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“I am Lord Rahl now,” Drefan said as he strode up behind Kahlan.
Cara sneered at him. “You are no Lord Rahl. You do not have the gift.”
Drefan met her glare. “I’m all the Lord Rahl you have, now. Someone has to hold the D’Haran empire together.”
Kahlan clutched Richard’s black shirt to her stomach. “I am the Mother Confessor. I will hold the alliance together.”
“You, my dear, have lost your power, too. You are no longer a Confessor, much less the Mother Confessor.” He reached down and gripped Kahlan under her arm. His powerful fingers tightened painfully as he lifted her. “You are my wife, now, and you will do as I tell you to do. You have sworn an oath to obey me.”
Cara reached out to force him to let go of Kahlan. Drefan backhanded her across the mouth, knocking her to the ground.
“And you, Cara, are a toothless snake now. If you wish to stick around, then you will have to obey me. If not, I have no use for you. For now, only we know that your Agiel doesn’t work. Keep it that way. You will protect me as any Lord Rahl.”
Cara gave him a venomous look as she wiped the blood from her mouth. “You are not the Lord Rahl.”
“No?” He lifted the Sword of Truth, Richard’s sword, and let it drop back into its scabbard. “Well, I am the Seeker, now.”
“You are not the Seeker, either,” Kahlan growled. “Richard is the Seeker.”
“Richard? There is no Richard anymore. I am now Lord Rahl, and the Seeker.” Drefan pulled Kahlan against him, his Darken Rahl eyes burning into her. “And you are my wife. At least you will be, once we consummate the marriage. But this is neither the time nor place. We have to get back. There is work to be done.”
“Never. If you ever touch me, I’ll cut your throat.”
“You have sworn an oath before the spirits. You will do as you have sworn.” Drefan smiled. “You’re a whore. You’ll enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it, to be pleased, I really do.”
“How dare you call me that! I am no whore, especially yours!”
His smile widened. “Really? Then how did you betray Richard? Why would he walk away without even looking back? My guess would be that you enjoyed it, when you thought it was me. I’d say Richard saw you for the whore you are. When it really is me, you will find pleasure in it, then, too. I’ll like that.”
60
Verna gently shoved Warren. “Wake up. Someone is coming.”
Warren knuckled his eyes. “I’m awake.”
Verna glanced back at the other windows, to make sure that the dead guards were still propped up to make it appear they were on watch. A light from a lamp on the table was just enough to show those outside the guards at the windows, but it would provide enough light to see her and Warren, too, so they stayed away from the windows.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
“Better. I think I’m all right, now.”
He had been unconscious earlier. The headaches caused by the gift were coming closer and closer together. Verna didn’t know what to do for him. She didn’t know how long it would be before his gift killed him. The only thing she could think to do was to stick to her plan. Warren had said that prophecy had told him that his only chance was to be with her.
Out the window, in the darkness, she could see two shadowed figures approaching up the road. In the distance, on the hills, campfires by the thousands made the countryside look like a lake’s reflection of the starry sky.
Verna shuddered to think of the hundreds of thousands of brutes in those tents. The sooner they left this place, the better. She was thankful they weren’t going up into Jagang’s stronghold again. They wouldn’t be able to pull off that kind of magic twice. The spells Warren had used would not trick the guards again.
Thankfully, once was enough. This time, her friends, Janet and Amelia, were coming out to meet her and Warren. If that was, in fact, Janet and Amelia she saw approaching.
It had to be. This was the fourth night after the full moon. This was where they were to meet. Janet had said that Amelia would be back from the tents by now.
Verna feared to think of what kind of shape Amelia would be in. She would probably need to be healed. Verna hoped that it wouldn’t take long; it was close to dawn.
She and Warren had taken turns at short naps. They had a lot of traveling to do, to get back to General Reibisch and his army, and they needed to be rested for the journey. Verna wanted to be as far away from this place as she could get in case an alert rose from the stronghold.
Verna hoped that Janet had already told Amelia about the bond to Richard so that she wouldn’t have to waste time with that, too. As soon as Amelia was sworn to Richard, the bond would protect her, too, from the dream walker. Then they could escape.
Verna dearly wanted to rescue the rest of the Sisters, but she knew that presumption was a road to ruin. On her twenty-year journey away from the cloistered life of the Palace of the Prophets, Verna had learned that out in the world, a Sister had to do her work with care if there was to be any hope of success. Rescuing the rest of the Sisters would be worse than tricky, and it would do them no good if Verna got herself caught while trying to rescue them all at once. Best be aware of your limitations and take it one step at a time. She would get the rest of the Sisters safely away from the dream walker, in due time.
Right now, it was most important to get her two friends out, get information from them that would help her to rescue the rest, and get Warren some help. Without Warren, their cause would be jeopardized; Warren was a prophet, just beginning to come into his talent—if that talent didn’t kill him before they could get him the help he needed.
One step at a time, she reminded herself. Use care, use your head, and you have the best chance of success.
A knock came at the door. Verna cracked it open and peeked out as Warren called out like a guard for them to announce themselves.
“Two of His Excellency’s slaves, Sister Janet and Sister Amelia.”
Verna pulled open the door, reached out, snatching the cloak of one, yanked her in, and then the other. Verna flattened them both against the wall so they couldn’t be seen from the windows.
“Thank the Creator,” Verna said with a sigh. “I thought you two would never get here.”
Both women stood with wide eyes, trembling like frightened rabbits. Sister Amelia’s face was bruised, cut, and swollen.
Warren moved close to Verna. She took his hand as she looked from one white face to the other. Her heart ached for Amelia’s obvious pain. But there was something more in her eyes: terror.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“You lied to us,” Janet said in a pained whisper.
“What are you talking about?”
“The bond. The bond to protect us from His Excellency. I told Amelia about it. She swore the oath to Richard, as you told it to me.”
Verna frowned and leaned closer. “What in Creation are you saying? I told you, it will keep Jagang from entering your mind.”
Janet slowly shook her head. “No, Verna, it won’t. Not from my mind, not from Amelia’s… not from Warren’s… not from yours.”
Verna laid a comforting hand on Janet’s arm, trying to calm the frightened woman. “Yes, it will, Janet. You must only believe, and you will be protected.”
Janet slowly shook her head again. “Before I swore the oath to Richard, Jagang was in my mind. He knew my thoughts. He knew what you told me. He knew it all.”
Verna covered her mouth in horror. She hadn’t considered that possibility.
“But you swore the oath. That protects you, now.”
Again, Janet slowly shook her head. “It did, for the first day, but four days ago, on the night of the full moon, His Excellency returned to my mind. I didn’t know it. I told Amelia about the oath. She swore, as had I. We thought we were safe. We thought that when you came back, we would escape with you.”
“You will,” Verna assured her. “We all will escape right now.”
/> “None of us is going to escape, Verna. Jagang has you. He has Warren. He told us that he slipped into the cracks of your minds while you slept, the first night after the full moon.” Tears filled Janet’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Verna. You should never have come here to rescue me. It is to cost you both your freedom.”
Verna smiled through her rising panic. “Janet, that just isn’t possible. The bond protects us.”
“It would,” Janet said in a suddenly gruff, suddenly sinister voice, “were Richard Rahl still alive. But Richard Rahl departed the world of the living four nights ago, on the night of the full moon.”
Janet laughed a hearty belly laugh, even as tears ran down her face.
Verna couldn’t draw a breath. “Richard… is… dead?”
Warren slapped his hands to the sides of his head as he let out a cry of anguish. “No! No!”
Verna clutched at him as he sank toward the floor. “Warren! What is it?”
“His Excellency… His Excellency has tasks for me.”
