Kahlan couldn’t be certain, of course, but she could not imagine how a single Shun-tuk could still be alive.
“Dear spirits, girl, what in the world did you just do?”
“What Lord Rahl taught me to do,” Samantha said, her voice choked with tears.
Her thin arms clutched Kahlan’s neck as she wept into her shoulder.
Kahlan didn’t know what Samantha was talking about.
“I was so afraid,” she cried, “I was so afraid we were all going to be eaten. I couldn’t let that happen. I had to do something. I was so angry that they were going to eat us thinking they could steal our souls for themselves. I was so angry that they would eat my mother, especially after we just got her free, and that they would eat Lord Rahl, and you, and everyone else—all for some stupid belief. I was so angry.”
“So you used some kind of magic?” Kahlan asked. She couldn’t understand what she had done or how.
“I knew my mother, and Zedd, and Nicci had tried to use regular magic, and it didn’t harm the Shun-tuk, so I knew magic wouldn’t work against them. But I heard you say that even if they had occult powers, they would still bleed. So then I knew that was the way to stop them—kill them without magic.
“All I could think of was to do what Lord Rahl taught me.”
Kahlan held the young sorceress’s head of thick black hair to her shoulder. “It’s all right, Samantha. You did good. Richard will be proud when I tell him that you just saved us all.”
Kahlan could not for the life of her imagine what in the world Richard could have taught Samantha that could bring mountains crashing down.
Kahlan watched carefully in the moonlight for a time.
There was no one chasing them.
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An impatient Commander Fister stood waiting in front of his men as Kahlan reached them.
“What in the world just happened?” he asked, sounding angry and frightened at the same time.
“The walls fell down,” Kahlan said.
He made the oddest face, and opened his mouth to say something, but then decided better of it.
Kahlan didn’t think that any of them had ever seen such an extraordinary thing happen before. They had all just witnessed power on a rarefied level.
“Is Richard all right?” Kahlan asked the commander.
Fister nodded. “As all right as he was before, anyway.”
Samantha was still clutching Kahlan tightly and still weeping. It seemed she had been frightened, too, frightened by the realization of what she had done. Samantha had just used her power to kill probably thousands of people. Half people, anyway.
Kahlan suspected, though, that it was as much from the emotional exhaustion of the ordeal and the terror that had driven her to do such a thing as anything else. At the end of a particularly violent and exhausting battle, Kahlan sometimes felt like sitting down and having a good cry.
But she was a Confessor, and her mother had taught her from an early age that she couldn’t let people who depended on her see such weakness. Seeing weakness in leaders made people lose confidence in that leader, and in themselves.
“Well, from what I was told,” the commander said, “Samantha had stopped in the middle of the brook and was just standing there. So what—”
“Not now, Jake,” Kahlan said. She gestured. “Let’s get moving. I don’t think that any of the Shun-tuk survived what I just saw, but if they did I don’t want to have them catch us sitting around celebrating. I want to put some distance between us and them—if any are still alive.”
He pointed up to the soaring walls on each side of the gorge. “Besides, it’s probably not the best idea to stand around under rocks and cliffs that might have been loosened by all that shaking. I wouldn’t want what happened to the Shun-tuk to happen to us.”
Kahlan nodded with a worried look back down the gorge. It wasn’t that far to the site of the buried Shun-tuk. That much violence could easily have weakened the walls above them.
The commander cocked his head. “Do you think any are still alive? I mean, they have that occult sorcery, after all.”
Kahlan considered his question briefly. “I can’t be certain, of course, but I can’t imagine how they could have survived the mountains to each side falling in on them. I think they were all crushed under hundreds of feet of rock. Doesn’t matter how much sorcery you have if a boulder the size of a house falls on you. I’m pretty sure they are all dead.”
“Pretty sure.” He still sounded hesitant. “Couldn’t there be a pocket created by a huge slab that spared some of them? If there are any alive, they might be able to dig out. They can bring the dead back to life, remember? If even one of them with such powers is alive, he could raise an army of dead to come after us.”
“After what I witnessed, I don’t see how there could be anyone left to dig out and bring the dead back to life. Even if they survived in a pocket, they are still buried by hundreds of feet of rock. I can’t imagine they could ever dig out.”
Kahlan let out a deep breath. “But just in case, and more importantly, to get out from under these steep walls, it’s a good idea to keep moving. At least for a little while so we can put some distance between us and all the Shun-tuk buried down there. I don’t like being this close to them, even if it is a graveyard now. I don’t especially like sleeping beside a graveyard. Let’s keep going, but take it a little slower. I think we’re all pretty tired.”
“These are men of the First File, Mother Confessor. They can carry you on their shoulders and march double-time all night long.”
Kahlan nodded. “I know, but I think it’s up to us to decide to give them the rest they may not be aware they need.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Didn’t I always make sure that you and your men were rested before you went out at night to bring me back strings of enemy ears?”
Commander Fister snorted a short laugh.
“Let’s move a little farther up the mountain,” Kahlan said, “and then let the men get some sleep before morning.”
Commander Fister tapped a fist to his heart in salute.
“Where’s Richard,” Kahlan asked.
The commander pointed a thumb up the gorge. “Nicci is watching over him. Zedd and Irena are farther up making sure the way ahead is safe.”
Kahlan was glad to hear that. If there was one person she would want watching over Richard, it was Nicci.
Samantha hadn’t moved. She seemed to be content where she was in Kahlan’s arms. Kahlan thought that maybe she didn’t want the others to see the tearstains running down her dusty face.
“You okay?” Kahlan whispered.
Samantha nodded. “Just tired … So tired.”
Kahlan could imagine that well enough.
As Kahlan carried Samantha up the gorge, making her way through the relieved men, she finally reached the horse. By the time she got there, Samantha was hanging limp, asleep in Kahlan’s arms. Kahlan was dead tired, and as thin as Samantha was, she was still heavy. But Kahlan felt good holding the young woman. It felt good to be needed for comfort and shelter.
Nicci stood in a rush as Kahlan came close. “What in the world was that?”
“What are you so angry about?” Kahlan asked with a frown. The woman looked like she wanted to skin a dragon. “It killed the Shun-tuk, not us.”
Nicci cast a suspicious look at Samantha asleep in Kahlan’s arms. “Did she do that?”
Kahlan nodded.
Nicci appraised the young woman a moment longer. “How?”
“She said that Richard taught her.”
Nicci shot a look back over her shoulder at the unconscious Richard. “Of course he did.”
Kahlan spotted Irena in the distance racing toward them. “Look, Nicci, let’s not frighten her mother about this right now. We’ll talk about it later. I think we need to get away from here just in case. Then we all need to get some rest. You and Zedd—and Samantha—need to rest if you are to recover your abilities. All right?�
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Nicci heaved a sigh as in the distance Irena was calling her daughter’s name.
“All right,” Nicci said. “Let’s get moving. I want to find a safe place, then Zedd and I can work on waking Richard.”
“It can’t be soon enough for me,” Kahlan said. “Irena might be able to help with it.”
Nicci folded her arms. “Zedd and I can do it. We’ll get him back, I swear.”
Kahlan nodded. “Thanks, Nicci.”
She wondered why Nicci didn’t want Irena helping. It was Richard, though, so she supposed that Nicci was not willing to take any chances with letting someone she didn’t really know touch him with her power.
Nicci leaned close and shook her finger in Kahlan’s face.
“But when I wake that husband of yours, I intend to ask him just what in the world he taught that girl.”
Kahlan smiled. “I bet you will.”
CHAPTER
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After a march of nearly two hours, they came to a prominence at the head of the gorge from where a small waterfall fed the brook down where they stood. They needed to get up the steep rise and out of the gorge. While not as difficult as it would be to ascend the steep walls to the sides, Kahlan didn’t much like the idea of climbing rugged terrain in the dark. She also didn’t want to use torches or lanterns because it would allow anyone hunting them to be able to spot them from miles away. At least the moon was still out.
Commander Fister was eager to be onto higher ground for the defensive protection that it afforded. In much the same way they had used the gorge to trap the Shun-tuk, in the confines of a gorge, those same tactics could be used to corner them.
Kahlan didn’t think that there could be any Shun-tuk left alive, but she had put the sword back in the scabbard Richard was wearing, which also meant putting away its attendant rage. Without the sword’s intoxicating drive to fight, she took seriously the commander’s advice for the extra measure of safety. Besides, she had no way to be certain that every one of the Shun-tuk was dead. What if there really had been a pocket under a slab of granite where some of them might have survived? What if even one of those with occult sorcery was still alive and later emerged to sneak up on them?
What if, because she didn’t want to climb a hillside in the dark, that remaining Shun-tuk killed Zedd, or Nicci? Or Richard.
Or any of them, for that matter. Each life was precious. That was, after all, ultimately what they were fighting to protect—the sanctity of every life. Kahlan didn’t want any of these men dying. She wanted them to be able to live in peace and not have to do the job at which they were so good.
Perhaps worst of all, the thought of being awakened suddenly and trying to scramble up out of the gorge in the dark with bloodthirsty Shun-tuk grabbing their ankles and pulling them back down into waiting arms of flesh-eating half people had her more than willing to do what was necessary to get up and out of the gorge before they stopped for the remainder of the night.
With the sword no longer gripped in her fist, exhaustion was setting in, but she was mostly interested in Zedd and Nicci having a safe place to get the rest and food they needed so they would be able to apply their full gifted ability to strengthen Richard and bring him back from the pull of death.
When Kahlan agreed to the commander’s advice to press on and make the difficult climb to find a safer place to set up camp, he sent some men ahead first to scout the best way up.
Kahlan’s clothes were stiff and sticky from all the blood of the Shun-tuk she had killed. She had no idea how many she had slaughtered. The memory of it was a blur of relentless fighting interspersed with halting mental visions of particularly desperate, violent moments.
Her hair was stiff and matted with blood. She was glad she didn’t have a mirror handy, but by the looks she got, she could imagine well enough what a sight she must be.
In the war, some of the men she had led in battle at the time had called her their warrior queen. They hadn’t meant it as the demotion such a title actually was, but it was meant as their highest tribute, so she had always accepted it in the spirit in which it had been intended.
Titles meant more to Kahlan than they did to Richard, but probably because she had been born a Confessor—her title was part of her inherent nature. That power she carried within her couldn’t be separated from her by removing the title. It had taken the touch of death from the Hedge Maid to block her from that inner ability.
People had avoided and feared her all her life for the power she carried. That fear set her apart, kept her from so many of the simple pleasures of life that they could enjoy without a thought, even as simple a thing as a benevolent smile or nod in passing. It was not because she wanted to be set apart—she didn’t—but because people had always distanced themselves from Confessors.
Most everyone feared Confessors, and in many, that fear had curdled into hatred.
No one smiled or nodded at a Confessor the way they did a normal person. Even those who respected the Confessors still feared them. She had always been able to see the tension in the faces of anyone who spotted her. All her life, she could detect the tremble in most people’s voice when they spoke to her. She could often see their hands start to shake when she spoke to them. She always did her best to pretend not to notice in order to as gracefully as possible put them at ease. That was usually the best she could do. They feared what they feared.
Most of those who had been close to her for a time grew more used to her as they came to realize that a Confessor was not going to suddenly lose control and unleash her power on them. At times they came to almost forget about her power. Almost.
That inherent nature also drew those who wanted to kill her. For that reason, Confessors had once each been assigned a wizard to protect them. But all those other Confessors were long dead, as were the wizards assigned to them, including Giller, the wizard once assigned to Kahlan. Those who hated a Confessor’s ability to uncover truth had finally been able to kill them all. All but her.
Now, Kahlan was married to her wizard, Richard, who was more importantly the man she loved.
In a way, her title, the one she was born with, Confessor, and then Mother Confessor, the title given her by her sister Confessors, represented her armor, the armor she wore to fight for truth. In that way, she was a warrior queen. Those other Confessors had wanted her to be the one who led them in that fight for truth. She was the one.
Born a simple Confessor, she now was and always would be the Mother Confessor, the last of her kind.
Richard was the first man who had not avoided her because of what she was. Of course, he hadn’t known at the time that she was the Mother Confessor, or even known what being a Confessor really meant. As she had come to know Richard, though, she came to understand that even had he known, it wouldn’t have stopped him from wanting to get closer to her. Nothing would have.
Richard was a very rare person.
He was the one.
He was the one for her, the only one. In so many ways, Richard was the only one. He was a point of singularity.
She had felt a pull to him that they had both felt from the first moment their eyes had met that fateful day in the Hartland woods.
Richard was referred to in prophecy as the pebble in the pond. Ripples from that pebble touched everything. He rippled through so much about prophecy that in that way he had created ripples through time itself.
Sometimes it made her head hurt to think about all the interlocking connections, so she simply loved him and tried not to think about all the wider implications of any of it.
But Richard was always thinking about it, even when he didn’t consciously realize it. She could see it in his gray eyes when he was quietly watching the sun set. Even when he looked into her eyes, she could tell that there were always some kind of cosmic calculations going on somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind.
Since he had come into her life, others had come to treat her differently, to accept her. She now got smiles and
sincere nods. Especially from soldiers like these. She had fought beside them and they had come to know her for who she was, and that she was more than simply a Confessor.
Richard had done that. He had changed everything.
While she waited for the men to scout the climb, Kahlan joined some of the soldiers under the gentle falls to wash blood out of her hair and off her clothes. They shared a bar of soap with her—soldiers all, passing it around to wash off the blood of their enemy. Fortunately, after the exertion of battle, the cold water felt good on her sore muscles. It wasn’t a proper bath with her clothes on, but they needed to be washed as well, and in the wilds of the Dark Lands even this much was a luxury she very much appreciated.
As she wiped the clean water back off her long hair, some of the men told her how proud they were of how much blood she’d had all over her. They had viewed her blood-soaked hair as a mantle she had earned. They seemed especially pleased to see that she was just as committed as they were to killing the enemy, that she was willing to do all that she asked of them, and that she had waded into the task with every ounce of commitment they did.
Kahlan understood their feelings, but she still wanted all the blood off her.
She was looking forward to Richard waking and giving him a kiss. She wanted to look her best for that first kiss welcoming him back to the world of life.
CHAPTER
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Once the scouts had found a good route, the climb was easier than they’d thought it would be. Fortunately, the way up was easy enough that the horse could negotiate the steep climb without too much difficulty, so they were able to save time by leaving Richard lashed in place.
The climb was mercifully short, but Kahlan’s legs kept cramping from the effort of the long scramble up through the gorge, much of it at a dead run, to say nothing of what had seemed like an endless battle. The steeper ascent up the prominence and out of the gorge, short as it was, demanded that she dig deep for enough strength to make it.
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