He pulled out the lock of Kahlan’s hair.
If you really love me, she had said, you will do this. That was what he had told Gratch. In a flash of understanding, it all came to him. The jolt of comprehension took his breath.
Kahlan had not been sending him away, she had been saving his life. She had done for him what he had just done for Gratch.
The pain of having doubted her took him to his knees. It must have broken her heart. How could he have doubted her?
The collar. He had been so afraid of the collar he had been blinded to it. She loved him. She didn’t want to be set free, she wanted only to save his life.
She loved him.
He threw his arms open and turned his face up to the sky.
“She loves me!”
He knelt, staring at the lock of hair she had given him to remind him of her love. In his whole life, he had never felt a sense of relief this great. The world came back to life for him.
Richard’s mind swirled in a confusion of conflicting emotions. He felt heartsick that he had sent Gratch away, that Gratch thought Richard didn’t want him around anymore, but at the same time, he felt overwhelming joy that Kahlan loved him.
In the end, joy won out. He decided that someday Gratch might come to understand, as he had, that it had been necessary. Someday, he would have the collar off, and he would find Gratch, and make it up to him. And even if he didn’t, the gar was better off living as a gar should, hunting and searching out its own kind. It would come to have its own happiness, as had Richard.
Although he wanted more than anything to throw his arms around Kahlan, hug her tight, and tell her how much he loved her, he couldn’t. He was still a prisoner of the Sisters, but he would study, and learn, and get the collar off. He would get the collar off, and return to Kahlan. He knew without a doubt that she would be waiting for him. She had said she would always love him.
When he met the search party of Sisters at the edge of Tanimura, he told them that they needn’t bother, that they would find the beast gone. They didn’t believe him, and went on into the hills. Richard didn’t care. Gratch was gone. His friend was safe.
Richard bought a gold necklace from a street hawker. He didn’t know if it was real gold, but he didn’t care, it looked pretty. He trotted the rest of the way to the palace.
Pasha was pacing up and down in the hall outside his room.
“Richard! Richard, I was so worried. I know that right now you’re furious with me, but in time you will see that . . .”
He grinned. “I’m not angry, Pasha. In fact, I brought you a present, to thank you.”
She smiled in coy surprise as he offered her the necklace. “For me? Why?”
“Because of you, I figured out that she loves me, and always has. I was just being a blind fool. You helped me see that.”
She regarded him with a frosty look. “But you are here, now, Richard. You will forget her in time. You’ll see that I’m the one for you.”
He smiled happily at her. “Pasha, I’m sorry. It’s nothing against you. You’re a beautiful young woman. In time, you’ll find the one for you. You can have your pick of nearly any man. Everyone likes you. But I’m not the one for you. Maybe if I lived to be a hundred, but short of that . . .”
Her sly smile returned. “Then I will wait.”
He kissed the top of her head before going through the door. He didn’t think he would be able to sleep while he was this excited, but all the walking and running had left him exhausted. His last thoughts before he drifted off were of Kahlan. He pictured her in his mind, as if she was there with him: her special smile, her deep green eyes, and her radiant long hair. He drifted into the best sleep he had had in months.
In the days following, Richard felt as if his feet hardly touched the ground. Everyone was puzzled by his good mood. They frowned at him at first, but were eventually caught up in his cheer. Some of the Sisters giggled when he told them they looked as beautiful as a sunny day.
He urged the Sisters who came to practice with him to try harder, to help him reach his Han. He had them stay longer than usual. Sisters Tovi and Cecilia bubbled with enthusiasm, Merissa and Nicci bestowed small smiles of pleasure, Armina was cautiously pleased, and Liliana delighted. He wanted his collar off, and until he could do what they wanted, he knew it would stay on.
Having not seen Warren in a while, he finally went down to the vaults to see how his search was coming. Sister Becky was off retching, and the other Sister giggled when he winked at her.
Warren was pleasantly surprised to see him and exhilarated about some of the things he had found. He could hardly wait to tell Richard. When the door to one of the back rooms had grated closed, he started opening volumes on the table.
“What you told me has been a great help. Look here.” Warren pointed at words Richard couldn’t understand. “Just like you told me. This says that the Stone of Tears being in this world, in itself, does not free the Keeper.”
“So what significance does it have?”
“Well, it’s as if there are a number of locks on his prison door, and this turns the key in one, but it does not free him. There are a number of ways for it to help him, a number of objects of magic to help. But the Stone of Tears itself must be used by one from this world, one with the gift for both Additive and Subtractive Magic, to free the Keeper. Those with only the gift for Additive can cause harm, tear the veil more, but not free him with it.
“I think,” Warren said with a twinkle, “that we’re safe with that black stone in this world as long as we’re careful.”
“It’s not black. I never told you it was black. I just described the shape and size.”
Warren touched a finger to his lower lip. “Not black? Then what color is it?”
“Amber.”
Warren slapped his hands to his chest with a groan of relief. “Thank the Creator.” He let out an uncharacteristic whoop. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all year! Amber means it was touched by a wizard’s tears. That repulses the Keeper. It’s like rotten, festering meat would be to us. His agents won’t touch it!”
Richard’s grin widened. It had to be Zedd who had done it. That was why he felt Zedd’s pull from the stone. This, on top of his discovery about Kahlan, was just too much. He couldn’t keep the happiness to himself. “Warren, I have other good news. I’m in love. I’m going to be wed.”
Warren gave another whoop, but then his smile wilted. “It’s not Pasha, is it? If it is, that’s all right, I will understand. You two will make a handsome . . .”
Richard lightly touched Warren’s shoulder. “No, it’s not Pasha. I’ll tell you about her some other time. She’s the Mother Confessor. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. What about the other things?”
“Well.” He pulled another book across the table. “There are precious few references to the round bone you spoke of, and the skrin. One of them is in a forked prophecy having to do with the winter solstice coming up in a couple of weeks. It’s a complicated juncture of forks and crossovers. We’ve only recently learned that the prophecy about that woman and her people is the descendent of a true fork . . .”
Whenever Warren went off on his talk of forks and junctures, Richard always started getting lost. About the only thing he understood was winter solstice.
“What does the winter solstice have to do with anything?”
Warren looked up. “Winter solstice. The shortest day of the year. Shortest day, longest night. See what I mean?”
“No. What does that have to do with the skrin?”
“The longest night of the year. Longest night, most darkness. You see, the Keeper has certain times when he can exert greater or lesser influence in this world. His is the world of darkness, and when we are in the period of the longest darkness, the veil is at its weakest. That’s when he is able to do the most harm.”
“Then we’re in danger in a few weeks, at winter solstice.”
Warren’s eyebrows lifted in delight. “Yes. But yo
u’ve given me the information to solve an upcoming prophecy, along with what we now know to be the true fork involved along with it. You see, with this winter solstice, there is a prophecy about the danger to the world of the living.
“The Keeper has to have a number of elements in place for it to be a true fork, such as an open gateway, but he needs an agent in this world—” Warren leaned forward in delight.
“—and he in turn needs the skrin. If he has the skrin bone you told me of, he can invoke the guardian, and destroy it. If the guardian is destroyed, the Keeper can come through the gateway.”
“Warren, that sounds pretty frightening to me.”
Warren lifted his hand with a dismissive wave. “No, no. Many prophecies sound ominous, like this one. But the elements are rarely all in place, so they turn out to be false forks, as most do. The books are clogged with false forks, because—”
“Warren, get to the point.”
“Oh, yes. Well, you see, you told me that your friend has the bone that can invoke the skrin. And the Keeper would need an agent, but he doesn’t have one. Without the skrin bone, and with the upcoming fork which we know must be passed correctly, and we think it will, this is just another false fork, so we’re safe!”
Richard felt a distant tingling of apprehension, but Warren’s bubbly confidence overwhelmed it. He was caught up in Warren’s enthusiasm. He gave the young man a clap on the back.
“Good work, Warren. Now I can concentrate on learning to use my Han.”
Warren beamed. “Thank you, Richard. I’m so glad you’ve been able to help me. I’ve made more progress than I ever thought I would before I met you.”
Still grinning, Richard shook his head in wonder. “Warren, I’ve never met anyone that was so smart, yet so young.”
Warren laughed as if that was the funniest thing he had ever heard.
“What’s so funny?”
“Your joke,” Warren said, wiping tears from his eyes.
“What joke?”
Warren’s laughter slowed to a frowning chuckle. “About me being young. It was funny.”
Richard held his polite smile. “Warren, why is that funny?”
Warren’s chuckle died down to a grin. “Because I’m one hundred and fifty-seven years old.”
Richard’s flesh prickled. “Now you’re making a joke. That’s a joke. It is a joke, Warren, isn’t it?”
Warren’s good humor evaporated. He blinked. “Richard . . . you do know, don’t you. They must have told you. I was sure they would have told you by now . . .”
Richard’s arm swept the books aside. He scooted his chair closer. “Told me what? Warren, don’t you say something like that and then go silent on me. You’re my friend, you tell me.”
Warren cleared his throat and then wet his lips with his tongue. He leaned in a little. “Richard, I’m sorry. I thought you knew, or I would have told you myself a long time ago. I would have.”
“Told me what!”
“The magic. The magic of the Palace of the Prophets. It has Additive and Subtractive elements to it that are tied to the other worlds. That makes time move differently here.”
“Warren,” Richard said hoarsely, “do you mean it affects all of us? All those wearing the collar?”
“No . . . everyone at the palace. The Sisters, too. This place is spelled. As long as the Sisters live at the palace, they age the same as we do. The spell makes us age more slowly; makes time seem different to us.”
“What do you mean, ‘different’?”
The spell slows our aging process. “For every year we age, those outside age between ten and fifteen years.”
Richard’s head was spinning. “Warren, that can’t be true. It can’t.” He tried desperately to think of proof. “Pasha. Pasha could only be . . .”
“Richard, I’ve known Pasha for over a hundred years.”
Richard slid the chair back and stood. He raked his fingers through his hair. “That doesn’t make any sense. It has to be some kind of . . . Why would it work like that?”
Warren took Richard’s arm and sat him down. He pulled his own chair close. He spoke in a soft, concerned voice, as one would when breaking calamitous news to a someone.
“It takes a long time to train a wizard. Outside, in the rest of the world, over twenty years had gone by before I was even able to touch my Han. But because I live here, I had aged less than two years. Twenty years had passed here, too, but I aged only two. If the palace did not slow our aging, we would all die of old age before we could even light a lamp with our Han.
“I have never heard of it taking less than two hundred years to train a wizard. Commonly, it takes near to three hundred, and sometimes even as much as four hundred.
“The wizards who created this place knew that, and so they tied the magic here to the worlds beyond, where time is meaningless. I don’t know how it works, just that it does.”
Richard’s hands shook. “But . . . I have to get this collar off. I have to get to Kahlan. I can’t wait that long. Warren, help me. I can’t wait that long.”
Warren glanced to the floor. “I’m sorry, Richard. I don’t know how to get our collars off, and I don’t know how to get by the barrier that keeps us here. I know how you feel, though. It drove me into the vaults for the last fifty years. Some of the others don’t seem to care, and say that it just gives them more time with women.”
Richard slowly rose. “I can’t believe it.”
Warren turned his face up. “Richard, please forgive me for telling you. I’m sorry I was the one to hurt you. You’ve always been . . .”
Richard put a hand to Warren’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t do it. You simply told me the truth.” His voice felt as if it were coming from the bottom of a well. “Thank you for the truth, my friend.”
All he could think, as his feet shuffled toward the door, was that his dreams were all dying. If he couldn’t get the collar off, everything would be lost.
Sisters Ulicia and Finella both stood in warning as he came through the doors. They backed away, the same as the guards had, when they saw the look on his face. A sparkling shield went up before the door. He went through it without slowing. The door beyond burst open for him, without him touching it, part of the frame splintering. It somehow never occurred to him to use the knob.
The Prelate was sitting with her hands folded on the heavy walnut table. Her solemn eyes watched him come. Richard pressed up against the table, towering over her.
“I must admit, Richard,” she said in a somber tone, “that I have not been looking forward to this visit.”
His straining voice broke. “Why didn’t Sister Verna tell me?”
“I ordered her not to.”
“And why did you not tell me?”
“Because I wanted you first to learn some significant things about yourself, so you would be better able to understand your importance. The burden of a wizard, and of a Prelate, too.”
Richard sank to his knees before her desk. “Ann,” he whispered, “please, help me. I must have the Rada’Han off. I love Kahlan. I need her. I need to get back to her. I’ve been gone a long time. Please, Ann, help me. Take the collar off.”
She closed her eyes for a long moment. When they opened, they were heavy with regret.
“I spoke the truth, Richard. We cannot get the Rada’Han off until you learn enough to help us. That will take time.”
“Please, Ann, help me. Isn’t there any other way?”
Slowly, her eyes staying on his, she shook her head. “No, Richard. Over time, you will come to accept it. They all do. It is easier for the rest, because they come here as boys, not understanding, and grasp it only over time. We have never had to tell one grown, like you, who could understand the significance.”
Richard couldn’t make himself think clearly. It felt as if he were stumbling in a dark dream. “But, we’ll lose so much time together. She will be old. Everyone I know will be old.”
Ann smoothed her
hair back as she averted her eyes. “Richard, by the time you are trained and leave here, the great-great-great grandchildren of everyone you know will have died of old age and been buried in the ground for over a hundred years.”
He blinked at her, trying to comprehend the math of the generations involved, but it all turned to mush in his mind. He suddenly remembered what Shota had warned him of—a trap in time. This was that trap.
He had been stripped of everything by these people. Everything he loved was gone. He would never see Zedd again, or Chase, or anyone he knew. He would never hold Kahlan again. He would never be able to tell her that he loved her, that he understood the sacrifice she had made for him.
Chapter 63
Richard looked up from where he sat on the floor to see Warren in the doorway. He hadn’t heard the knock. When he said nothing, Warren rushed over and squatted down beside him.
“Listen, Richard, something you said made me think. You said that you were going to wed the Mother Confessor.”
Richard’s mind came out of the daze and his eyes suddenly came up. “The prophecy is about her, isn’t it. The prophecy you said would come on winter solstice.”
“I think it might be. But I don’t know enough about her, about Confessors, to tell. Does the Mother Confessor wear white?”
“Yes. The Confessors are born to find the truth. She is the last one.”
“Richard, I think that is good news. I think she is to find happiness, and bring it to her people, on winter solstice.”
Richard remembered the vision he had had in the Tower of Perdition. He remembered the horror of what he had seen. The words Kahlan had spoken were burned into his memory. He quoted it to Warren.
“Of all there were, but a single one born of the magic to bring forth truth will remain alive when the shadow’s threat is lifted. Therefore comes the greater darkness of the dead. For there to be a chance at life’s bond, this one in white must be offered to her people, to bring their joy and good cheer.”
“Yes! That’s it! I believe that the ‘greater darkness’ means both the Keeper, and winter solstice. I think that means . . . Richard, where did you read that prophecy?”
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