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“I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. You were right about everything and so much more. I’m so sorry. It’s all ended now and it’s my fault. I’m so sorry. I should have believed you.”
She started to almost melt through his grip. Sitting on the floor in front of her, he gathered her up into his arms, much like he had gathered up Jillian.
“Nicci, you were the only one who made me go on when I was ready to give up. You were the only one who made me fight.”
Nicci’s arms came up around his neck when he pulled her close. She felt hot from the fever of her anguish.
She sobbed and kept mumbling how sorry she was, how she should have believed in him about the rest of it, how it was all too late now, how she wanted to end the pain and die.
Richard held her head to his shoulder as he whispered to her that it would be all right, whispered his comfort, rocked her gently and quieted her without saying anything of consequence except in its empathy.
He remembered, then, when he had first met Kahlan and they had spent that first night in a wayward pine. She had nearly been pulled back into the underworld and he had drawn her back at the last moment. Kahlan had cried like this, in abject terror and misery, but more than that, with the release of having someone hold her.
Kahlan had never had anyone she valued hold her when she cried.
He knew, now, that Nicci never had either.
As he held her in his arms, giving her the unopposed comfort she so needed, she exhausted herself until, feeling safe as perhaps never before, she drifted into sleep. It was such a profound pleasure to be able to give her that rare refuge that he wept silently as he held her and she slept, safe, in his arms.
He must have fallen asleep for a brief time because when he opened his eyes there was pale light coming through the walls of the summer tent. When he lifted his head, Nicci stirred in his arms, like a child cuddling closer and never wanting to wake.
But she did, rather suddenly when she realized where she was.
She looked up into his eyes, her blue eyes weary. “Richard,” she whispered in what he knew would be the beginning of the same thing.
He pressed his fingertips to her lips, halting her words.
“We have a lot of things to deal with. Tell me what you learned so that we can get on with it.”
She put the white dress in his hands. “You were right about almost everything, even if you didn’t know the mechanism. Sister Ulicia and her small band wanted to remain free from the dream walker, just as you said. They resolved, since you value life, to give you immortality. Anything else they did, no matter how destructive, they viewed as of secondary importance. This gave them the freedom to pursue freeing the Keeper.”
Richard’s eyes went wider as he listened.
“They found Chainfire and used it to make everyone forget Kahlan so that they could steal the boxes of Orden. Your father, in the underworld, let the Keeper know that you have memorized the book they need. They know that they need a Confessor to obtain the truth. Kahlan accomplishes two tasks, stealing the boxes, and helping to get the truth of the book you know.
“Chainfire, not the prophecy worm, is also responsible for what is happening to prophecy.
“The Sisters have two of the boxes of Orden and they put them in play. They have launched that phase of their plan for two reasons: because they want to use Orden to call the Keeper into the world of life, and because the boxes of Orden were created as a counter to the power that can be engendered with Chainfire”
Richard blinked. “What do you mean, they only have two boxes? I thought they used Kahlan to steal all three. All three were in the Garden of Life.”
“Kahlan brought out one box. They gave it to Tovi and had her start out while they sent Kahlan back in for the other two—”
“Sent her back?” Richard frowned. “What are you leaving out?”
Nicci licked her lips, but she didn’t break his gaze. “The reason for Tovi’s scream.”
Richard felt his eyes watering. A lump rose in his throat.
Nicci laid a hand over his heart. “We’ll get her back, Richard.”
He clenched his teeth and nodded. “So then what happened?”
“The new Seeker surprised Tovi, stabbed her, and stole the box of Orden she was spiriting away from the People’s Palace.”
“We have to start a search. They can’t have gone far.”
“They are long gone, Richard. Just like they covered their tracks when they took Kahlan, they will have done the same this time. That is not the way to find them.”
Richard looked up. “Samuel. The Sword of Truth was a counter. When I gave him the sword, he must have recognized the truth about Kahlan.” His gaze roved the inside of the tent as he tried to think. “We need to think this through. Collect all the information we can and get ahead of them, instead of always being behind them.”
“I’ll help you, Richard. Anything you want, I will do. I will help you get her back. She belongs with you. I know that now.”
He nodded, thankful that her iron was back. “I think we had better set some things straight and then get some experienced help.”
She smiled a crooked smile. “That’s the Seeker I know.”
Outside the tent, men had begun to gather, all wanting to see the Lord Rahl.
Out of the crowd came Verna. “Richard! Thank the Creator—our prayers have been answered!” She threw her arms around him. “Richard how are you?”
“Where have you been?”
“I was tending to some injured men. Scouts, who met a few of the enemy. General Meiffert sent word for me to return at once.”
“And the men?”
“Fine,” she said with a smile. “Now that you are finally with us for the final battle.”
He took up her hands. “Verna, you know you have had a hard time with me in the past.”
She grinned as she nodded that it was true. When she saw that he wasn’t smiling, her smile faded. “This is going to be one of those times,” he told her. “You are going to have to believe in me and what I say, or we might as well give up to the Order right now.”
Richard let go of her hand and climbed up on a crate to be better heard. He realized that a sea of men surrounded him.
Cara and General Meiffert were right near the front. “Lord Rahl, will you be able to lead us?” he asked.
“No,” he called out into the still dawn air.
Worried whispers spread back through the men. Richard held up his arms.
“Listen to me!” They quieted. “I don’t have much time. I don’t have the time to explain things as I wish I could. That is the way it is. I will give you the facts, and I will let you decide.
“The army of the Imperial Order has been slowed a bit down south.” Richard held up his hands to stifle the cheers. “I don’t have much time. Listen, now.
“You men are the steel against steel. I am the magic against magic. I now must pick one of those two for the coming battle.
“If I stay here and lead you, fight with you, then we are not going to have much of a chance. The enemy forces are huge. I don’t need to tell any of you men that much. If I stay and help you fight them, most of us will die.”
“I can tell you right off,” General Meiffert said, “that I don’t like that choice.”
Most of the men agreed that the grim picture he had just painted was not something they relished.
“What’s the alternative?” a man nearby called out.
“The alternative is that I let you men do your job and present the steel to keep the Order from choosing instead to run rampant through our lands.
“Meanwhile, I pledge to do my job of being the magic against magic. I will do what only I can and work to find a way to defeat the enemy without any of you men having to lose your life in battle with them. I want to find a way, with my power, to banish or destroy them before we have to fight them.
“I can’t guarantee that I will succeed. If I fail, I will die in the attempt and you men will have to face the enemy.”
