Naked Empire tsot-8

by Terry Goodkind

  She walked in silence for a time, thinking about what he’d said.

  Richard noticed that she moved through the woods as he had taught Cara to move. She was nearly as at home in the woods as he was.

  “Richard.” Jennsen swallowed. “I don’t want those people to be hurt any more. They’ve already suffered enough.”

  “Tell that to Kahlan if I die from their poison.”

  When they reached the meeting place, Cara wasn’t there yet. They all were ready for a brief rest. The spot, a break in the slope back against granite that rose up steeply to the next projection in the mountain, was protected high overhead by huge pines and closer down by brush. After so long out in the heat of the desert, none of them were yet accustomed to the wet chill. While they spread out to find rocks for seats so they wouldn’t have to sit in the wet leaf litter, Betty happily sampled the tasty weeds.

  Owen sat to the far side, away from Betty.

  Kahlan sat close to Richard on a small lump of rock. “How are you doing? You look like you have a headache.”

  “Nothing to be done about it for now,” he said.

  Kahlan leaned closer. The warmth of her felt good against his side.

  “Richard,” she whispered, “remember Nicci’s letter?”

  “What about it?”

  “Well, we assumed that this boundary into Bandakar being down was the reason for the first warning beacon. Maybe we’re wrong.”

  “What makes you think so?”

  “No second beacon.” She pointed with her chin off to the northwest. “We saw the first way back down there. We’re a lot closer to the place where the boundary was and we haven’t spotted a second beacon.”

  “Just as well,” he said. “That was where the races were waiting for us.”

  He remembered well when they found the little statue. The races were perched in trees all around. Richard hadn’t known what they were at the time, other than they were large birds he’d never seen before. The instant Cara picked up the statue, the black-tipped races had all suddenly taken to wing. There had been hundreds.

  “Yes,” Kahlan said, “but without the second beacon, maybe this isn’t the problem that we thought caused the first.”

  “You’re assuming that the second beacon will be for me—that I’m the one it will be meant for and so we would have seen it. Nicci said that the second beacon is for the one who has the power to fix the breach in the seal. Maybe that’s not me.”

  Looking at first startled by the idea, Kahlan thought it over. “I’m not sure if I’d be pleased about that or not.” She leaned tighter against him and hooked an arm around his thigh. “But no matter who is meant to be the one who can seal the breach again, the one who’s supposed to restore the boundary, I don’t think they will be able to do so.”

  Richard ran his fingers back through his wet hair. “Well, if I’m the one this dead wizard once believed could restore the boundary, he’s wrong. I don’t know how to do such a thing.”

  “But don’t you see, Richard? Even if you did know how, I don’t think you could.”

  Richard looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “Jumping to conclusions and letting your imagination get carried away, again?”

  “Richard, face it, the boundary failed because of what I did. That’s why the warning beacon was for me—because I caused the seal to fail. You aren’t going to try to deny that, are you?”

  “No, but we have a lot to learn before we know what’s really going on.”

  “I freed the chimes,” she said. “It’s not going to do us any good to try to hide from that fact.”

  Kahlan had used ancient magic to save his life. She had freed the chimes in order to heal him. She’d had no time to spare; he would have died within moments if she had not acted.

  Moreover, she’d had no idea that the chimes would unleash destruction upon the world. She hadn’t known they had been created three thousand years before from underworld powers as a weapon designed to consume magic. She had been told only that she must use them to save Richard’s life.

  Richard knew what it felt like to be convinced of the facts behind events and to have no one believe him. He knew she was now feeling that same frustration.

  “You’re right that we can’t hide from it—if it is a fact. But right now we don’t know that it is. For one thing, the chimes have been banished back to the underworld.”

  “And what about what Zedd told us, about how once the destructive cascade of magic begins—which it did—then there is no telling if it can be stopped even if the chimes are banished. There is no experience in such an event upon which to base predictions.”

  Richard didn’t have an answer for her, and was at a disadvantage because he didn’t have her education in magic. He was saved from having to speculate when Cara came in through a tight patch of young balsam trees. She pulled her pack off her shoulders and let it slip to the ground as she sat on a rock facing Richard.

  “You were right. We can get through there. It looks to me like I can see a way to continue on up from the ledge.”

  “Good,” Richard said as he stood. “Let’s get going. The clouds are getting darker. I think we need to find a place to stop for the night.”

  “I spotted a place under the ledge, Lord Rahl. I think it might be a dry place to stay.”

  “Good.” Richard hoisted her pack. “I’ll carry this for you for a while, let you have a break.”

  Cara nodded her appreciation, falling into line as they moved through the tight trees and immediately had to start to climb up the steeply rising ground. There was enough exposed rock and roots to provide good steps and handholds. Where some of those steps were tall, Richard stretched down to give Kahlan a hand.

  Tom helped Jennsen and passed Betty up a few times, even though the goat was better at scrambling up over rock than they were. Richard thought he was doing it more for Jennsen’s peace of mind than Betty’s. Jennsen finally told Tom that Betty could climb on her own.

  Betty proved her right, bleating down at Tom after effortlessly clambering up a particularly trying spot.

  “Why don’t you help me up, then,” Tom said to the goat.

  Jennsen smiled along with Richard and Kahlan. Owen just watched as he skirted the other way around the rock. He was afraid of Betty. Cara finally asked for her pack back, having entertained long enough the possibility of being considered frail.

  Shortly after the rain started, they found the low slit of an opening under a prominent ledge, just as Cara had said they would. It wasn’t a cave, but a spot where a slab from the face of the mountain above had broken off and fallen over. Boulders on the ground held the slab up enough to create a pocket beneath. It wasn’t large, but Richard thought they would all fit under it for the night.

  The ground was dirty, scattered with collected leaf litter and forest debris of bark, moss, and a lot of bugs. Tom and Richard used branches they’d cut to quickly sweep the place out. They then laid down a clean bed of evergreen boughs to keep them up off the water that did run in.

  The rain was starting to come down harder, so they all squatted down and hurried to move in under the rock. It wasn’t a comfortable-looking spot, being too low for them to stand in, but it was fairly dry.

  Richard dared not let them have a fire, now that they had left the regular trail, lest the smoke be spotted by the races. They had a cold supper of meats, leftover bannock, and dried goods. They were all exhausted from climbing all day, and while they ate engaged in only a bit of small talk. Betty was the only one with enough room to stand. She pushed up against Richard until she got his attention and a rub.

  As darkness slowly enveloped the woods, they watched the rain fall outside their cozy shelter, listening to the soft sound, all no doubt wondering what lay ahead in a strange empire that had been sealed away for three thousand years. Troops from the Imperial Order would be there, too.

  As Richard sat watching out into the dark rain, listening to the sounds of the occasional animal in t
he distance, Kahlan cuddled up beside him, laying her head on his lap. Betty went deeper into the shelter and lay down with Jennsen.

  Kahlan, under the comfort of his hand resting tenderly on her shoulder, was asleep in moments. As weary as he was from the day’s hard journey, Richard wasn’t sleepy.

  His head hurt and the poison deep within him made each breath catch. He wondered what would strike him down first, the power of his gift that was giving him the headaches, or Owen’s poison.

  He wondered, too, just how he was going to satisfy the demands of Owen and his men to free their empire so that he could have the antidote. The five of them, he, Kahlan, Cara, Jennsen, and Tom, hardly seemed the army needed to drive the Order out of Bandakar.

  If he didn’t, and if he couldn’t get to the antidote, his life was coming to a close. This very well could be his final journey.

  It seemed like he had just gotten back together with Kahlan after being separated from her for half his life. He wanted to be with her. He wanted the two of them to be able to be alone.

  If he didn’t think of something, all they had in each other, all they had ahead of them, was just about over. And that was without even considering the headaches of the gift.

  Or the Imperial Order capturing the Wizard’s Keep.

  Chapter 32

  Richard gripped the edge of the rock at the face of the opening to help pull himself up and out from the dark hole in the abrupt rise of granite before them. Once out, he brushed the sharp little granules of rock from his hands as he turned to the others.

  “It goes through. It isn’t easy, but it goes through.”

  He saw a dubious look on Tom’s face, and a look of consternation on Owen’s. Betty, her floppy ears perked ahead in what Richard thought could only be a goat frown, peered down into the narrow chasm and bleated.

  “But I don’t think we can,” Owen complained. “What if . . .”

  “We get stuck?” Richard asked.

  Owen nodded.

  “Well, you have an advantage over Tom and me,” Richard said as he picked up his pack from nearby to the side where he’d left it. “You’re not quite as big. If I made it through and back, then you can make it, Owen.”

  Owen waved a hand up the steep ascent to his right. “But what about that way? Couldn’t we just go around?”

  “I don’t like going into dark, narrow places like this, either,” Richard said. “But if we go around that way we have to go out on the ledges. You heard what Cara said; it’s narrow and dangerous. If it were the only way it would be another matter, but it’s not.

  “The races could spot us out there. Worse, if they wanted, they could attack us and we could easily fall or be forced over the edge. I don’t like going in places like this, but I don’t think I’d like to be out there on a windblown ledge no wider than the sole of my boot, with a fall of thousands of feet straight down if I make one slip, and then have one of those races suddenly show up to rip into me with their talons or those sharp beaks of theirs. Would you prefer that?”

  Owen licked his lips as he bent at the waist and looked into the narrow passageway. “Well, I guess you’re right.”

  “Richard,” Kahlan asked in a whisper as the rest of them started taking off their packs so they could more easily fit through, “if this was a trail, as you suspect, why isn’t there a better way through?”

  “I think that sometime only in the last few thousand years this huge section of the mountain broke away and slid down, coming to rest at this angle, leaving a narrow passageway beneath it.” He pointed up. “See up there? I think this entire portion down here used to be up there. I think it’s now sitting right where the trail used to be.”

  “And there’s no other way but this cave or the ledges?”

  “I’m not saying that. I believe there’s other old routes, but we would have to backtrack for most of a day to take the last fork I saw, and then there isn’t any guarantee with that one, either. If you really want, though, we can go back and try.”

  Kahlan shook her head. “We can’t afford to lose any time. We need to get to the antidote.”

  Richard nodded. He didn’t know how he was supposed to rid an entire empire of the Imperial Order so they could get to the antidote, but he had a few ideas. He needed to get the antidote; he saw no reason he had to play by Owen’s rules—or the Order’s.

  Kahlan gave the narrow, dark tunnel another look. “You’re sure there aren’t any snakes in there?”

  “I didn’t see any.”

  Tom handed Richard his sword. “I’ll go last,” he said. “If you make it through, I can.”

  Richard nodded as he laid the baldric over his shoulder. He turned the scabbard at his hip in order to clear the rock and then started in. He hugged his pack to his abdomen as he crouched to make it into the small space. The slab of rock above him lay at an angle, so that he couldn’t remain upright, but had to twist sideways and back as he went into the darkness. The farther in he went, the darker it became. As the others followed him into the narrow passage, it blocked much of the light, making it even darker.

  The rains of recent days had finally ended, but runnels and runoff continued to flow from the mountain. Their wading through ankle-deep water standing in the bottom of the cavern sent echoes through the narrow confines. The waves in the water played gloomy light along the wet walls, providing at least some illumination.

  The thought occurred to him that if he was a snake, this would make a good spot to call home. The thought also occurred to him that if Kahlan, right behind him, happened upon a snake in such cramped quarters, she would not be pleased with him in the least for taking her in.

  Things that were frightening outside were different when you couldn’t maneuver, couldn’t run. Panic always seemed to lurk in tight places.

  As it became darker, Richard had to feel his way along the cold stone.

  In places where water seeped down the rock, the walls were slimy. In some spots there was mud, in other places dry rock to walk on. Most of it, though, was wet muck. Spongy leaves had collected in some of the irregular low places.

  By the smell, it was obvious that some animal had died and was decomposing somewhere in the sodden grotto. He heard moans and complaints from behind when the rest of them encountered the stench. Betty bleated her unhappiness. Jennsen’s echoing whisper told the goat to be quiet.

  Even the displeasure of the smell was forgotten as they worked their way under the immense curtain of rock draped over where the trail used to be. This wasn’t a true cave, like underground caves Richard had encountered before. It was only a narrow crack under what was, in essence, a big rock.

  There were no chambers and different routes to worry about; there was only one narrow void under the rock, so lighting their way wasn’t critical. He knew, too, that it wasn’t all that long. It only felt that way in the dark.

  Richard reached the spot where the way ahead abruptly started up at a steep angle. Feeling the walls all around to find places to grab, he started the difficult climb. In places he had to wedge his back against one wall and use his feet against the opposite wall to brace himself while grappling for any ledge or crack in the rock he could find to help pull himself up. He had to balance his pack in his lap as he went, and keep his sword from getting wedged. It was slow going.

  Richard finally reached the high table where the rock from above had first come down. The hollow left under the mountain of rock was basically horizontal, rather than vertical, as it had been. Rock rested along the edge of most of the shelf, but there was one place with ample room for them to make it through, over the edge and then in under the slab above them. Once up onto the flat, he leaned over as far as he could, extending a hand down to help Kahlan.

  He heard the grunts of effort from below Kahlan as the rest of the small company worked their way up the precipitous passage.

  From his place atop the table of rock, Richard could finally see light ahead and light above. He had scouted the route and knew that t
hey were close to being out the other side, but first they had to make it across the shelf of rock where the slab left little room above them. It was uncomfortably confining.

  Richard didn’t like such places. He knew, though, that there was no other way through. This was the place he worried most about. Tight as it was, it was fortunately close to the end.

  “We have to crawl on our bellies from here,” he told Kahlan. “Hold my ankle. Have everyone behind do the same.”

  Kahlan peered ahead toward the light coming from the opening. The glare of that light made it difficult to see to the sides. “Richard, it doesn’t look big enough. It’s just a crack.”

  Richard pushed his pack out onto the rock. “There’s a way. We’ll be out soon.”

  Kahlan let out a deep breath. “All right. The sooner the better.”

  “Listen to me,” he called back into the darkness. “We’re almost out.”

  “If you make us walk through any more rotting animals, I’ll clobber you,” Jennsen called up to him. Everyone laughed.

  “No more of that,” Richard said. “But there is a difficult spot ahead. I’ve been through it, so I know we can all make it. But you have to listen to me and do as I say. Crawl on your stomach, pushing your pack ahead of you. Hold the ankle of the person in front of you. That way you’ll all follow in the right place.

  “You’ll see the light ahead of you. You can’t go toward the light. That isn’t the way out. The ceiling drops down too low and the slope of the rock starts pitching down to the left. If you slip down in there it gets even tighter; you’ll not be able to get out. We have to go around the low place in the ceiling. We have to go around on the right side, where it’s dark, but not as low. Does everyone understand?”

  Agreement echoed up from the darkness.

  “Richard,” Jennsen called in a small voice, “I don’t like being in here. I want out.”

  Her voice carried a thread of panic.

  “I don’t either,” he told her. “But I’ve been through and out the other side. I made it through and back. You’ll be fine. Just follow me and you won’t have a problem.”