Blood of the Fold

by Terry Goodkind

  “I guess not. Are you all right?”

  “Fine,” she said. “But I’m glad it’s over.”

  “I’m afraid it’s only just begun. Come on, the sliph will get us back to Aydindril.”

  “You still haven’t told me what this sliph is.”

  “I don’t think you would believe me. You’ll just have to see it for yourself.”

  “Quite impressive, Wizard Zorander,” Ann said, turning away.

  Zedd gave a dismissive grunt. “Not my doing.”

  Ann wiped the tears from her cheeks, glad for the darkness so he couldn’t see them, but she had to work to keep her voice from betraying her emotion. “You may not have thrown on the torch, but you did the work of stacking the pyre. Quite impressive. I’ve seen a light web tear apart a room, but this…”

  He laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Ann.”

  “Yes, well, what must be, must be.”

  Zedd squeezed her shoulder as if to say he understood. “I wonder who threw the torch?”

  “The Sisters of the Dark can use Subtractive Magic. One of them must have accidentally ignited the light web.”

  Zedd peered over at her in the dark. “Accidentally?” He took his hand back as he voiced only a dubious snort.

  “That had to have been it,” she said as she sighed.

  “A little bit more than an accident, I would say.” She detected a hint of pride in his wistful whisper.

  “Like what?”

  He ignored her question. “We’d better find Nathan.”

  “Yes,” Ann said, suddenly remembering the prophet. She squeezed Holly’s hand. “This is where we left him. He has to be around here somewhere.”

  Ann stared off toward the moonlit hills in the distance. She could see a group of people moving up the north road: a coach and a band of people, mostly on horseback. There were too many not to be able to sense them. It was her Sisters of the Light. Thank the Creator; they had gotten away after all.

  “I thought you could find him by that infernal collar.”

  Ann began casting about in the brush. “I can, and it tells me he should be right here somewhere. Perhaps the blast injured him. Since the spell was destroyed, he had to have been here doing his part with the outer shield, so maybe he was hurt. Help me look.”

  Holly searched, too, but stayed close. Zedd wandered off toward an open, flat place. Guided by the way the branches and brush were bent and broken, he was looking near the center of the node, where the power would have been concentrated. As she stooped to look among the low places in the rocks, Zedd called out to her.

  Ann took Holly’s hand and hurried to the old wizard. “What is it?”

  He pointed. Standing up, so they couldn’t miss it, stuck in a crack in a round hump of granite, was something round. Ann wiggled it free.

  She stared incredulously. “It’s Nathan’s Rada’Han.”

  Holly gasped. “Oh, Ann, maybe he was killed. Maybe Nathan was killed by the magic.”

  Ann turned it around. It was locked closed. “No, Holly.” She stroked a comforting hand down the child’s hair. “He wasn’t killed, or there would be some trace of him. But dear Creator, what does this mean?”

  “What does it mean?” Zedd chuckled. “It means he got free. He stuck it in that rock so you would be sure to see it, as if to thumb his nose at you. Nathan wanted us to know he got the collar off on his own. He must have linked the power of the node to it, or something.” Zedd sighed. “Well, he’s gone. Now, get mine off.”

  Ann’s hand holding the Rada’Han lowered as she looked out into the night. “We have to find him.”

  “Take my collar off, as you promised, and then you can gad off after him. Without me, I might add.”

  Ann felt her anger heating. “You’re coming with me.”

  “With you? Bags, I’m doing no such thing!”

  “You’re coming.”

  “You intend to break your word!”

  “No, I intend to keep it, just as soon as we find that troublesome prophet. You have no idea of the complications that man can cause.”

  “What do you need me for!”

  She shook her finger at him. “You’re coming with me whether you like it or not, and that’s all there is to it. When we find him, then I take that collar off. Not before.”

  He shook his fists in a sputtering fit while Ann strode off to collect the horses. Her gaze wandered to the moonlit hill in the distance. She saw the band of Sisters heading north. When Ann reached the horses, she squatted down before Holly.

  “Holly, as your first assignment as a novice to be a Sister of the Light, I have a very important, urgent duty for you.”

  Holly nodded seriously. “What is it, Ann?”

  “It’s critical that Zedd and I go find Nathan. I hope it won’t be long, but we must hurry before he gets away.”

  “Before he gets away!” Zedd howled behind her. “He’s had hours. He’s got a huge lead. There’s no telling where that man went. He’s already ‘gotten away.’”

  Ann glanced back over her shoulder. “We have to find him.” She turned back to Holly. “We need to hurry, and I don’t have time to go catch up with Sisters of the Light over on that hill there. I need you to go to them and tell Sister Verna everything you know about what’s happened.”

  “What should I tell her?”

  “Whatever you know about what you’ve seen and heard while you’ve been with us. Tell her the truth, and don’t make anything up. It’s important that she know what’s going on. Tell her that Zedd and I are going after Nathan, and that when we can we will join up with them, but our first priority is finding the Prophet. Tell her to head north, as they’re doing, to escape the Order.”

  “I can do that.”

  “It’s not far, and the road right over here will take you to the road they will be riding up, so you won’t miss them. Your horse knows and likes you, so she’ll take good care of you. You’ll be there in just an hour or two, and then you’ll have all the Sisters to keep you safe, and love you. Sister Verna will know what to do.”

  “I’ll miss you until you catch up with us,” Holly said, her voice choked with tears.

  Ann hugged the little girl. “Oh, child, I’ll miss you so much, too. I wish I could take you with us, you’ve been such a help, but we must hurry if we’re to catch Nathan. The Sisters, especially Prelate Verna, need to know what’s happened. It’s important; that’s why I must send you.”

  Holly bravely snuffled back the tears. “I understand. You can count on me, Prelate.”

  Ann helped the girl up into the saddle and kissed her hand as she put the reins in them. Ann watched and waved farewell as Holly trotted off toward the Sisters of the Light.

  She turned to the fuming wizard. “We’d best be going if we’re to catch Nathan.” She patted his bony shoulder. “It won’t be long. Just as soon as we catch him, I’ll have that collar off your neck, I promise.”

  52

  The Hagen Woods were as dark and uninviting as ever, but Richard was sure that the mriswith were gone. In their journey through the gloomy wood he hadn’t sensed even one of them. The place, though forbidding, was deserted; the mriswith had all left for Aydindril. He shuddered to think what that meant.

  Kahlan sighed nervously, twining her fingers together, as she stared at the sylph’s pleasant, smiling, quicksilver face. “Richard, before we do this, just in case something goes wrong, I want to tell you that I know about what happened when you were a captive here, and I don’t hold it against you. You thought I didn’t love you, and you were alone. I understand.”

  Richard leaned closer as he frowned. “What are you talking about? What things I did?”

  She cleared her throat. “Merissa. She told me all about it.”

  “Merissa!”

  “Yes. I understand, and I don’t blame you. You thought you would never see me again.”

  Richard blinked in astonishment. “Merissa is a Sister of the Dark. She wants to kill
me.”

  “But she told me how when you were here before, she was your teacher. She said that… Well, I met her, and she’s beautiful. You were lonely, and I don’t blame you.”

  Richard took her by the shoulders and forced her to turn away from staring at the sliph. “Kahlan, I don’t know what Merissa told you, but I’m telling you the truth: since the day I met you, I’ve loved no one but you. No one. Yes, when you made me put on the collar and I thought I would never see you again, I was lonely, but I never betrayed your love, even when I thought I had lost it. Even though I thought you didn’t want me, I never… with Merissa, or anyone else.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.”

  She smiled her special smile, the one she gave no one but him. “Adie tried to tell me the same thing. I was afraid I would die before I could see you again, and wanted you to know that I love you, no matter what. Part of me is afraid of doing this. I’m afraid I’ll drown in there.”

  “The sliph felt you, and she says you can travel. You have an element of Subtractive Magic, too. Only those with both magics can travel. It’ll work. You’ll see.” He smiled encouragement. “It’s nothing to be afraid of, I promise. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s wondrous. All right, now?”

  She nodded. “All right.” She threw her arms around him and hugged him so hard she pressed the wind out of him. “But if I drown, I just want you to know how much I love you.”

  Richard helped her up onto the stone wall around the sliph and then glanced around at the dark woods beyond the ruins. He didn’t know if there really were eyes watching or it was simply his apprehension. He didn’t sense a mriswith, though, and if one were watching him, he would. He decided that it must just be his past experiences in Hagen Woods that made him apprehensive.

  “We’re ready, sliph. Do you know how long it will take?”

  “I am long enough,” came the echoing reply.

  Richard sighed and tightened his grip on Kahlan’s hand. “Do as we’ve told you.” She nodded, gasping her last breaths. “I’ll be with you. Don’t be afraid.”

  The liquid silver arm lifted them, and the night went truly black. Richard gripped Kahlan’s hand tightly as they plunged downward, knowing how hard it had been for him to breathe in the sliph the first time. When she returned the squeeze, they were already in the weightless void.

  The familiar sensation of rushing and drifting at the same time returned, and Richard knew they were on their way to Aydindril. As before, there was no heat, no cold, no sense of being soaked in the quicksilver wet of the sliph. His eyes beheld light and dark together in a single, spectral vision, while his lungs swelled with the sweet presence of the sliph as he inhaled her silken essence.

  Richard was joyous, knowing that Kahlan could feel the same rapture he felt; he could sense it through the slow pressure on his hand. They let go, to take strokes through the still rush.

  Richard swam on through the darkness and light. He felt Kahlan grip his ankle to be towed along after him.

  Time meant nothing. It could have been a glimmer of a moment or the slow passing of a year as he soared ahead with Kahlan holding on to his ankle. As before, abruptly, it ended.

  Sights of the room in the Keep exploded about him, but he knew what to expect, and this time there was no terror.

  Breathe, the sliph said.

  He let out the sweet breath, emptying his lungs of the rapture, and pulled in a breath of the alien air.

  He felt Kahlan come up behind him, and in the silence of Kolo’s room, he heard her expel the sliph and inhale the air. Richard bobbed up, the sliph sloughing off him as he boosted himself up onto the wall and over. Once his feet hit the floor, he turned and bent to help Kahlan out.

  Merissa smiled at him.

  Richard went rigid. At last his mind worked. “Where’s Kahlan! You’re bonded to me! You gave an oath!”

  “Kahlan?” came the melodious voice. “She’s right here.” Merissa reached down into the quicksilver. “But you won’t be needing her anymore. And I’m keeping my oath—an oath to myself.”

  She lifted Kahlan’s limp form by the back of her collar. With the aid of her power, Merissa heaved Kahlan out of the sylph’s well. Kahlan hit the wall and slumped, unbreathing, to the floor.

  Before Richard could rush to her, Merissa rapped the blades of a yabree against the stone. The sweet song gripped him, making his legs go weak and impotent as he stared, spellbound, at Merissa’s smiling face.

  “The yabree sings for you, Richard. Its song calls you.”

  She drifted closer, bringing the humming yabree closer. She held it up, turning the resplendent object of his hunger, displaying it, tantalizing him with it. Richard wet his lips as his bones resonated with the purring hum of the yabree. The vibrant sound transfixed him.

  She floated closer, finally offering it to him. His fingers at last touched it, and the song coursed through every fiber of his body, charmed every corner of his soul. Merissa smiled as his fingers curled around the crossbar. He shuddered with the enchantment of having it in his grasp. His fingers tightened in painful pleasure.

  She brought another yabree out from under the silvery pool. “That’s only the half of it, Richard. You need both.”

  She laughed, a pleasant, lilting sound, as she tapped the second yabree against the stone. The song nearly blinded him with its longing for his touch. He struggled to keep his knees from buckling. He had to get to the second yabree. He leaned over the wall, stretching for it.

  Merissa’s grin mocked him, but he didn’t care, he only wanted, needed, to have the twin to his yabree in his other hand.

  “Breathe,” the sliph said.

  Distracted, Richard glanced over. The sliph was looking at the woman slumped on the floor against the wall. He was about to speak, when Merissa tapped the second yabree against the stone again.

  His legs went boneless. He held his left arm, with the yabree in his fist, over the wall to hold himself up.

  “Breathe,” the sliph said again.

  Through the enchanting, purring song singing through his bones, Richard struggled to make sense of who it was against the wall that the sliph was speaking to. It seemed important, but he couldn’t reason why. Who was it?

  Merissa’s laugh echoed around the room as she tapped the yabree again.

  Richard let out a helpless cry both of ecstasy and longing.

  “Breathe,” the sliph said again, more insistent.

  Through the numbing song of the yabree, it came to him. His inner need surged up, sluicing through the benumbing melody that encased him.

  Kahlan.

  He looked at her. She wasn’t breathing. An inner voice cried out for help.

  When the yabree sang again, his neck muscles went flaccid. His swirling gaze focused on something in the stone under him.

  Exigency stirred his muscles. His hand extended. His fingers touched it. His grip enveloped it, and a new need coursed through his bones. A need he knew well.

  With an explosion of fury, Richard yanked the Sword of Truth from the stone floor, and the room rang with a new song.

  Merissa fixed him with a murderous glare as she again rapped the yabree against the stone. “You will die, Richard Rahl. I have sworn to bathe in your blood, and I will.”

  With the last of his strength, powered by the sword’s wrath, Richard heaved himself against the top of the stone wall and stretched down, plunging the blade into the quicksilver of the sliph.

  Merissa shrieked.

  Silver veins fluxed through her flesh. Her screams echoed around the stone room as her arms reached up in a frantic effort to escape the sliph, but it was too late. The metamorphosis coursed through her, and she waxed as glossy as the sliph, like a silver statue in a silver reflecting pool. The hard edges of her face softened, and what had been Merissa dissolved into the lapping waves of quicksilver.

  “Breathe,” the sliph said to Kahlan.

  Richard threw the yabree aside as he da
shed across the room. He scooped Kahlan up in his arms and carried her to the well. He draped her over the wall, wrapped his arms around her abdomen, and squeezed.

  “Breathe! Kahlan, breathe!” He compressed again. “Do it for me! Breathe! Please, Kahlan, breathe.”

  Her lungs expelled the quicksilver, and she gasped a sudden, desperate breath, and then another.

  At last, she turned in his arms and fell against him. “Oh, Richard, you were right. It was so wonderful I forgot to breathe. You saved me.”

  “But he killed the other,” the sliph observed. “I warned him about the object of magic he carries. It is not my fault.”

  Kahlan blinked at the silver face. “What are you talking about?”

  “The one that is part of me, now.”

  “Merissa,” Richard explained. “It’s not your fault, sliph. I had to do it, or she would have killed both of us.”

  “Then I am discharged of responsibility. Thank you, Master.”

  Kahlan spun back to him, glancing down at the sword. “What happened? What do you mean, Merissa?”

  Richard untied the thong at his throat, reached over his shoulder, and pulled the mriswith cape off his back.

  “She followed us through the sliph. She tried to kill you, and to… well, she wanted to take a bath with me.”

  “What!”

  “No,” the sliph corrected, “she said she wanted to bathe in your blood.”

  Kahlan’s mouth dropped open. “But… what happened?”

  “She is with me, now,” the sliph said. “For all time.”

  “That means she’s dead,” Richard said. “I’ll explain when we have more time.” He turned to the sliph. “Thank you for your help, sliph, but I need you to sleep, now.”

  “Of course, Master. I will sleep until I am needed again.”

  The shiny silver face softened and melted back into the pool of quicksilver. Richard, without conscious direction, crossed his wrists. The lustrous pool took on a glow. The sliph stilled, and began sinking into the well, slowly at first, and then with gathering speed, until she was gone.

  Kahlan stared up at him when he straightened. “I think there are a lot of things you are going to need to explain to me.”