Severed Souls (44 page)

An hour more of hard climbing at last brought them out of the deep canyons to the forest above. All around mountains ascended into low, dark, ragged clouds. The woods, though, were anything but a normal forest.

As the ground flattened out, they found themselves entering a woodland of the trees that were all some kind of gnarled hardwood. They looked something like oaks, but were not oak. Richard had never seen the trees before. The canopy of leaves created a kind of ceiling overhead, leaving it dark and somber at ground level.

The craggy, bare trunks all looked black in the dim light. Higher up on the trunks the wood became increasingly knobby and knotted. Twisted, misshapen branches rose from there up into the thick canopy of blackish green leaves. It almost appeared that they were entering a vast chamber with black pillars holding up the dark green roof. The only light that made it down to the mostly barren forest floor was a hazy gray-green color. As far as Richard could see off into the murky distance there were hundreds of the black trunks supporting the ceiling of leaves.

Ravens somewhere up in the limbs let out calls that echoed through the crooked wood. He could see some of the big birds in the distance to the sides drop down out of the leaves to fly off among the trunks, cawing as they departed.

Kahlan pointed. “Look, there's Hunter.”

He saw the animal off in the distance, sitting on its haunches waiting for them. Richard rested the palm of his left hand on the hilt of his sword as he kept watch on everything else around them. The place was creepy. That was the only way to describe it.

He saw that the men of the First File, spread out through the strange woods, ever on guard for any threat, were also looking warily around. Nicci looked as grim as the men. Irena and Samantha were clearly afraid of the place.

As they cautiously made their way ahead through the endless expanse of the half-dead-looking woods, Richard spotted something dark off in the hazy distance that was not trees.

He realized that it looked like people standing still and silent, except that it looked like they had horns.

He saw then more of them emerge from behind trees to the sides. All of the figures carried long, straight staffs that were a little taller than they were. It wasn't long before they were surrounded by the silhouettes of what looked like nothing so much as horned people.

Irena slowly dry-washed her hands as she peered suspiciously from one of the still, silent figures to another.

Richard could see the shadowed form of Hunter off in the distance, watching them from far beyond the figures that had loosely closed in around them.

“What are they?” Samantha whispered to her mother.

Irena's gaze darted among the silent, dark, horned figures.

“Cunning folk.”

Richard didn't have to ask if she thought they were dangerous. By how pale Irena's face had gotten, it was clear she thought they were.

 

CHAPTER

62

“Cunning folk?” Commander Fister asked in a quiet voice when he overheard what Irena had said.

She nodded to the commander as he leaned down close to her. “I think so. I've never met any of them myself. From things I'd always heard, I never wanted to.”

The commander appraised the situation and how many of the strange figures stood scattered throughout the dark wood. There were not enough for the men of the First File to be concerned, if it was only a matter of numbers. No one, though, thought that numbers were the problem.

“Tell the men to stand down,” Richard told the commander. “We don't know that they mean us any harm and we don't want to give them cause. This is still part of the D'Haran Empire. We are not invaders, but we are still coming into their home, so we owe them respect. I don't want them to see us as a threat.”

“Got it,” Commander Fister said as he hiked up his trousers. “Be polite to the nice people with horns.”

He moved off, casually passing the word among the waiting men.

Richard saw one of the closer figures thump his staff on the ground three times. Small arcing sparks crackled at the top end of the staff.

Richard looked over at Nicci out of the corner of his eye. “Gifted magic?”

“No,” she said. “Some other kind of power, most likely occult abilities.”

“All the more reason to be cautious and show them a calm face,” Kahlan said.

Richard nodded his agreement. “Wait here.”

Nicci immediately seized his shirt at his shoulder. “No you don't. You stay right where you are, protected by all of us. Let him come to us.”

Richard let out a deep sigh. “All right.”

He lifted an arm, waving, so that the man who had thumped the staff would see him. The dark figure watched Richard for a time, waiting to see what the soldiers off to the sides would do, before finally coming forward to meet them.

As the figure who had thumped his staff approached, he was joined by half a dozen other figures. They followed close behind him, off to the sides a little. All of them looked the same. All had staffs. All were coal black, much like the tree trunks all around them. All of them had long horns.

Once they were close enough, Richard was surprised to see that they were all covered head to toe in what appeared to be thick, black mud heavily loaded with straw. They all had steer skulls over their heads. The steer skulls were covered in the same black, muddy straw.

The idea of people wearing steer skulls over their heads struck him as rather silly, but standing there covered in the thick layer of black straw, eyes staring out from inside those skulls, they didn't look at all silly. They looked intimidating. He knew, though, that intimidation was obviously the purpose. Intimidation often provided safety.

Richard could see nothing of them other than the thick layer of muddy straw and the skulls covering their heads. It was not even possible to tell if they were men or women.

“My name is Richard,” he said when the one who had thumped his staff came to a halt.

The man waited without saying anything.

“It is urgent that we get to Saavedra,” Richard told them.

“Not to us,” the man said in a voice muffled by the skull he was wearing over his head.

Richard noticed that more figures covered in the same pitch-black straw and wearing the same kind of steer skulls had emerged from behind trees. They gathered, closing in around the interlopers. He knew that the soldiers could easily handle the numbers, but he didn't think they could handle the occult powers that he feared these people could wield.

“We mean you and your people no harm,” Richard said. “We only wish to pass through here and we will be on our way.”

The straw man looked among several of those beside Richard. “There is evil among you.”

Richard wasn't sure what he meant. “Evil?”

“You,” the man said, tipping his staff toward Richard. “You have it in you.” He tipped his staff toward Kahlan. “She does as well.”

Richard nodded. “We're sick. That is why we need to get to Saavedra. We need to get there so we can be cured of this sickness. But you needn't worry, you cannot catch it from us.”

“We know that.”

Richard wondered if that was true, and if so, how the man could know. Of course, he was able to recognize the poison in him and Kahlan, and it certainly was evil. Richard suspected it was an indication of the abilities of their occult powers. Jit had occult abilities, and this poison had come from her, so in a way, it made sense that they would recognize it.

“We mean you no harm,” Richard said. “We only wish to pass peacefully through your land. We will hurry and pass through quickly and be swiftly on our way.”

“You may only pass if the oracle says that you may pass.”

Richard shrugged. “That sounds fair. I would be happy to speak with your oracle.”

The head with horns swiveled as the man apparently looked through the eye holes in the skull at the people to each side of Richard.

“You do not choose who will speak to the oracle,” he said. “The oracle chooses who will speak to her.”

Richard deliberately didn't react to the man's hostile tone, but instead tried to appear calm and agreeable. Even so, he was only a twitch away from drawing his sword if matters took a turn for the worse.

“All right. Will you take us to your oracle, then?”

The man appraised them for a moment longer. He thumped his staff, causing the top end to flicker with little flashes.

“We are the people of the straw. Come with us.”

He and the other straw figures turned and started weaving their way among the dark trunks of trees, through the eerie misty haze, toward where Richard had last seen Hunter.

Richard glanced over at Nicci before taking up Kahlan's hand and starting out after the people of the straw.

 

CHAPTER

63

The walk through the strange forest of gnarled trees was longer than Richard had thought it might be. The ground, never getting much light below the thick canopy, was dead-looking, with very little growing in the crusty black ground. There was a bit of weedy growth that spiderwebbed across the ground, but what wasn't dead was brown and sickly-looking. Richard knew of trees with roots that were poisonous to other plants. It kept other things from growing up and crowding out the trees.

Richard wished that Zedd were with them. Richard's grandfather would surely have something to say about this place and the people of the straw. Richard wished that he had his grandfather's advice. And his company. Even though he was gone, Zedd was always in Richard's thoughts. Even those times when they had been far apart, Richard had always been comforted by the knowledge that he was somewhere. Now he was gone.

The world felt like a dead and lonely place without the old wizard, his grandfather, his friend, his most trusted advisor. It seemed impossible that Zedd wasn't alive and well, somewhere. For Richard's entire life Zedd had always been alive, always been there for him.

Richard wanted his grandfather back. He knew that would never happen, but he would one day have his hands around the throat of the person responsible for Zedd's murder.

After a time they arrived at a more open area with a tight cluster of buildings set in the expanse in the dark forest. All the buildings were square, all of them one-story. They appeared to be made of the same muddy straw as that covering the people. Even though the forest had opened up to the sky, the sky was so dark with threatening, leaden clouds that it didn't do much to brighten the scene. Everything, from the trees to the straw men to the black straw buildings, was dark and dead and dismal-looking.

Richard realized that the muddy straw covering the men and the buildings had to be something more stable than mud, or the frequent rains of the Dark Lands would dissolve their straw garb as well as their homes. It also had to be something more flexible than mud, or it would dry, crack, and crumble off when the men walked. From what he saw, none of the thick, muddy straw looked anything but entirely intact.

Richard saw faces in windows that were nothing more than square openings in the plastered straw walls. The faces were not wearing skulls, but looked like normal people.

Back behind some of the buildings he saw frames drying skins of what looked like deer. He also saw smokehouses. There were wooden tubs and other community property for the small village.

When people began emerging from buildings, he was surprised to see that they were all dressed more or less normally. Their clothes were rather drab, but none would have looked out of place just about anywhere. He saw men and women of every age, as well as a few children. The children stayed inside or behind the buildings, too shy to come out, but too curious about the strangers to stay hidden. The people all looked cautious but inquisitive. They didn't show any indications of being hostile. From what Richard had seen of the Dark Lands, caution was more than warranted.

There were fewer than maybe a hundred people in the small village. By the number of buildings, he doubted that there were more than he wasn't seeing. They all hung back as the straw man who had spoken to Richard went to speak with them.

The people had what looked like a heated discussion, arms waving as they talked to the straw man. It went on for a time before the straw man finally thumped his staff. When he did, the conversation ended. Everyone fell silent. The people all vanished back into the simple buildings.

Richard and all those with him had no idea what was going on, and could only wait until the man returned.

“Come with me,” the straw man wearing a steer skull told them.

They all followed him into the tiny village, trying to look nonthreatening as they walked among the buildings to an open square in the center. The straw men they had seen at first surrounded the square after Richard, Kahlan, Nicci, Irena, Samantha, and the soldiers were all packed together.

As they waited for what would happen next, Richard looked over at Samantha. She had told him before how she longed to travel to different places and see new things. She had said that Stroyza was boring and she hoped to one day leave her little village and go on adventures.

“Enough adventure for you yet?” he asked her with a smile.

She looked up at him with big, dark eyes and nodded, finally returning his smile. It looked a little forced.

“Do you think they will let us pass?” she asked.

“They will,” Nicci said in Richard's place while she kept her gaze fixed on the straw men, “or they will meet Death's Mistress.”

Samantha eased back in the shadow of her mother. Richard didn't feel the need to warn Nicci to take it easy and not do anything rash. She was experienced and he knew that she wouldn't be the one to start something. But if trouble started, she might be the one to swiftly end it.

He could hear some kind of commotion in one of the more distant buildings. Muffled voices were having a spirited conversation. At last the voices fell silent.