Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [112]
Adie closed her eyes and nodded. “Yes child. I gave it to her to protect her unborn daughter, to keep her child safe, that she might grow to be strong, like her mother. I can see that she has.”
Kahlan slipped her arms around the old woman. “Thank you, Adie,” she said tearfully, “for helping my mother.” Adie held the crutch with one hand, and with the other rubbed Kahlan’s back in genuine sympathy. After a few moments Kahlan separated from the old woman and wiped the tears from her eyes.
Richard saw his opening, and went for it with single-minded determination.
“Adie,” he said in a soft voice, “you helped Kahlan before she was born. Help her now. Her life and the lives of a great many others are at stake. Darken Rahl hunts her, hunts me. We need the help of these two men. Please help them. Help Kahlan.”
Adie gave him her small smile. She nodded her head a little to herself. “The wizard chooses his Seekers well. Fortunately for you, patience be not a prerequisite for the post. Be at ease; I would not have had you bring them in if I did not intend to help them.”
“Well, perhaps you cannot see,” he pressed, “but Zedd especially is in bad shape. His breathing is hardly there at all.”
Adie’s white eyes regarded him with strained tolerance. “Tell me,” she said in her dry rasp, “do you know Kahlan’s secret, the one she keeps from you?”
Richard said nothing and tried to show no emotion. Adie turned to Kahlan.
“Tell me, child, do you know the secret he keeps from you?” Kahlan said nothing. Adie looked back to Richard. “Does the wizard know of the secret you keep from him? No. Do you know the secret the wizard keeps from you? No. Three blind people. Hmm? Seems I be able to see better than you.”
Richard wondered what secret Zedd was keeping from him. He lifted an eyebrow. “And which of these secrets do you know, Adie?”
She pointed a thin finger at Kahlan. “Hers only.”
Richard was relieved, but tried to let his face show nothing. He had been on the verge of panic. “Everyone has secrets, my friend, and has a right to keep them when there is need.”
Her smile widened. “That be true, Richard Cypher.”
“Now, what about these two?”
“Do you know how to heal them?” she asked.
“No. If I did, I obviously would have already done so.”
“Your impatience is to be forgiven; it be only right for you to fear for the lives of your friends. I bear you no ill will for your concern. But be at ease, they have been receiving help from the moment you brought them in.”
Richard gave her a confused look. “Really?”
She nodded. “They be struck down by underworld beasts. It will take time for them to wake, days. How many I cannot say. But they be dry. Lack of water will be the death of them, therefore they must be brought awake enough to drink, or they will die. The wizard breathes slow not because he be worse, but because that be the way wizards save strength in time of trouble—they go into a deeper sleep. I must bring them both awake to drink. You will not be able to talk to them, they will not know you, so be not afraid when you see it. Go to the corner, bring the water bucket.”
Richard retrieved the water and then helped Adie lower herself to sit cross-legged at the heads of Zedd and Chase. She pulled Kahlan down next to her. She asked Richard to bring a bone implement from the shelf.
Part of it looked very much like a human thighbone. The entire object had a dark brown patina, and looked to be ancient. Down the shaft of the bone were carved symbols Richard didn’t recognize. At one end were two skull tops, one to each side of the ball. They had been cut smoothly into half spheres, and covered with dried skin of some kind. In the center of each skin was a knot that looked like a navel. Spaced evenly around each skin, where it stretched across the skull edge, were tufts of coarse black hair tied on with