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Verna thanked the young man and made her way across the soft ground, Rikka at her side. The tent was away from the main activity of the camp, in a quieter area where officers often met with scouts just back from patrols. Verna’s mind raced, trying to imagine what news scouts could have brought back. There was no alarm, so the passes still held. If there was trouble, there would be a flurry of activity in the camp, but it seemed about the same as any other day.
Guards saw Verna coming and ducked into the tent to announce her arrival. Almost immediately, the general stepped out of the tent and rushed to meet her. His blue eyes reflected iron determination. The man’s face, though, was ashen.
“I saw Rikka,” Verna explained as General Meiffert dipped his head in a hurried greeting. “I thought I ought to bring her just in case you needed her, too.”
The tall, blond-headed D’Haran glanced briefly at Rikka. “Yes, that’s fine. Come in, please, both of you.”
Verna snatched his sleeve. “What’s this about? What’s going on? Is something wrong?”
The general’s eyes moved to Rikka and back to Verna. “We’ve had a message from Jagang.”
Rikka leaned in, her voice taking on an edge. “How did a messenger from Jagang get through without someone killing them?”
It was standard practice that no one came through for any reason. They didn’t want so much as a mouse making it through. There was no telling if it might be some kind of trick.
“It was a small wagon, pulled by a single horse.” He tilted his head toward Verna. “The men thought the wagon was empty. Remembering your instructions, they let it through.”
Verna was somewhat surprised that Ann’s warning to let an empty wagon through had been so correct. “A wagon came of its own accord? An empty wagon drove itself in?”
“Not exactly. The men who saw it thought it was empty. The horse appears to be a workhorse that is used to walking roads, so it plodded along the road as it had been trained.” General Meiffert pressed his lips together at the confusion on Verna’s face and then turned away from the tent. “Come on, and I’ll show you.”
He led them to the third tent down the line and held the flap aside. Verna ducked in, followed by Rikka and the general. On a bench inside sat a young novice, Holly, with her arm around a very frightened-looking girl no more than ten years old.
“I asked Holly to stay with her,” General Meiffert whispered. “I thought it might make her less nervous than a soldier standing over her.”
“Of course,” Verna said. “Very wise of you. She’s the one who brought the message, then?”
The young general nodded. “She was sitting in the back of the wagon, so the men seeing it coming at first thought it was empty.”
Verna now understood why such a messenger got through. Soldiers weren’t nearly so likely to kill a child, and the Sisters could test her to insure she was no threat. Verna wondered if Zedd would have something to say about that; threat often came in surprising packages. Verna approached the pair on the bench, smiling as she bent down.
“I’m Verna. Are you all right, young lady?” The girl nodded. “Would you like something to eat?”
Trembling slightly as her big brown eyes took in the people looking at her, she nodded again.
“Prelate,” Holly said, “Valery already went to get her something.”
“I see,” Verna said, holding the smile in place. She knelt down and gently patted the girl’s hands in her lap to reassure her. “Do you live around here?”
The girl’s big brown eyes blinked, trying to judge the danger of the adult before her. She calmed just a little at Verna’s smile and kind touch. “A bit of travel to the north, ma’am.”
“And someone sent you to see us?”
The big brown eyes filled with tears, but she didn’t cry. “My parents are back there, down over the pass. The soldiers there have them. As guests, they said. Men came and took us to their army. We’ve had to stay there for the last few weeks. Today they told me to take a letter over the pass to the people here. They said that if I did as I was told, they would let my mother and father and me go home.”
Verna again patted the girl’s small hands. “I see. Well, that’s good of you to help your parents.”
“I just want to go home.”
“And you shall, child.” Verna straightened. “We’ll get you some food, dear, so you have a full tummy before you go back to your parents.”
The girl stood and curtsied. “Thank you for your kindness. May I go back after I eat, then?”
“Certainly,” Verna said. “I’ll just go read the letter you brought while you have a nice meal, and then you can return to your parents.”
As she sat back up on the bench, squirming her bottom back beside Holly, she couldn’t help keeping a wary eye on the Mord-Sith.
Trying not to show any apprehension, Verna smiled her good-bye to the girl before leading the others out of the tent. She couldn’t even imagine what Jagang was up to.
“What’s in the letter?” Verna asked as they hurried to the command tent.
General Meiffert paused outside the tent, his thumb burnishing a brass button on his coat as he met Verna’s gaze. “I’d just as soon you read it for yourself, Prelate. Some of it is plain enough. Some of it, well, some of it I’m hoping you can explain to me.”
Stepping into the tent, Verna saw Captain Zimmer waiting off to the side. The square-jawed man was absent his usual infectious smile. The captain was in charge of the D’Haran special forces, a group of men whose job it was to go out and spend their days and nights sneaking around in enemy territory killing as many of the
enemy as possible. There seemed to be an endless supply. The captain seemed determined to use up the supply.
The men in Captain Zimmer’s corps were very good at what they did. They collected strings of ears they took from the enemies they killed. Kahlan used to always ask to see their collection whenever they returned. The captain and his men dearly missed her.
They all glanced up at a flash of lightning. The storm was getting closer. After a moment’s pause, the ground shook with the rolling rumble of thunder.
General Meiffert retrieved a small folded paper from the table and handed it to Verna.
“This is what the girl brought.”
Looking briefly to the two men’s grim expressions, Verna unfolded the paper and read the neat script.
I have Wizard Zorander and a sorceress named Adie. I now hold the Wizard’s Keep in Aydindril and all it contains. My Slide will soon present me with Lord Rahl and the Mother Confessor.
Your cause is lost. If you surrender now and open the passes, I will spare your men. If you do not, I will put every one of them to death.
Signed, Jagang the Just.
The arm holding the paper in her trembling fingers lowered.
“Dear Creator,” Verna whispered. She felt dizzy.
Rikka snatched the paper from her hand and stood facing away as she read it. She cursed under her breath.
“We have to go get him,” Rikka said. “We have to get Zedd and Adie away from Jagang.”
Captain Zimmer shook his head. “There is no way we could accomplish such a thing.”
Rikka’s face went red with rage. “He’s saved my life before! Yours, too! We have to get him out of there!”
In contrast to Rikka’s anger, Verna spoke softly. “We all feel the same about him. Zedd has probably saved all of our lives more than once. Unfortunately, Jagang will do all the worse to him for it.”
Rikka shook the message before their faces. “So we are just going to let him die there? Let Jagang kill him? We sneak in, or something!”
