Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [230]
Richard was glad she was talking. It was the most she had said in days. The odd behavior of the gars seemed to have overwhelmed her with curiosity, and brought her, for the moment, out of her withdrawal. But they couldn’t lie there talking; they were wasting time. Besides, if they stayed too long, the gars’ flies would find them. They both crawled backward, clear of the edge, then crept farther away, keeping their heads down and their movements quiet. Kahlan withdrew once again into silence.
Once away from the gars, they started down the road again, to Tamarang, the border land of the Wilds, the land ruled by Queen Milena. Before they had gone far, they came to a divide in the road. Richard assumed they would go to the right, as Kahlan had said that Tamarang lay to the east. The gars and Fire Spring had been off to their left. Kahlan went down the left road.
“What’re you doing?” He had had to watch her like a hawk since leaving Agaden Reach. He couldn’t trust her anymore. All she wanted to do was die, and he knew she would manage it if he didn’t watch her every move.
She looked back at him with the same blank expression she had worn for days. “This is called an inverted fork. Up ahead, where it’s hard to see because of the lay of the land and the heavy woods, the roads cross over each other and switch directions. Because of the thick trees, it’s hard to tell where the sun is, which direction you are going. If we take the right fork here, we will end up with the gars. This one, to the left, goes to Tamarang.”
He frowned. “Why would anyone go to the trouble to build a road like that?”
“It’s just one little way the old rulers of Tamarang used to help confuse invaders from the Wilds. Sometimes it slowed them down a little, gave the defenders time to retreat and regroup if they needed to, then to fall on the attackers again.”
He studied her face a moment, trying to judge if she was telling the truth. It infuriated him that he had to worry about whether Kahlan was telling him the truth.
“You’re the guide,” he said at last. “Lead on.”
At his word, she turned without comment and walked on. Richard didn’t know how much more of this he could take. She would only talk when it was required, wouldn’t listen when he tried to make conversation, and backed away whenever he got close. She acted as if his touch would be poison, but he knew it was really her touch she worried about. He had hoped that the way she was talking when they had spotted the gars signaled a change, but he was wrong. She had quickly reverted to her dark mood.
She had reduced herself to a prisoner on a forced march; had reduced him to a reluctant jailer. He kept her knife in his belt. He knew what would happen if he gave it back to her. With every step, she was drifting farther and farther from him. He knew he was losing her, but didn’t have the slightest idea what to do about it.
At night, when it was time for her watch, for him to sleep, he had to tie her hands and feet to prevent her from killing herself when he wasn’t watching. When he bound her, she endured it limply. He endured it with great pain. Even then, he had to sleep with one eye open. He slept by her feet so if she saw or heard something, she could wake him. He was dead tired from the strain.
He wished they had never gone to Shota. The idea that Zedd would turn on him was unthinkable; the idea that Kahlan would was unbearable.
Richard took out some food. He kept his voice cheerful, hoping to perk her up. “Here, have some of this dried fish?” He smiled. “It’s really awful.”
She didn’t laugh at his joke. “No, thank you. I’m not hungry.”
Richard struggled to keep the smile on his face, struggled to keep his voice from betraying his anger. His head was pounding. “Kahlan, you’ve hardly eaten for days. You have to eat.”
“I said I don’t want any.”
“Come on, for me?” he coaxed.
“What are you going to do next? Hold me down and force it in my mouth?”
The calmness in her voice infuriated him, but he covered it as best he could with his tone, if not his words. “If