The Third Kingdom

CHAPTER 85

Kahlan gestured around at all the ashen figures of the dead sprawled across the hillside. “What is all this?”

“A long story,” Richard said.

“Right now we need to get you both back to the People’s Palace,” Zedd told her.

Kahlan knew by the looks on all the faces around her that something was going on. “Is there a problem?”

“I’m afraid there is,” Richard said. “We both have been touched with death from the Hedge Maid. We are infected with the poison of that touch.”

Kahlan blinked. She remembered some of being Jit’s prisoner, of being tangled helplessly in the web of thorn vines, of having those awful creatures dancing around and bleeding her. But she didn’t remember all that had happened. She had lost consciousness and as she faded away, so too did her memory of those terrible events.

Apparently, she didn’t recall some of the worst of it. “We were touched with death?”

“I’m afraid so,” Nicci said. “Richard too. At least before it happened, he was able to block it enough that at least it didn’t kill you right then and there.”

“You mean, you think it still might?” Kahlan asked.

“We can cure you both of it,” Zedd assured her when he saw the look on her face. “But not here.”

“You need to know the truth of how serious it still is,” Nicci said with brutal honesty. “You both carry death within you. You need to know that if we don’t get death’s touch out of you, you both will die. We can do that, but only in a containment field.”

“The Garden of Life,” Kahlan suggested.

Zedd and Nicci both smiled as they nodded.

Kahlan was relieved that at least they had a solution. She could see why they were eager to get back to the palace. Now, she was eager as well.

“Lord Rahl,” one of the men of the First File called out as he ran up to them. “There are stables here.” He pointed off to a building beyond the shade of some oaks. “It looks like a few of the horses are gone, but there are still others, and there is a carriage as well.”

Zedd heaved a sigh of relief. “Good. That will help get us back quicker—and save their strength. We need to leave at once.”

“Did you find the abbot?” Richard asked Nicci.

She shook her head. “It looks like he’s gone. I would guess that he’s been gone for a while, now.”

“He’s probably the one who took the horses,” the soldier said.

Richard’s jaw clenched. “We need to go after him.”

“No, we don’t need to go after him,” Nicci said in the kind of voice that prevented even Richard from thinking about arguing. She swept a finger around at everyone there. “And neither do any of these men. I want them all with us. I want as much protection as possible.”

“I agree,” Cara said. “They all stay with us.”

Kahlan sensed something else was wrong. Despite their having just won a battle, there was a shadow of something over the assembled group. Kahlan didn’t know what it could be. She thought Cara’s voice, especially, sounded a bit somber.

Nicci nodded her agreement. “You know what happened the last time we were attacked. We had more men, then, and we were still overrun and taken captive. We can’t let that happen again. Being in the hands of those half people once was one too many times.”

“Half people?” Kahlan said.

Everyone ignored the question.

“It’s more important to get you both back to the palace right away,” Zedd said, more diplomatically. “Kahlan’s life is more important than going after Abbot Dreier.”

Kahlan could still read the concern in Zedd’s voice. At the mention of the importance of Kahlan’s well-being, she could see the tension go out of Richard’s muscles as he let his anger over Ludwig Dreier go. Up until that point, he had been in a fighting mood.

“You’re right,” he said, his voice considerably quieter. “We’ll have to deal with Abbot Dreier, Hannis Arc, and the spirit king later, after Kahlan and I are healed.”

“Spirit king?” Kahlan asked.

“Long story for later,” he said, not looking at her.

In his voice, she could sense the same deadly weight of the poison that she felt in herself. She knew that Zedd and Nicci weren’t being extra cautious. She knew that the situation was serious, and they needed to get back to the palace right away.

“You can get this out of us, right?” she asked as she looked back and forth between Zedd and Nicci. “The truth.”

“The truth?” Nicci asked. “I think so.”

“But you aren’t sure,” Kahlan said as she tipped her head toward the sorceress.

Nicci smiled, brightening her beautiful face just a bit, although not as much as Kahlan would have liked. “I believe we can, Kahlan. That’s the truth. But we need to get you to the Garden of Life if we are to have a chance. Such magic as this requires can only be done in a containment field.”

Kahlan didn’t like the sound of that, but she was glad that she and Richard were in the hands of the best. There was no one other than Zedd and Nicci she would rather have healing them.

Richard sighed. “I suppose the omen machine will be pleased to have me back and I’m sure it will have a lot to say about all this,” he said half to himself as he finally sheathed his sword. “It did, after all, give me the key to saving Kahlan from the Hedge Maid, so it seems like it knows something about what’s going on. I need to find out what it knows.” He let out another sigh. “At least, before I have to end prophecy.”

Zedd leaned in, his bushy white eyebrows drawing together. “End prophecy? What are you talking about, my boy?”

Richard waved dismissively. As he did, Kahlan saw a ring on his right hand that she had never seen before. “Long story for later,” he told his grandfather.

The mysterious ring had a Grace on it.

“Richard,” she said, reaching out and running a finger over the ancient symbol on the ring, “where did this come from?”

Richard gave her the oddest look. “From a distant ancestor of yours.”

“What are you talking about?”

He waved off the question. “Part of the long story for later.”

“If I survive this touch of death and live long enough. If I can even be cured of it.”

Nicci laid a hand on Kahlan’s arm and smiled warmly. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s serious, and I don’t want to fool you and say it’s not, but I’m confident that I can take care of it. You will both be fine.”

Kahlan nodded, feeling a bit better, but still sensing the odd mood.

“All right,” Richard said. “We need to see to that cure.” He turned to the soldiers. “Get the horses ready and let’s head back to the palace.”

“Won’t be too soon for me,” one of them said. “I’ve had enough of the Dark Lands to last me a lifetime.”

“I’d have to agree with that,” Richard said as they started for the stables.

“We’ll be home before you know it,” Zedd said with a reassuring smile back over his shoulder as he stepped out to lead the way for Richard and Kahlan. Kahlan thought the smile looked forced.

“Richard,” Kahlan whispered as she leaned close to him, “What’s wrong with Cara? She looks … I don’t know. She doesn’t look right. Something is wrong. What is it?” She glanced around at the soldiers of the First File. “And where’s Ben. Shouldn’t he be here?”

Richard’s face paled. “We lost Ben.”

Kahlan felt like the ground fell out from under her. She suddenly understood the uneasy, unspoken feeling she was picking up from everyone.

“What?”

Gaze downcast, Richard swallowed. “I tried … we all tried. We couldn’t…”

A lump rising in her throat, Kahlan turned and ran to Cara, taking hold of her arms to stop the woman. “Cara…”

Looking into those blue eyes, Kahlan couldn’t speak past that lump in her throat.

Cara nodded knowingly, her lip trembling just a little. She put her hand on the back of Kahlan’s head and pulled it against her shoulder.

“He gave his life to protect us,” Cara said. “It was what he would have wanted. I’m proud of him.”

“Me too,” Kahlan said through her tears. “Dear spirits, please protect him, now.”