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When Kahlan glanced over and saw that Richard had fallen sound asleep, she decided to go outside and watch for Owen and Tom. Cara, leaning against the wall beside Richard, guarding him while he slept, nodded when Kahlan whispered to her, telling her where she was going. Jennsen, seeing that Kahlan was heading for the door, quietly followed her out. Betty had fallen asleep beside Richard, so Jennsen left her there.
The moonlit night had cooled. Kahlan thought she should be sleepy, but she was wide awake. She followed the brick path out between the buildings toward the alley.
“Owen will be back soon,” Jennsen said. “Try not to worry. It will be over, soon.”
Kahlan glanced over in the dark. “Even after he has the antidote, we still have his gift to worry about. Zedd is too far. We’re going to have to get to Nicci right away. She is the only one close enough that might know what to do to help him.”
“Do you think the trouble with his gift is getting worse?”
Kahlan was haunted by the pain she so often saw in his eyes. But there was more to it.
“When he used the sword the last two times I could see that even the sword’s magic had failed him. He’s in more trouble with his gift than he will admit.”
Jennsen chewed her lower lip as she watched Kahlan pace. “Tonight he will have the antidote,” she finally said in soft assurance. “Soon, we can be on our way to Nicci.”
Kahlan turned when she thought she heard a noise in the distance. It had sounded like the crunch of a footstep. Two dark figures appeared off at the end of the alleyway. By the way one of them towered over the other, Kahlan was pretty sure that it was Tom and Owen. She wanted to run to meet them, but she knew how deadly tricks could be, so she drew Jennsen back with her around the corner of the building, into the darkest part of the shadows. This was no time to get careless.
When the two men reached the narrow walkway and started to turn in, Kahlan stepped out in front of them, prepared to unleash her power if necessary.
“Mother Confessor—it’s me, Tom, and Owen,” Tom whispered.
Jennsen let out a breath. “Are we ever glad to see you back.”
Owen looked both ways down the alley. When he turned to check, Kahlan saw moonlight reflect off tears running down his face.
“Mother Confessor, we have trouble,” Tom said.
Owen spread his hands. “Mother Confessor, I, I…”
Kahlan grabbed his shirt in both fists. “What’s wrong? The antidote was there, wasn’t it? You have it, don’t you?”
“No.” Owen choked back his tears and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “Instead of the bottle of antidote, I found this in its hiding place.”
Kahlan snatched it out of his hands. With trembling fingers, she unfolded the paper. She turned as she held it close so she could read it in the light of the moon.
I have the antidote. I also hold by a thread the lives of the people of Bandakar. I can end all their lives as easily as I can end the life of Richard Rahl.
I will give over the antidote and the lives of all the people in this empire in exchange for the Mother Confessor.
Bring the Mother Confessor to the bridge over the river one mile to the east of where you are. In one hour, if I do not have the Mother Confessor, I will pour the antidote in the river and then I will see to it that all the people of this city die.
Signed, Emperor Nicholas
Kahlan, her heart racing out of control, started east.
Tom grabbed her arm and held her back. “Mother Confessor, I know what it says.”
Kahlan’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking. “Then you know why I have no choice.”
Jennsen put herself in front of Kahlan to stop her from starting out once again. “What does the letter say?”
“Nicholas wants me in exchange for the antidote.”
Jennsen put her hands against Kahlan’s shoulders to stop her. “What?”
“That’s what the letter says. Nicholas wants me in exchange for the lives of everyone else in this empire and the antidote to save Richard’s life.”
“The lives of everyone else…but how could he carry out such a threat?”
“Nicholas is a wizard. There are any number of deadly things available to such a man. If nothing else, he could use wizard’s fire and incinerate the entire city.”
“But his magic won’t harm the people here—they’re pristinely ungifted, the same as me.”
“If he uses wizard’s fire to set a building ablaze, like we did to those soldiers sleeping back in Owen’s town, it won’t matter to the people inside how the fire started. Once the buildings catch fire, then it’s just regular fire—fire that will kill anyone. If not that, Nicholas has soldiers here. He could immediately start executing people. He could have thousands beheaded in hardly any time at all. I can’t even imagine what else he could do, but he put this letter where the antidote was hidden, so I know he’s not bluffing.”
Kahlan stepped around Jennsen and started out again. She couldn’t make herself stop trembling. She tried to slow her racing heart, but that didn’t work, either. Richard had to have the antidote. That was what mattered. She focused her attention ahead as she marched swiftly up the dark street.
Tom paced along beside her, opposite Jennsen. “Mother Confessor, wait. We have to think this out.”
“I already have.”
“We can take a force of men to the meeting place—take the antidote by force.”
Kahlan kept going. “From a wizard? I don’t think so. Besides, if Nicholas were to see such a force coming he would probably pour the antidote in the river. Then what? We have to do as he demands. We have to get our hands on the antidote, get it safely away from them.”
“What makes you think that after Nicholas has you he won’t then pour it in the river?” Tom asked.
“We’ll have to make the exchange in a way that best insures we get the antidote. We aren’t going to rely on his goodwill and honesty. Owen and Jennsen are pristinely ungifted. They won’t be harmed by his magic. They can help make sure we get the antidote in the exchange.”
Jennsen pulled her hair away from her face as she leaned close. “Kahlan, you can’t do this. You can’t. Please, Richard will go crazy—we all will. Please, for his sake, don’t do this.”
“At least he will be alive to go crazy.”
Tears streamed down Jennsen’s face. “But this is suicide!”
Kahlan watched the buildings, the streets, making sure there were no troops to hem them in. “Let’s hope Nicholas thinks so, too.”
“Mother Confessor,” Owen pleaded, “you can’t do this. This is what Lord Rahl has shown us is wrong. You can’t bargain with a man like Nicholas. You can’t try to appease evil.”
“I have no intention of appeasing Nicholas.”
Jennsen wiped tears from her cheek. “What do you mean?”
Kahlan stiffened her resolve. “What is our best chance of getting rid of the Imperial Order in this city—and all of Bandakar? Eliminating Nicholas. How better to get close to him than to make him think he has won?”
Jennsen blinked in surprise. “You intend to touch him with your power. That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it? You think you will have a chance to touch him with your Confessor power.”
“If I get him in my sight, he’s dead.”
“Richard would never agree to this,” Jennsen said.
“I’m not asking him. This is my decision.”
Tom stepped in front of her, blocking the way. “Mother Confessor, I’m sworn to protect the Lord Rahl, and I understand risking your life to protect him—but this is different. You may be acting to try to save his life, but at what cost? We would lose too much. You can’t do this.”
Owen moved around in front of her, too. “I agree. Lord Rahl will be more than crazy if you exchange yourself for the antidote.”
Jennsen nodded her agreement. “He will kill us all. He will take off our heads for allowing you to do this.”
Kahlan smiled at th
eir tense expressions. She put a hand to the side of Jennsen’s face.
“Remember back just after we’d met you, and I told you that there were times when there was no choice but to act?”
Jennsen nodded, her tears returning.
