Terry Goodkind - Naked Empire

There was the possibility that he might want to have her help for some part of it.

Everyone else waited outside. Cara wasn’t happy about allowing Richard out of her sight, but Richard calmed her concern by telling her that he would feel more comfortable and able to concentrate on correcting the problem with his gift if he knew she was outside keeping an eye on everything for him.

The two windows had been shuttered, allowing in only dim light and keeping out most of the noise. With his hands on his knees, the prophet pushed his back straighter and, drawing a deep breath, seemed to pull an aura of authority around himself. Nathan was the one who had first taught Richard about his gift, telling him how war wizards, like Richard, weren’t like other wizards. Instead of tapping the core of power within themselves, they directed their intent through their feelings.

It had been a difficult concept to grasp. Nathan had told Richard that his power worked through anger.

“Lose yourself in my eyes,” Nathan said in a quiet voice.

Richard knew he had to try to put his worry for Kahlan aside.

Trying to keep his breathing steady so as not to cough, he stared into Nathan’s hooded, deep, dark, azure eyes. Nathan’s gaze drew him in. Richard felt as if he were falling up into the clear blue sky. His breath came in ragged pulls, and not of his own doing. He felt Nathan’s commanding words more than heard them.

“Call forth the anger, Richard. Call forth the rage. Call forth the hate and fury.”

Richard’s head was swimming. He concentrated on calling his anger. He thought about Nicholas having Kahlan and he had no trouble summoning rage.

He could feel another force within his own, as if he were drowning and someone were trying to hold his head above water.

He drifted, alone, in a dark and still place. Time seemed to mean nothing.

Time.

He had to get to Kahlan in time. He was her only chance.

Richard opened his eyes. “Nathan, I’m sorry, but . . .”

Nathan was drenched in sweat. Ann was sitting beside him, holding Richard’s left hand, Nathan his right. Richard wondered what had happened.

Richard looked from one face to the other. “What’s wrong?”

They both looked grim. “We tried,” Nathan whispered. “I’m sorry, but we tried.”

Richard frowned. They had only just begun.

“What do you mean? Why are you giving up so soon?”

Nathan cast a sidelong glance at Ann. “We’ve been at it for two hours, Richard.”

“Two hours?”

“I’m afraid there is nothing I can do, my boy.” By the sound of his voice, he meant it.

Richard ran his fingers back through his hair. “What are you talking about? You’re the one who told me the last time, when I had this problem, joining with a wizard would set it straight. You said it was a simple matter for a wizard to fix such a disharmony with the gift.”

“That’s the way it should be. But your gift is somehow tangled up into a knot that’s strangling you.”

“But you’re a prophet, a wizard. Ann, you’re a sorceress. Together you both probably know more about magic than anyone who has lived in thousands of years.”

“Richard, there has not been another born like you in the last three thousand years. We don’t know that much about how your particular gift works.” Ann paused to push stray strands of gray hair back into the bun at the back of her head. “We tried, Richard. I swear to you, we both tried our best. Your gift is beyond Nathan’s help, even with my ability enhancing his power. We tried everything we know, and even a few things we thought up. None of it had any effect. We cannot help you.”

“So, what must I do?”

Nathan’s azure eyes turned away. “Your gift is killing you, Richard. I don’t know the cause, but I’m afraid that it has spiraled into a phase that is out of control and fatal.”

Ann’s eyes were wet. “Richard . . . I’m so sorry.”

Richard looked from one distraught face to the other.

“I guess it doesn’t really matter,” Richard said.

Nathan frowned. “What do you mean it doesn’t matter?”

Richard rose up, groping for the wall to keep his balance. “I’ve been poisoned. The antidote is gone. . . . There is no cure. I’m afraid that I’m running out of time. I guess the joke is on my gift—something else is going to get me first.”

Ann stood and gripped his upper arms. “Richard, we can’t help you right now, but you can at least rest while we try to figure out—”

“No.” Richard waved off her concern. “No. I can’t waste what little time I have left. I have to get to Kahlan.”

Ann cleared her throat. “Richard, at the Palace of the Prophets, Nathan and I waited for your birth for a very long time. We worked to clear those obstacles that Prophecy showed us lay in your path. The prophecies name you as central to the course of the future of the world. In fact, they say you are the only one with a chance; we need you to lead us in this battle.

“We don’t know what is wrong with your gift, but we can work on. You must be here so that if we come up with a solution, we can set your power right.”

“I’ll not live for you to cure me. Don’t you see? The poison is killing me. It has three states. I’m already entering the third state: blindness. I’m going to die. I must use what time I have left to find Kahlan. You aren’t going to have me to lead you, but if I can get her away from Nicholas, you will have her to lead the struggle in my place.”

“You know where she is, then?” Nathan asked.

Richard realized that in the state of focused, concentrated thought, as he was adrift in that quiet place while Nathan was trying to help him, it had come to him where Nicholas most likely had taken Kahlan. He had to get there while Nicholas was still there with her.

“Yes, I believe I do.”

Richard pulled open the door. Cara, sitting right outside, shot to her feet. Her expectant expression quickly withered when he shook his head, signaling that it hadn’t worked.

“We have to get going. Right away. I think I know where Nicholas took Kahlan. We have to hurry.”

“You know?” Jennsen asked, holding Betty close by the rope.

“Yes. We need to leave at once.”

“Where is she, then?” Jennsen asked.

Richard gestured. “Owen, remember how you told us about a fortified encampment the Imperial Order built when they first came to Bandakar and they were worried about their safety?”

“Back near my town,” Owen said.

Richard nodded. “That’s right. I think Nicholas took Kahlan there. It’s a secure place they built to hold some of the women captive. There would be plenty of soldiers to protect him and it’s the kind of place built specifically to be defensible, so it would be much more difficult to approach than his place, here, in the city.”

“Then how will we approach it?” Jennsen asked.

“We’ll have to figure that out once we get there and see the place.”

Nathan joined Richard at the door. “Ann and I will go with you. We might be able to help rescue Kahlan from the Slide. While we travel the two of us can work on a solution for untangling your gift.”

Richard gripped Nathan’s shoulder. “There are no horses in this land. If you can run and keep up with us, you’re welcome, but I can’t afford to slow for you. I don’t have much time, and neither does Kahlan. Nicholas will not likely hold her there long. After he pauses for rest and supplies and then leaves this land, it will be even more difficult to find him. We have no time to lose. We’re going to have to travel as swiftly as possible.”

Nathan’s eyes turned down in disappointment.

Ann drew Richard into a brief hug. “We’re far too old to keep up the speed afoot that you and these young people can. When you get her away from the Slide, come back and we’ll do our best to help you. We’ll work on the problem while you’re getting her out of his clutches. Come back then, and we’ll have a solution.”