Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [78]
Off to their left, in the distance, came howling, something like a wolf pack, only it wasn’t wolves. It was something from the boundary.
The three jerked their heads toward the sound. The horses were terrified and wanted to run. They had to keep reining in, but at the same time let them have enough freedom to trot. Richard understood the way the horses felt. He felt the urge to let them go, but Chase had said explicitly not to let them run. He must have had a reason, so they held back. When the howling was punctuated with bloodcurdling shrieks that made the hair on his neck stand on end, it became more difficult to force himself to prevent the horses from running. The shrieks were wild cries, cries of the need to kill, demanding, desperate. The three rode at a trot for almost an hour, but the sounds seemed to follow them. There was nothing they could do but continue, listening, as they went, to beasts from the boundary.
Unable to stand it any longer, Richard pulled his horse to a halt, and faced the woods. Chase was out there alone with the beasts. He couldn’t bear any longer to let his friend face it alone. He had to help.
Zedd turned. “We have to keep moving, Richard.”
“He may be in trouble. We can’t let him do this alone.”
“It’s his job, let him do it.”
“Right now, his job isn’t to be boundary warden; it’s to get us to the pass!”
The wizard rode back and spoke softly. “That’s the job he’s doing, Richard. He’s sworn to protect you with his life. That is what he is doing, seeing to it you get to the pass. You have to get it through your head. What you are doing is more important than one man’s life. Chase knows that. That’s why he said not to come back for him.”
Richard was incredulous. “You expect me to let a friend get himself killed if I can help prevent it?” The sounds of howling were getting closer.
“I expect you not to let him die for nothing!”
Richard stared at his old friend. “But maybe we can make the difference.”
“And maybe not.” The horses stamped about skittishly.
“Zedd is right,” Kahlan said. “Going after Chase is not the brave thing to do, going on when you want to help is.”
Richard knew they were right, but loathed admitting it. He looked angrily toward Kahlan. “You may be in his position one day! Then what would you have me do?”
She looked at him evenly. “I would have you go on.”
He glared at her, not knowing what to say. The shrieks from the woods were closer. Her face showed no emotion.
“Richard, Chase does this all the time, he will be all right,” Zedd offered reassuringly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he was having a good time. Later on he will have a good tale to tell. You know Chase. Some of the tale might even be true.”
Richard was angry at the two of them, and at himself. He kicked his horse out ahead, taking the lead, not wanting to talk anymore. They left him to his thoughts, let his horse trot ahead. It made him angry that Kahlan would think he could leave her like this. She was no boundary warden. He didn’t like it that saving them might mean letting them get killed. It didn’t make any sense. At least he didn’t want it to make any sense.
He tried to ignore the shrieks and howls off in the woods. After a time the cries fell farther behind. The woods seemed devoid of life, no birds or rabbits or even mice, only the twisted trees and bramble and shadows. He listened carefully to make sure he heard the other two following. He didn’t want to turn and look; didn’t want to face them. After a while he realized the howls had stopped. He wondered if that was a good sign or not.
He wanted to tell them he was sorry, that he was just afraid for his friend, but he couldn’t. He felt helpless. Chase would be all right, he told himself. He was the head of the boundary wardens, not a fool, and he wouldn’t go into anything he couldn’t handle. He wondered if there was anything Chase couldn’t handle. He wondered if he would be able to tell Emma, if something happened to her husband.
He was letting his imagination run away with him. Chase was fine. Not only was he