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Even when he shut his eyes, he saw the same things as when he’d had his eyes open.
It was a night of burning color, of blinding light, of deafening sound … of madness.
Everything was being pulled into the glowing light in the center of the clearing. Branches and debris ripped from trees and the entire forest ignited as it was pulled in. Trees and plants disintegrated into a thousand sparks that swirled around and upward, following the radiant sparks of flesh. The bodies of the dead that had risen came apart in crackling, glowing embers like everything else.
The howls of terror and agony kept tears running freely down Henrik’s face.
The Hedge Maid lifted her arms again. The very air in the center of the clearing ignited in a blinding furnace of light.
Just when Henrik thought he would surely be pulled into it all to die in the terrible ignition of light, it ended.
The sudden silence felt like it might make him fall over.
It felt like he had been pushing against the sound, as if he’d been trying to stand in a gale. When the sound abruptly stopped, he almost stumbled forward.
His ears throbbed. His head throbbed. His whole body throbbed.
But the sound was not the only thing that was gone.
Henrik blinked. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The raging whirlwind of fire and light was gone as well.
He looked around and saw that the moss on the nearby trees hung limp in the still, humid air, just as it had before. Every tree was still there. The ground that had broken open as the bone men had erupted out of it looked undisturbed.
It was as if none of what Henrik had just seen had actually happened.
Except, the jar was gone and tiny bits of glass, like a thousand fallen stars, lay scattered across the bare ground.
Henrik couldn’t understand what had happened, what he had seen. He couldn’t understand if the fire had been real, if the creatures he had seen come up out of the ground were real, if the terrible sound and all the rest of it had been real.
Bishop Arc, still standing where he had been in the beginning, looked unharmed, and unmoved. He wore the same glare as he had in the beginning. If he was surprised by the deafening display of fire and light, he didn’t show it.
In the center of the clearing, the six familiars slowly circled in around Jit, tending to her, fussing over her, touching her protectively, as if to see if she had survived the ordeal. She ignored them as she used a foot to swipe away the marks she had made in the dirt with her staff when she had first come out.
The Hedge Maid turned her dark eyes toward Bishop Arc. She let out the squealing clicks that were her way of talking. Henrik could see her straining to open her mouth more as she made the sounds, but the net of leather thongs prevented it.
One of the familiars floated a little closer toward the bishop. “Jit says that it is done.”
His red eyes turned from the familiar to Jit. “See that you do the other things I have asked as well.” His brow drew down tight. “Don’t give me cause to return.”
With that he turned and stormed away. The darkness seemed to gather in around him as he went, like a black cape, making him look like a dark shadow moving across the ground.
A familiar leaning in made Henrik jump. He hadn’t seen her sneaking up behind him.
“Now,” she hissed, “time for you.”
CHAPTER 57
Kahlan woke with a start, panting in terror. A blur of images flashed through her mind. Dark arms and claws reached for her. Fangs came out of nowhere, snapping, trying to get at her face.
She didn’t know where she was or what was happening. She fought frantically, twisting, pushing at what ever it was that was reaching for her, at the same time trying to escape the grip of pain that seared through her.
She sat up abruptly, gasping for breath, and saw then that she was in the Garden of Life, that it was night. There was nothing chasing her, nothing coming after her. It was quiet.
She had been having a nightmare.
In the dream something had been chasing her, something dark and profoundly dangerous, something terrifying. It had been relentless and had been getting closer all the time. She had been running, trying to get away. But she hadn’t been able to make her legs move fast enough. It had all seemed so real.
But she was awake, at last. She wasn’t dreaming anymore. She had escaped the nightmare and in so doing escaped what was after her. She told herself to let it go, to stop focusing on the dream. It was only a dream. She was awake now. She was safe.
But she quickly found that being awake was no salvation. While she had awakened and escaped what had been after her in the dream, in being awake she had not escaped the pain. Her head hurt so much she thought she might pass out. She pressed her fingers to her temples only to have to hug her arms across her abdomen, pressing them against the twisting ache in her middle.
As the spike of pain drove through her head, a hot wave of nausea welled up through her. She fought the building urge to throw up. The throbbing pain in her head overwhelmed her, making her all the more dizzy and sick. With all her might, she fought back the expanding waves of nausea. The nausea won out.
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sp; As her insides began to convulse, Kahlan urgently struggled out of the tangled blanket and crawled on her hands and knees into the grass and away from where she’d been sleeping. She did her best to resist the urge to throw up, but her body would not obey her will and she began heaving so hard that it felt like her stomach was trying to turn inside out. Undulating waves of sickness swept through her again and again in rhythm with the pounding pain in her head, making her vomit each time.
Kahlan realized that there was a hand on her back and another hand holding her long hair back out of the way.
She gasped for breath between the spasms. She was sure that she had to be throwing up blood. The excruciating pain seemed unendurable each time her muscles convulsed. It felt like her insides were ripping.
The waves of heaving finally began to subside. As she spit out the bitter bile, it was a relief to at least see that there was no blood.
“Mother Confessor, are you all right?”
It was Cara. It felt good to have someone there. It was comforting not to be alone.
“I don’t know,” she managed.
Suddenly, Richard was there as well. “What’s wrong?”
Rolling trembles racked her whole body. Between that and panting for air, “Sick” was all she could manage to get out.
“I heard you scream from all the way down in the room with the machine,” Richard said as he placed a reassuring hand on her back.
She ripped off a thick fistful of grass and wiped her mouth with it, threw it down and then did it again with a clean handful. She hadn’t realized that she had screamed in her sleep. The waves of nausea had quieted, allowing her to catch her breath. Her head still throbbed, though.
“I was having a nightmare and I must have screamed and scared myself awake.”
He pressed his hand to her forehead. “Your skin is like ice and you’re soaked in sweat.”
Kahlan couldn’t seem to stop herself from shivering. “I’m so cold.”
Richard drew her closer. Kahlan collapsed over on her side against him. His warm, muscular arms closed protectively over her.
