Temple of the Winds (122 page)

Richard shook his head. “This is all very confusing.”

Zedd flicked a hand. “Ah, well, you’ll learn, someday, Richard. This wizard business is very complicated. Someday, when you decide to do something with your gift, other than sit around with your intended while I’m out risking my neck, then you will see. By the way, what have you been up to, while all the important work has been going on?”

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What have I been up to?” Kahlan smiled as she put a hand on his shoulder while Richard tried to think how to begin. “Ah, well, I’m the Lord Rahl, now, and all.”

Zedd grunted and flopped down on the wooden platform. “Lord Rahl, indeed.” He scooped up a roasted pepper. “The paperwork must be grueling.”

Richard scratched his head while Ann sat down. “Zedd, can you answer something for me? Why are the books in the First Wizard’s private enclave stacked up in wobbly columns?”

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It’s a telltale, of sorts. I remember how they’re stacked, so that if anyone has touched them, I’ll know it.” Zedd’s hazel eyes opened wide. “What? Bags, Richard, what were you doing in there? That’s a dangerous place! And how did you get in there?” Zedd pointed at Richard’s chest. “That amulet! It’s from in there. How did you get in there? Bags, Richard! Where’s the Sword of Truth? I entrusted the sword to you! You weren’t foolish enough to give it to someone?”

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Uh, well … I couldn’t travel in the sliph with it, so I had to leave it in the First Wizard’s enclave, so no one could get at it.”

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Sliph? What’s a sliph? Richard, you’re the Seeker. You have to have your sword—it’s your weapon. You can’t just leave it lying about places.”

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When you gave it to me, you told me that the sword was just a tool, and that it is the Seeker that is the true weapon.”

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So I did. But I didn’t think you were listening.” Zedd peered up at him. “You didn’t mess with the books, I hope. You don’t know enough to be allowed to read any of them.”

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Just one.
Tagenricht ost fuer Mosst Verlaschendreck nich Greschlechten
.”

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That’s High D’Haran.” Zedd dismissed the matter with a wave. “No one knows High D’Haran anymore. At least you can’t get into trouble with a book you can’t read.” Zedd shook his finger. “And you still haven’t said how you got in there!”

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It wasn’t all that hard to get in.” The mirth melted from Richard’s face. “It was a lot easier than it was getting into the Temple of the Winds.”

Both Zedd and Ann shot to their feet.

“
The Temple of the Winds!” they said as one.

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Temple of the Winds Inquisition and Trial
—that’s what the book was. I’ve kind of had to learn High D’Haran.” Richard put his arm around Kahlan’s shoulders. “Jagang sent Sister Amelia there. She entered through something called Betrayer’s Hall. She betrayed the Keeper to get in.

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She came back with magic and started a plague. It killed thousands of people. She started it among children—at Jagang’s instruction. We watched, helpless, while children and friends died.

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There was no other way. I had to go there to stop the plague, or it would have been a firestorm that would have consumed nearly everyone.”

One of the women who prepared the special meat approached, carrying a tray of neatly arranged dried strips. She offered the tray to Chandalen first; he was an elder, now. Chandalen tore off a bite as he looked up at Richard.

Richard knew what the meat was. He took a big piece.

Kahlan had always refused to eat this dish in the past. This time, when offered, she took a piece. Chandalen watched her pull off a bite.

Zedd took a piece, and then the tray was offered to Ann. Kahlan was going to say something, but Zedd shot her a silencing glance.

They ate in silence a moment before Richard asked, “Who is it?”

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The commander of the men of the Order who came here and attacked us to get the Jocopo Treasure that Zedd burned.”

Ann’s eyes came up. “You mean … ?”

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We fight a battle for our existence,” Richard said. “If we lose, we all die, and the man who started a plague among children will rule those still alive. All magic will be eliminated. Those left will be his slaves. The Mud People do this so that they might know the hearts of their enemy, and save their families.”

Richard glared at her. “Eat it, so that you, too, may know the enemy better.”

It was not Richard but Lord Rahl who had spoken.

Ann watched his eyes for a moment, and then started chewing. They all ate the strip of their enemy’s flesh to know him better.

“
Sister Amelia,” Ann finally whispered. “If she has been to the Temple of the Winds … she will be beyond dangerous.”

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She’s dead,” Kahlan said, haunted by the memory of it all. When Ann’s questioning eyes looked at her, Kahlan added, “Yes, I am sure. I put a sword through her heart. She had a dacra in Nathan’s leg. She was going to kill him.”

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Nathan!” Ann said. “We must soon be off to find him. Where was this? Where is he?”

Zedd scowled over at Ann. “We?”

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It was in Tanimura, in the Old World, just after Richard came back from the Temple of the Winds. Nathan helped me save Richard’s life by telling me the three chimes.”

Zedd and Ann’s eyes widened. They looked as if they had stopped breathing. They finally glanced to each other.

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The three chimes,” Ann said in a cautious voice. “You mean, he just mentioned ‘the three chimes.’ He didn’t actually tell them to you? He didn’t speak them to you?”

Kahlan nodded. “Reechan—”

Zedd and Ann threw their hands up.
“No!”
they yelled together.

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Didn’t Nathan tell you that no one without the gift may speak the three chimes aloud?” Ann’s face had gone red. “Didn’t that crazy old man tell you that!”

Kahlan scowled back. “Nathan is not a crazy old man. He helped me save Richard’s life. Without the three chimes, Richard would have died when he came back from the Temple of the Winds. I owe Nathan a great debt. We all do.”

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I owe him a collar around his neck,” Ann muttered. “Before he causes who knows what catastrophe. Zedd, we must find him. And soon.” She lowered her voice to a private whisper. “And we must do something about … this business.”

Zedd’s eyes turned to Kahlan. “You said them silently, when you did this. You said the three chimes silently. You didn’t actually say them aloud. Tell me that you didn’t say them aloud.”

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I had to. Cara remembered them, and said them. Then I said them aloud a couple of times.”

Zedd winced. “More than once?”

“
Zedd,” Ann murmured, “what are we going to do about this?”

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Why?” Richard asked. “What’s the problem?”

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Nothing you need be concerned about. Just don’t say them aloud again. Any of you.”

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Zedd,” Ann whispered under her breath, “if she has freed—”

Zedd lifted a hand out to the side, touching her, silencing her.

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What was I supposed to do?” Kahlan asked defensively. “Richard had absorbed the magic from the book Sister Amelia brought back from the winds. He had the plague. He was a breath or two away from death. He would have died within minutes, at the most. Would you have had me let him die instead?”

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Of course not, dear one. You did the right thing.” Zedd lifted an eyebrow to Ann as he leaned close. “We will discuss this later.”

Ann folded her hands. “Of course. You did the only thing you could. We are all grateful, Kahlan. You did well.”

Zedd was looking more serious by the moment. “Bags, Richard, the Temple of the Winds is in the underworld. How did you get in?”

Richard looked out over the celebration. “We need to tell you both the story. Some of it, anyway. But this is the day Kahlan and I are to be married.” Richard smiled. Kahlan thought it looked forced. “It’s a hard story to tell. I’d rather tell you about it on another day. I can’t, just now …”

Zedd stroked a thumb down his smooth jaw. “Of course, Richard, I understand. And you are quite right. Another day. But, the Temple of the Winds …” He lifted a finger, unable to resist asking a question. “Richard, what did you have to leave at the Temple of the Winds in order to return?”

Richard shared a long look with his grandfather. “Knowledge.”

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And what did you take away with you?”

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Understanding.”

Zedd encircled a protective arm around both Richard and Kahlan. “Good for you, Richard. Good for you. Good for both of you. You two have earned this day. Let’s put this other business aside for now, and let us celebrate the joy of your marriage.”

They enjoyed the company of friends and loved ones the whole day, talking and laughing, celebrating together with the Mud People. Kahlan did her best to try to ignore the way her low-cut blue wedding dress displayed her breasts. It was hard, with the way people kept coming up to her and telling her that she had fine breasts. Richard wanted to know what they were saying all the time. She thought it best to lie; she told him that they were saying that her dress was beautiful.

As the sun turned the sky golden, it was at last time.

Kahlan gripped Richard’s hand as if it was the only thing holding her on the ground. Richard had trouble keeping his eyes off her in her blue wedding dress. Every time he looked at her, a helpless smile took him.

Kahlan’s heart swelled with joy, seeing how much he liked the dress Weselan had made for her. She had for so long dreamed of wearing it, dreamed of this moment. She had hoped so often, with all her heart, that this day would come. She had feared so often that it never would. So many times, something had happened, delaying this moment. Now, it was happening.

Richard mimicked the Mud People’s words, not realizing that he was saying how fine he thought her breasts looked; he thought he was telling her how beautiful her dress looked. Everyone grinned with satisfaction when he spoke the words in their language, happy that he agreed with them. Kahlan could feel her face turning red.

Richard looked magnificent in his black and gold war wizard’s uniform. Every time Kahlan looked at him, a smile took her. She was marrying Richard. At last. Her knees trembled under the blue dress.

Cara, standing behind, gave her a reassuring touch. Weselan, at Kahlan’s side, beamed with pride. Savidlin stood to the far side of Richard, beaming just as much. Zedd and Ann stood behind. Zedd was eating something.

Kahlan silently prayed to the good spirits that, this time, nothing would go wrong, and that it would at last happen. She couldn’t help worrying that it would be taken from her, yet again.

The Bird Man straightened before them, clasping his hands. Behind him, the entire Mud People village spread out before the wedding party to hear the vows.

When all had fallen silent, the Bird Man began, and Kahlan’s fear began to melt away, to be replaced with joyous anticipation. As the Bird Man spoke, Chandalen, at his side, said the words in the language Richard and some of the others could understand.

“
These two people have not been born Mud People, but they have proven themselves to be one of us, in their strength, and in their hearts. They have bound themselves to us, and us to them. They have been our friends, and our protectors. That they would wish to be wedded as Mud People proves their hearts.

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As members of our people, these two have chosen not only to be wedded before those of this world, but before the next, and in so doing, have called the spirits of our ancestors to be with us on this day to smile on this joining. We welcome our ancestors into our hearts to share our joy.”

Richard’s hand tightened around hers, and she realized that he was sharing her thoughts: it was real, at last, and it was as they both had always dreamed—except it was better than she could ever have imagined.

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Both of you are Mud People, and are bound not only by your words before your people, but by your own hearts. These are simple words, but in simple things, there is great power.”

He met Richard’s eyes.

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Richard, will you have this woman as your wife, and will you love and honor her in all ways for all time?”

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I will,” he said in a clear voice that rang out over the gathering.

The Bird Man looked into Kahlan’s eyes, and she had the most profound sense that he was speaking not only as a representative of his people, but for the spirits, too. She could almost hear their voices echoing in his.