Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [365]
“Chase,” Zedd cautioned in a low voice, “don’t be a fool. Stay where you are.”
Richard looked from one grim face to another. “What’s the matter with you three? What are you doing here? I told you not to come after me! Darken Rahl has sent men to capture you. You must turn back.”
Zedd, his white hair in its usual disarray, turned a little to Kahlan, but kept his eyes on Richard. “Do you know what he’s saying?”
Kahlan shook her head, pulling some of her long hair back. “No. I think it’s high D’Haran; I don’t speak high D’Haran.”
“High D’Haran? What are you talking about? What are…”
With a cold wave of understanding, he remembered. It was the enemy web Darken Rahl had put on him. They didn’t recognize him. They thought he was their worst enemy. They thought he was Darken Rahl.
Another thought came to him. Bumps ran up his arms to the back of his neck. Zedd, at least, thought he was Darken Rahl, and had used wizard’s fire against him. Zedd wasn’t the traitor. That left only Kahlan. Could it be she saw him for who he really was?
Choked with fear at the thought, he advanced toward her as his stare locked on her green eyes. Kahlan’s back stiffened, her hands at her sides, her head held up. Richard recognized the stance; it was one of warning. Serious warning. He knew what her touch would do to him. He remembered Shota’s warning that he might beat Zedd, but that Kahlan would not fail.
Zedd tried to stay between them. Richard hardly noticed him as he pushed the old man out of the way. Zedd came up behind him and put his thin fingers on the back of Richard’s neck. They gave a pain something like the Agiel had given. Fire burned through the nerves of his arms, and all the way down his legs. Before all the time spent at the mercy of Denna, the wizard’s fingers would have paralyzed him with pain. But Denna had spent a long time training him, forcing him to tolerate pain, to deal with this much and more. Zedd was a match for what Denna had been able to do, but Richard pulled resolve from deep within himself, and put the pain from his mind, letting the anger of the sword take its place. He gave Zedd a look of warning. The wizard didn’t back off. Richard gave him another shove. He pushed harder than he intended to, and Zedd tumbled to the ground. Kahlan stood frozen in front of him.
“Who do you see me as?” the Seeker whispered. “Darken Rahl, or Richard?”
She trembled slightly, seemingly unable to move. Richard’s eye was caught by something, his view flicked down for an instant, and he saw that he had the sword point at her throat, at the hollow of her neck. He hadn’t been aware of putting it there; it was as if the magic had taken it there of its own accord. But he knew that wasn’t true. He had put it there. That was why she was trembling. A drop of blood grew against her skin, under the sword’s point. If she was the traitor, he had to kill her.
The blade had turned white. So had Kahlan’s face.
“Who do you see?” he whispered again.
“What have you done to Richard?” Her whisper was ragged with rage. “If you have harmed him, I swear I will kill you.”
He remembered the way she had kissed him. It was not the kiss of a traitor, it was a kiss of love. He realized there was no way he could kill her, even if his fear was true. But he knew now it wasn’t. With tears in his eyes, he slid the sword into its scabbard.
“I’m sorry, Kahlan. May the good spirits forgive me for what I almost did. I know you can’t understand me, but I’m sorry. Darken Rahl is using the Wizard’s First Rule on me, trying to turn us against one another. He is trying to make me believe a lie, and I almost did. I know you and Zedd would never betray me. Forgive me for thinking it.”
“What do you want?” Zedd asked. “We can’t understand you.”
“Zedd…” He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “How can I make you understand?” He grabbed the wizard’s robes in his fists. “Zedd, where’s the box? I have to have the box before Rahl finds it! We can’t let him get it!”
Zedd frowned. Richard knew