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Kahlan lifted her hands in a gesture of frustration, only to let them drop back to rest on her thighs. “Red told me that Sulachan and Hannis Arc are like two vipers, each with the tail of the other in his mouth. I can see that Hannis Arc needs Sulachan’s army of half people to help him take over the D’Haran Empire and rule the world of life, but now that Emperor Sulachan is back in this world, what does he need with Hannis Arc?”
Richard met her gaze. “You know those tattoo symbols all over Hannis Arc?”
“Of course.”
He gestured to the scrolls. “Those tattoos are elements of occult magic laid out in these scrolls. They are part of how Hannis Arc was able to pull Sulachan out of the underworld.”
“But he’s back, now. Why continue to indulge the man?”
Richard smiled. “Those spell-forms tattooed all over the man are the only thing keeping Sulachan in this world. They are his anchor. At the same time, those spells are Hannis Arc’s armor, protecting him from being harmed by Sulachan.
“Until he can finish breaking the veil and uniting the world of the dead and the living, he still needs those living spells in order to remain in this world. They secure his spirit here in the world of life and keep the spirit king from being pulled back into the spirit world by the power of the skrin. If Hannis Arc dies, those spells lose their viability.
“My blood brought Sulachan here, but those spells all over Hannis Arc keep him here.”
Kahlan blinked in eager astonishment. “So, then, if someone kills Hannis Arc, that would get rid of Sulachan at the same time. Maybe a force of men of the First File?” Kahlan snapped her fingers. “Maybe archers could take him down from up on the plateau when they come to lay siege to the People’s Palace.”
“Both of them are protected by powerful occult powers.” Richard looked away and tapped a thumb against the scroll for a time before answering. “Only a Warheart can stop Sulachan and only a Warheart can kill Hannis Arc.”
Kahlan wasn’t sure she had heard him right. “A what?”
Richard pulled a scroll out of the pile on the side and unfurled it across the desk. He tapped one of the symbols.
“This symbol, here, means ‘Warheart.’ It says in this scroll that the only one who can send Sulachan back to the underworld, kill Hannis Arc, and end prophecy to seal the spectral fold to complete the star shift before the Twilight Count trickles down to the end of everything, is the one it calls the Warheart.”
Kahlan gave him a look. “Don’t tell me, it’s someone we know.”
Richard nodded. “The bringer of death, the pebble in the pond, and all the other names that have identified me over the ages. A Warheart is an ancient name for a specific kind of war wizard. It’s a war wizard who has led a war, who has wielded a sword in righteous anger … and a few other requirements.”
“Like what?”
“Only a unique war wizard is the true Warheart. That kind of war wizard who has war in their heart must possess the balance to that.”
Kahlan frowned. “What is the balance to having war in your heart?”
“The love of one who is virtuous. I am the bringer of death. You are what balances all of those things in me with the meaning of life, with what life is about, with what is worth fighting for, with love for you, and in turn love for life. You are my soul mate. You complete me. You make me whole.
“All of those things make me complete in the fight for life. They made me go to the underworld itself to fight for you.
“And that is the last requirement that names me the Warheart. The scrolls say that only the one who has willingly gone to the world of the dead to take the place of the one he loves is the true Warheart who can end prophecy and close the spectral shift to reset life on its new course, free from the reach of those in the underworld.
“I’m the one with war in my heart–a war wizard–and the only one who can bring death to those two vipers and to prophecy. They fight to rule. In part because of my love for you, I fight instead for what is right and noble about life.
“That’s why these Cerulean scrolls name me the Warheart.”
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“The only problem,” Richard said into the silence, “is what you mentioned, that I have that poison in me, which means my gift doesn’t work, so I don’t know how I’m going to be able to do any of those things that need to be done.” He lifted a hand and let it fall back to rest on top of an opened scroll. “Without my gift, against these kind of enemies, I don’t have the weapons I need.”
Kahlan wiped a tear from under her eye as she stood. “You have your mind, Richard. How many times did Zedd tell you that is all you need? Your mind is your weapon. It always has been. It’s what has figured all this out.”
He smiled a special smile just for her, and that was answer enough. His heart was in the fight. The Warheart was committed to the fight.
“What I remember,” he said, “is Zedd telling me that nothing is ever easy.”
“Has it ever been?”
“No.” He smiled again, this time with a hint of sadness for his grandfather. “I guess not.”
Kahlan folded her arms as she paced a short distance and then back. Nicci was still asleep. Having helped Richard translate the scrolls for most of the night, Kahlan knew that the sorceress would already know most everything Richard had just explained.
Cassia, over by the door, having heard everything Richard had said as well as what he and Nicci had discussed during the night, looked like she was proud to be the Mord-Sith protecting the Warheart. When had Mord-Sith ever had the chance to fight for a Lord Rahl who in turn fought for them? He truly was the magic against magic.
Except that for now his magic was out of his reach.
Kahlan finally slowed to a stop before him. “We have no choice, then. We are going to have to race as swiftly as possible back to the People’s Palace. We need to get to the containment field. You can’t do any of those important things you’ve learned about in the scrolls if you’re dead. We have to get that poison out of you, first.”
Richard raked his fingers back through his thick hair. “I know it sounds like that would be the solution, Kahlan, but it’s simply too far. I can feel how the poison is advancing in me, and I know roughly how much time I have, and I know how long it would take to ride to the palace. We wouldn’t make it in time–and that’s even if we could ride right in without having to first get past Sulachan, Hannis Arc, and all those half people.”
Kahlan spread her arms in frustration. “What choice do we have but to try? You won’t live long with that poison in you, and if you die then Sulachan wins. We have to try, Richard.
“Maybe the poison won’t work as fast as you think. After all, you said that being in the underworld caused it to regress some. Maybe it slowed its advance enough for you to make it to the palace in time.
“Besides, you have to make it. You said yourself that the scrolls say you are the balance, the counter, to what Sulachan and Hannis Arc intend to do.”
“They do say that,” Richard told her with a sigh as he glanced over at the scroll lying open on the desk, “but they don’t say which side will win.”
“Well, you can’t win if the poison kills you, now can you? That means we have to get there in time,” she insisted, “that’s all there is to it. Everything depends on it.”
As the silence dragged on, Richard rose slowly out of his chair. He wore an expression that Kahlan knew all too well. It was a look that told her that some inner calculation had been running through his head as he tried to fit all the pieces of the puzzle together. The look on his face told her that he might have just found the missing piece.
While it was a look that meant he had thought of something, in the past that something had not always been what she wanted to hear. It was a look that meant some crazy idea had just come to him. It was a look that usually meant trouble and sent them off in a direction she had never expected.
But she also knew that those crazy
ideas he came up with often ended up being the solution they needed.
“What?” She took hold of his arms, looking him in the eye. “What are you thinking?”
Rather than look at her, he stared off into the distance, lost in thought and not really hearing her. Kahlan recognized that, too. She knew he was still making mental connections, running through all the possibilities, going down roads and pathways and blind alleys, trying to see where they all led. He was trying to see if there was another way, or if he really had found the right course to guide them.
It was not unlike what she had learned one did when playing chess. You didn’t make the move until you had exhausted every possible outcome that you could think of. Of course, sometimes that move still resulted in you losing because you hadn’t thought of the one fatal possibility.
“It’s too far,” he said to himself with an odd frown. He finally looked down at her. “You said it yourself–we have to get there in time. But it’s too far to get there in time.”
“What of it?”
“Time.” He grabbed hold of her arms in the same way she had taken hold of his. “There wouldn’t have been enough time for them, either.”
“Who?” Kahlan squinted her bewilderment at him. “What are you talking about?”
