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Nathan cast a sidelong glance at Ann. “We’ve been at it for two hours, Richard.”
“Two hours?”
“I’m afraid there is nothing I can do, my boy.” By the sound of his voice, he meant it.
Richard ran his fingers back through his hair. “What are you talking about? You’re the one who told me the last time, when I had this problem, joining with a wizard would set it straight. You said it was a simple matter for a wizard to fix such a disharmony with the gift.”
“That’s the way it should be. But your gift is somehow tangled up into a knot that’s strangling you.”
“But you’re a prophet, a wizard. Ann, you’re a sorceress. Together you both probably know more about magic than anyone who has lived in thousands of years.”
“Richard, there has not been another born like you in the last three thousand years. We don’t know that much about how your particular gift works.” Ann paused to push stray strands of gray hair back into the bun at the back of her head. “We tried, Richard. I swear to you, we both tried our best. Your gift is beyond Nathan’s help, even with my ability enhancing his power. We tried everything we know, and even a few things we thought up. None of it had any effect. We cannot help you.”
“So, what must I do?”
Nathan’s azure eyes turned away. “Your gift is killing you, Richard. I don’t know the cause, but I’m afraid that it has spiraled into a phase that is out of control and fatal.”
Ann’s eyes were wet. “Richard…I’m so sorry.”
Richard looked from one distraught face to the other.
“I guess it doesn’t really matter,” Richard said.
Nathan frowned. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter?”
Richard rose up, groping for the wall to keep his balance. “I’ve been poisoned. The antidote is gone…. There is no cure. I’m afraid that I’m running out of time. I guess the joke is on my gift—something else is going to get me first.”
Ann stood and gripped his upper arms. “Richard, we can’t help you right now, but you can at least rest while we try to figure out—”
“No.” Richard waved off her concern. “No. I can’t waste what little time I have left. I have to get to Kahlan.”
Ann cleared her throat. “Richard, at the Palace of the Prophets, Nathan and I waited for your birth for a very long time. We worked to clear those obstacles that Prophecy showed us lay in your path. The prophecies name you as central to the course of the future of the world. In fact, they say you are the only one with a chance; we need you to lead us in this battle.
“We don’t know what is wrong with your gift, but we can work on it. You must be here so that if we come up with a solution, we can set your power right.”
“I’ll not live for you to cure me. Don’t you see? The poison is killing me. It has three states. I’m already entering the third state: blindness. I’m going to die. I must use what time I have left to find Kahlan. You aren’t going to have me to lead you, but if I can get her away from Nicholas, you will have her to lead the struggle in my place.”
“You know where she is, then?” Nathan asked.
Richard realized that in the state of focused, concentrated thought, as he was adrift in that quiet place while Nathan was trying to help him, it had come to him where Nicholas most likely had taken Kahlan. He had to get there while Nicholas was still there with her.
“Yes, I believe I do.”
Richard pulled open the door. Cara, sitting right outside, shot to her feet. Her expectant expression quickly withered when he shook his head, signaling that it hadn’t worked.
“We have to get going. Right away. I think I know where Nicholas took Kahlan. We have to hurry.”
“You know?” Jennsen asked, holding Betty close by the rope.
“Yes. We need to leave at once.”
“Where is she, then?” Jennsen asked.
Richard gestured. “Owen, remember how you told us about a fortified encampment the Imperial Order built when they first came to Bandakar and they were worried about their safety?”
“Back near my town,” Owen said.
Richard nodded. “That’s right. I think Nicholas took Kahlan there. It’s a secure place they built to hold some of the women captive. There would be plenty of soldiers to protect him and it’s the kind of place built specifically to be defensible, so it would be much more difficult to approach than his place, here, in the city.”
“Then how will we approach it?” Jennsen asked.
“We’ll have to figure that out once we get there and see the place.”
Nathan joined Richard at the door. “Ann and I will go with you. We might be able to help rescue Kahlan from the Slide. While we travel the two of us can work on a solution for untangling your gift.”
Richard gripped Nathan’s shoulder. “There are no horses in this land. If you can run and keep up with us, you’re welcome, but I can’t afford to slow for you. I don’t have much time, and neither does Kahlan. Nicholas will not likely hold her there long. After he pauses for rest and supplies and then leaves this land, it will be even more difficult to find him. We have no time to lose. We’re going to have to travel as swiftly as possible.”
Nathan’s eyes turned down in disappointment.
Ann drew Richard into a brief hug. “We’re far too old to keep up the speed afoot that you and these young people can. When you get her away from the Slide, come back and we’ll do our best to help you. We’ll work on the problem while you’re getting her out of his clutches. Come back then, and we’ll have a solution.”
Richard knew that he would never live that long, but there was no point in saying it. “All right. What can you tell me about a Slide?”
Nathan drew his thumb along his jaw as he considered the question. “Slides are soul stealers. There is no defense against them. Even I would be powerless to stop them.”
Richard didn’t suppose that needed any explanation. “Cara, Jennsen, Tom, you can come with me.”
“What about us?” Owen asked.
Anson stood close by, looking eager to be included, and nodded at Owen’s suggestion. There were others as well, who had stood vigil outside the place where Nathan had tried to help Richard. They were all men who had fought hard. If he was to get Kahlan back, he would likely need some men, at least.
“Your help would be welcome. I think most of the men should stay here with Nathan and Ann. The people here in Hawton need to have you men explain everything to them—help them to understand all that you’ve learned. They will need to mak
e some changes to adjust to interacting with the world out there now open to them.”
As Richard started away, Nathan grabbed ahold of his sleeve. “Richard, as far as I know, you have no defense against a soul stealer, but there is one thing I recall from an old tome in the vaults in the Palace of the Prophets.”
“I’m listening.”
“They somehow travel outside their body…send their own spirit out.”
Richard rubbed his fingertips across his brow as he thought about Nathan’s words. “That has to be how he was watching me, tracking me. I believe he watched me through the eyes of huge birds that live here, called black-tipped races. If what you’re saying is right, then maybe he leaves his body in order to do this.” Richard looked up at Nathan. “How does this help me?”
Nathan leaned closer, cocking his head to peer with one azure eye. “That is when they are vulnerable—when they are out of their body.”
Richard lifted his sword a few inches in the scabbard to be sure it was clear. “Any idea how to catch him outside of his body?” He let the sword drop back.
Nathan straightened. “Afraid not.”
Richard nodded his thanks anyway and stepped down out of the doorway. “Owen, how far is this fortified encampment?”
“Back close to where the path used to go out through the boundary.”
That was why Richard hadn’t seen it; they had come on the ancient route used by Kaja-Rang. Ordinarily, it would be a journey of well over a week. They didn’t have nearly that long.
He took in all the faces watching him. “Nicholas has quite a head start on us and he will be in a hurry to escape with his prize. If we travel swiftly and don’t stop long to rest, there’s a good chance we can still catch up with him by the time he reaches their encampment. We need to be on our way at once.”
“We’re only waiting for you, Lord Rahl,” Cara said.
So was Kahlan.
Chapter 61
Each day of hard travel, Richard’s condition worsened, but his fear for Kahlan drove him relentlessly onward. Most of the time, hour after hour, through sunlight, darkness, and occasional rain, they ran at a steady lope. Richard used a staff he’d cut himself to help keep his balance. When he thought he would be unable to go on, Richard deliberately picked up the pace to remind himself that he could not give up. They stopped at night only long enough to get a few hours’ sleep.
