. Even as they fought the enemy, they fought among themselves. When he finally gathered his wits, he turned back to the beautiful silver face.

“Sliph, those men are all dead now. There is no one alive who knows these men. There are no wizards anymore to vie for power. Could you tell me a little more?”

“They made me, and told me that I would be unable to speak their names as long as they lived. They said that their power would prevent it. If it is true that their spirits have passed from this world, then it will no longer matter and I will be able to speak their names.”

“It was this man, Lothain, who was one of your clients, wasn’t it? And this other wizard, Ricker, thought he was a hypocrite.”

“Lothain.” The quicksilver face softened as she seemed to test the name. “Wizard Ricker came to me, and said that this man, Lothain, was the head prosecutor, and that he was a vile beast, who would turn on me. He wanted my help to depose Lothain. I refused to name my clients.”

Richard spoke into the silence. “And Ricker’s words proved true. Lothain turned on you, and made you into the sliph so that you couldn’t speak out against him.”

“Yes. I told Lothain that I did not reveal my clients. I told him that he had no need to fear me speaking. He said that it didn’t matter, that I was only a whore, and the world would never miss me. He twisted my arm and hurt me. He used me for his pleasure without my permission. When he finished, he laughed, and then I saw a flash of light in my mind.

“Ricker came to me after, and told me that he would put an end to Lothain, and wizards like him. He wept at the edge of my well, and said he was sorry for what they did to me. He told me that he would put a stop to the way magic destroyed people.”

“Were you sad?” Berdine asked. “Was it sad to be made into the sliph?”

“They took sadness from me when they made me.”

“Did they take happiness, too?” Kahlan whispered.

“They left me with duty.”

Even in this, they had made a mistake. They left some of who the sliph had been so that they could use her. The part they left would submit to anyone with the price required: magic. They had been tripped up by her nature. They used her, but had to guard her, because she would offer herself to anyone—even the enemy—who had the required price.

“Sliph,” Richard said, “I’m so sorry that we wizards did this to you. They had no right. I’m so sorry.”

The sliph smiled. “Wizard Ricker told me that if any Master said those words to me, I should tell them these words from him: ‘Ward left in. Ward right out. Guard your heart from stone.’ ”

“What does that mean?”

“He did not explain the words to me.”

Richard felt sick. Were they going to die because of a three-thousand-year-old fight for power? Perhaps Jagang was right; perhaps magic had no place in the world any longer.

Richard turned back to the others.

“Berdine, you need to get some sleep. Raina has to be up early to relieve Cara. She needs to get to bed, too. Set a guard for Kahlan’s rooms and then both of you get some rest. I’ve had enough of this day, too.”

Richard was in a dead sleep when he awakened to a hand pushing at him. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes, trying to gather his senses in a panic.

“What? What is it?” His voice sounded to him like gravel being poured from a bucket.

“Lord Rahl?” came a tearful voice. “Are you awake?”

Richard squinted up at the figure holding a lamp. At first, he couldn’t make out who it was.

“Berdine?” He had never seen her in anything but her leather uniform before. She was standing in his room in a white nightdress. Her hair was down. He had never seen Berdine without her hair in the single braid. It was a disorienting sight.

Richard swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pulled his pants on in a rush. “Berdine, what is it? What’s wrong?”

She wiped at the tears on her face. “Lord Rahl, please, come.” She let out a sob. “Raina is sick.”