Naked Empire tsot-8

by Terry Goodkind

  “What did Nicholas tell you before he left?”

  The man’s eyes slowly came into focus. “Nicholas knew you were going to attack at dawn. He told me the route you would take into the city.”

  Richard could hardly believe what he was hearing. “How could he possibly know that?”

  He hesitated. The sight of Cara’s Agiel made him talk.

  “I don’t know. Before he left, Nicolas told me how many men you had, told me when you would attack, and by which route. He told me to get people from the city to shield us from your attack. We gathered our most fanatical supporters and told them that you were coming to murder us, that you wanted to make war.”

  “When did Nicholas leave? Where did he take this woman?”

  Blood dripped from the man’s chin. “I don’t know. They just left in a hurry last night. That’s all I know.”

  “If you knew we were coming, why didn’t you make a better defense?”

  “Oh, but we did. Nicholas told me to take care of the city. I assured him that such a small force as yours cannot possibly defeat us.”

  Something was terribly wrong. “Why not?”

  For the first time, the man smiled. “Because you don’t know how many men we really have. Once I knew where your attack was coming, I was able to call in all my forces.” The man’s smile widened. “Do you hear that horn in the distance? Here they come.” A belly laugh rolled up. “You are about to die.”

  Richard gritted his teeth. “You first.”

  With a mighty thrust, he ran his sword through the officer’s heart. The man’s eyes widened in shock. Richard gave the blade a twist as he withdrew it to be sure the job was done.

  “We’d better get the men out of here,” Richard said as he took Cara’s arm and ran for the corner of the buildings.

  “Looks like we’re too late,” she said when they came out from behind cover and saw the legions of men pouring in all around them.

  How did Nicholas know when and where they were going to attack? There had been no one around—no races, not so much as a mouse had been there when they had made their plans as they moved through the countryside. How could he have known?

  “Dear spirits,” Cara said. “I didn’t think they had this many men in Bandakar.”

  The roar of the soldiers was deafening as they charged in. Richard was already spent. Each deep breath he pulled was agonizingly painful. He knew that there was no choice.

  He had to find a way to get to Kahlan. He had to hold out at least that long.

  Richard whistled in a signal to gather his men. As Anson and Owen ran up, Richard looked around and saw most of the others.

  “We have to try to break out of here. There’s too many of them. Stay together. We’re going to try to punch through. If we make it, scatter and try to make it back to the forest.”

  With Cara at one side, Tom at the other, Richard charged at the head of his men toward the enemy lines. Thousands of the Imperial Order soldiers poured out from the city around them and into the open. It was a frightening sight. There were so many that it almost seemed as if the ground itself were moving.

  Before Richard reached the soldiers, the morning suddenly lit with blinding blasts of fire. Thunderous eruptions of flame tore through the enemy lines, killing men by the hundreds. Sod, trees, and men were hurled into the air. Men, their clothes, hair, and flesh burning, tumbled across the ground.

  Richard heard a howl coming from behind. It sounded somehow familiar.

  He turned just in time to see a roiling ball of liquid yellow flame wailing through the air toward them. It expanded as it came, tumbling with seething, deadly intensity.

  Wizard’s fire.

  The incandescent, white-hot inferno roared by just overhead. Once past Richard and his men, it descended, crashing down among the enemy soldiers, spilling a flood of liquid death out among them. Wizard’s fire stuck to what it touched, burning with ferocious intensity. A single droplet of it would burn down through a man’s leg to the bone. It was horrifyingly deadly. It was said to be so excruciatingly painful that those who lived longed only for death.

  The question was, who was it coming from?

  To the other side, men of the Order fell as something scythed through their ranks. It almost looked as if a single blade cut them down by the hundreds, ripping them apart with bloody ferocity. But who was doing it?

  There was no time to stand around and wonder. Richard and his men had to turn to meet the soldiers who made it through the devastating conjuring.

  Now that their numbers had been so thinned, the Imperial Order soldiers were unable to mount an effective attack. Their charge fell apart on the blades of Richard’s men.

  As they fought, more deadly fire came in to catch those trying to run, or those who massed to attack. In other places, Order soldiers fell without Richard or his men touching them. They gasped in great agony, clutching their chests, and fell dead.

  Before long, the morning fell silent but for the groans of the wounded.

  Richard’s men rallied around him, unsure of what had happened, worried that whatever had befallen these men might suddenly turn and befall them as well.

  Richard realized that they didn’t see the attack of wizard’s fire and magic in the same way as he did; to them it must seem a miracle of salvation.

  Richard spotted two people beside one of the buildings off to the side of the grounds. One was taller than the other. He squinted, trying to make them out, but he just couldn’t see who they were. With a hand on Tom’s shoulder for support, they headed toward the two figures.

  “Richard, my boy,” Nathan said when Richard made it over to him. “So good to find you well.”

  Ann, a squat woman in a plain gray dress, smiled that knowing smile of hers, so filled with joy, satisfaction, and at the same time a kind of knowing tolerance.

  “I doubt you two could imagine how glad I am to see you,” Richard said, still catching his breath, trying not to breathe too deeply. “But what are you doing here? How in the world did you find me?”

  Nathan leaned in with a sly smile. “Prophecy, my boy.”

  Nathan wore high boots and a ruffled white shirt with a vest and an elegant green velvet cape attached at his right shoulder. The prophet cut quite the figure.

  Richard saw then that Nathan was wearing an exquisite sword in a polished scabbard. It seemed to Richard rather odd for a wizard who could command wizard’s fire to carry a sword. It seemed even more odd to see the man abruptly draw the weapon.

  Ann suddenly gasped as someone sprang from behind the building and grabbed her. It was one of the people from the city who had gathered to protect the army—a tall, slender, pinched-faced woman with a formidable scowl and a long knife.

  “You are murderers!” she cried, her straight hair whipping side to side. “You are filled with hate!”

  The ground around Ann and the woman erupted, chunks of dirt and grass flying up into the air. Ann, a sorceress, was apparently trying to fight off her attacker. The woman was unaffected. Against a pristinely ungifted person, magic wasn’t working.

  Nathan, not far to the side of Ann, stepped in and without ado ran the tall woman through with his sword. The woman staggered back, his sword through her chest, her face a picture of surprise. She dropped, sliding off the red blade.

  Ann, free of her attacker, glanced at the dead woman. She fixed Nathan in a scowl. “Dashing indeed.”

  Nathan smiled at her private joke. “I told you, they aren’t touched by magic.”

  “Nathan,” Richard said, “I still don’t understand—”

  “Come here, my dear,” Nathan said, signaling off behind him.

  Jennsen ran out from behind the building. She threw her arms around Richard.

  “I’m so glad you’re all right,” she said. “I hope you aren’t angry with me. Nathan showed up in the woods not long after you and the men left. I remembered seeing him before—at the People’s Palace in D’Hara. I knew he was a Rahl, so I told him
the trouble we were in. He and Ann wanted to help. We came as fast as we could.”

  Jennsen looked expectantly up at Richard. He answered her worry with a hug.

  “You did the right thing,” he told her. “You used your head for something the orders didn’t anticipate.”

  Now that the heat of battle had ended, Richard was dizzier than ever.

  He had to lean on Tom for support.

  Nathan put a shoulder under Richard’s other arm. “I hear you’re having trouble with your gift. Maybe I can help.”

  “I don’t have time. Nicholas the Slide has Kahlan. I have to find her or—”

  “Don’t play a fool when you aren’t,” Nathan said. “It won’t take long to bring your gift into harmony. You need the help of another wizard to get it under control—like the last time I helped you—or you won’t be of any use to anyone. Come on, let’s get you inside one of these places where it’s quiet. Then I can take care of that much of your troubles.”

  Richard wanted nothing more than to find Kahlan, but he didn’t know where to look. He felt like falling into the man’s arms and surrendering his destiny to him, to his experience, to his vast knowledge. Richard knew Nathan was right. He felt like crying with relief that help was finally at hand. Who better to help him get his gift back under control than a wizard?

  Richard had never even dared to hope to have this opportunity; he had planned on trying to get to Nicci because she was the only one he could think of who might know what to do. This was infinitely better than a sorceress helping him.

  A wizard was the only one really meant to help with this kind of trouble with another wizard’s gift.

  “Just make it quick,” he told Nathan.

  Nathan smiled that Rahl smile of his. “Come on, then. We’ll have your gift back to right in no time at all.”

  “Thank you, Nathan,” Richard mumbled as he let the big man help him through a nearby doorway.

  Chapter 60

  Richard sat cross-legged on the wood floor facing Nathan. The barren room had no furniture. Nathan said none was needed, that the floor was fine with him. Ann, not far away, sat on the floor as well. Richard was a little surprised that Nathan was allowing her to observe, but didn’t question it.

  There was the possibility that he might want to have her help for some part of it.

  Everyone else waited outside. Cara wasn’t happy about allowing Richard out of her sight, but Richard calmed her concern by telling her that he would feel more comfortable and able to concentrate on correcting the problem with his gift if he knew she was outside keeping an eye on everything for him.

  The two windows had been shuttered, allowing in only dim light and keeping out most of the noise. With his hands on his knees, the prophet pushed his back straighter and, drawing a deep breath, seemed to pull an aura of authority around himself. Nathan was the one who had first taught Richard about his gift, telling him how war wizards, like Richard, weren’t like other wizards. Instead of tapping the core of power within themselves, they directed their intent through their feelings.

  It had been a difficult concept to grasp. Nathan had told Richard that his power worked through anger.

  “Lose yourself in my eyes,” Nathan said in a quiet voice.

  Richard knew he had to try to put his worry for Kahlan aside.

  Trying to keep his breathing steady so as not to cough, he stared into Nathan’s hooded, deep, dark, azure eyes. Nathan’s gaze drew him in. Richard felt as if he were falling up into the clear blue sky. His breath came in ragged pulls, and not of his own doing. He felt Nathan’s commanding words more than heard them.

  “Call forth the anger, Richard. Call forth the rage. Call forth the hate and fury.”

  Richard’s head was swimming. He concentrated on calling his anger. He thought about Nicholas having Kahlan and he had no trouble summoning rage.

  He could feel another force within his own, as if he were drowning and someone were trying to hold his head above water.

  He drifted, alone, in a dark and still place. Time seemed to mean nothing.

  Time.

  He had to get to Kahlan in time. He was her only chance.

  Richard opened his eyes. “Nathan, I’m sorry, but . . .”

  Nathan was drenched in sweat. Ann was sitting beside him, holding Richard’s left hand, Nathan his right. Richard wondered what had happened.

  Richard looked from one face to the other. “What’s wrong?”

  They both looked grim. “We tried,” Nathan whispered. “I’m sorry, but we tried.”

  Richard frowned. They had only just begun.

  “What do you mean? Why are you giving up so soon?”

  Nathan cast a sidelong glance at Ann. “We’ve been at it for two hours, Richard.”

  “Two hours?”

  “I’m afraid there is nothing I can do, my boy.” By the sound of his voice, he meant it.

  Richard ran his fingers back through his hair. “What are you talking about? You’re the one who told me the last time, when I had this problem, joining with a wizard would set it straight. You said it was a simple matter for a wizard to fix such a disharmony with the gift.”

  “That’s the way it should be. But your gift is somehow tangled up into a knot that’s strangling you.”

  “But you’re a prophet, a wizard. Ann, you’re a sorceress. Together you both probably know more about magic than anyone who has lived in thousands of years.”

  “Richard, there has not been another born like you in the last three thousand years. We don’t know that much about how your particular gift works.” Ann paused to push stray strands of gray hair back into the bun at the back of her head. “We tried, Richard. I swear to you, we both tried our best. Your gift is beyond Nathan’s help, even with my ability enhancing his power. We tried everything we know, and even a few things we thought up. None of it had any effect. We cannot help you.”

  “So, what must I do?”

  Nathan’s azure eyes turned away. “Your gift is killing you, Richard. I don’t know the cause, but I’m afraid that it has spiraled into a phase that is out of control and fatal.”

  Ann’s eyes were wet. “Richard . . . I’m so sorry.”

  Richard looked from one distraught face to the other.

  “I guess it doesn’t really matter,” Richard said.

  Nathan frowned. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter?”

  Richard rose up, groping for the wall to keep his balance. “I’ve been poisoned. The antidote is gone. . . . There is no cure. I’m afraid that I’m running out of time. I guess the joke is on my gift—something else is going to get me first.”

  Ann stood and gripped his upper arms. “Richard, we can’t help you right now, but you can at least rest while we try to figure out—”

  “No.” Richard waved off her concern. “No. I can’t waste what little time I have left. I have to get to Kahlan.”

  Ann cleared her throat. “Richard, at the Palace of the Prophets, Nathan and I waited for your birth for a very long time. We worked to clear those obstacles that Prophecy showed us lay in your path. The prophecies name you as central to the course of the future of the world. In fact, they say you are the only one with a chance; we need you to lead us in this battle.

  “We don’t know what is wrong with your gift, but we can work on. You must be here so that if we come up with a solution, we can set your power right.”

  “I’ll not live for you to cure me. Don’t you see? The poison is killing me. It has three states. I’m already entering the third state: blindness. I’m going to die. I must use what time I have left to find Kahlan. You aren’t going to have me to lead you, but if I can get her away from Nicholas, you will have her to lead the struggle in my place.”

  “You know where she is, then?” Nathan asked.

  Richard realized that in the state of focused, concentrated thought, as he was adrift in that quiet place while Nathan was trying to help him, it had come to him where Nicholas most likely had ta
ken Kahlan. He had to get there while Nicholas was still there with her.

  “Yes, I believe I do.”

  Richard pulled open the door. Cara, sitting right outside, shot to her feet. Her expectant expression quickly withered when he shook his head, signaling that it hadn’t worked.

  “We have to get going. Right away. I think I know where Nicholas took Kahlan. We have to hurry.”

  “You know?” Jennsen asked, holding Betty close by the rope.

  “Yes. We need to leave at once.”

  “Where is she, then?” Jennsen asked.

  Richard gestured. “Owen, remember how you told us about a fortified encampment the Imperial Order built when they first came to Bandakar and they were worried about their safety?”

  “Back near my town,” Owen said.

  Richard nodded. “That’s right. I think Nicholas took Kahlan there. It’s a secure place they built to hold some of the women captive. There would be plenty of soldiers to protect him and it’s the kind of place built specifically to be defensible, so it would be much more difficult to approach than his place, here, in the city.”

  “Then how will we approach it?” Jennsen asked.

  “We’ll have to figure that out once we get there and see the place.”

  Nathan joined Richard at the door. “Ann and I will go with you. We might be able to help rescue Kahlan from the Slide. While we travel the two of us can work on a solution for untangling your gift.”

  Richard gripped Nathan’s shoulder. “There are no horses in this land. If you can run and keep up with us, you’re welcome, but I can’t afford to slow for you. I don’t have much time, and neither does Kahlan. Nicholas will not likely hold her there long. After he pauses for rest and supplies and then leaves this land, it will be even more difficult to find him. We have no time to lose. We’re going to have to travel as swiftly as possible.”

  Nathan’s eyes turned down in disappointment.

  Ann drew Richard into a brief hug. “We’re far too old to keep up the speed afoot that you and these young people can. When you get her away from the Slide, come back and we’ll do our best to help you. We’ll work on the problem while you’re getting her out of his clutches. Come back then, and we’ll have a solution.”