Wizard's First Rule (28 page)

Richard swallowed. “Zedd, you couldn’t have known.”

He thought that maybe the old man was going to yell, or cry, or storm off, but instead he only shrugged. “Learn from my mistake, Richard. If you do, then all those lives won’t have been lost for nothing. Maybe their story can be a lesson that will help save everyone from what Darken Rahl will do if he wins.”

Richard rubbed his arms, trying to work a bit of warmth back into them. “Why isn’t the red fruit in Westland poison?”

“All magic has limits. This had a limit of distance from where it was used. It stretched as far as where the boundary between Westland and the Midlands went up. The boundary couldn’t be put up where any of the poison spell was, or Westland would have had magic in it.”

Richard sat in the dark, cold silence and thought for a time. At last he asked, “Is there any way to get rid of it? To make the red fruit no longer poison?”

Zedd smiled. Richard thought it an odd thing to do, but he was glad to see it. “Thinking like a wizard, my boy. Thinking how to undo magic.” He frowned in thought as he looked out into the night again. “There might be a way to remove the spell. I would have to study it and see what I could do. If we can defeat Darken Rahl, I intend to put my mind to the task.”

“Good.” Richard tugged his cloak tighter. “Everyone should be able to eat an apple when they want. Especially children.” He looked over at the old man. “Zedd, I promise I will remember your lesson. I won’t let you down. I won’t let all those people who died be forgotten.”

Zedd smiled and gave Richard’s back an affectionate rub.

The two friends sat in silence, sharing the stillness of the night and the quiet of
each other’s understanding, thinking about what they could not know: what was to come.

Richard thought about what needed to be done, about Panis Rahl, and about Darken Rahl. He thought about how hopeless everything seemed. Think about the solution, he told himself, not the problem; you are the Seeker.

“I need you to do something, wizard. I think it is time for us to disappear. Rahl has followed us long enough. What can you do about that cloud?”

“You know, I think you’re right. I only wish I knew how it was hooked to you, so I could unhook it, but I can’t figure it out. So, I will have to do something else.” He contemplatively drew his finger and thumb down the sharp sides of his jaw. “Has it rained, or been overcast since it first started following you?”

Richard thought back, trying to remember every day. Most of the time he had been in a fog over his father’s murder. It seemed so long ago. “The night before I found the snake vine, it rained in the Ven, but by the time I got there, it had cleared off. No, no rain. I don’t remember it being cloudy since my father’s murder. At least, nothing more than a few high, thin clouds. What does that mean?”

“Well, it means I think there is a way to fool the cloud, even if I can’t unhook it. Since the sky has been clear all that time, that means Rahl probably has been responsible. He has moved the other clouds away so he could easily find this one. Simple, but effective.”

“How could he move the clouds away?”

“He put a spell on this one to repel other clouds, and somehow hooked this one to you.”

“Then why don’t you put a stronger spell on it to attract other clouds; before he realizes it, it will be lost, and he won’t be able to find it to try to outdo your magic. If he does use stronger magic to move the clouds away to find this one, he won’t know what you have done, and the stronger spell that pushes the clouds away will break the hook.”

Zedd gave him an incredulous look, his eyes blinked. “Bags, Richard, you have gotten it exactly right! My boy, I think you would make an excellent wizard.”

“No, thanks. I already have one impossible job.”

Zedd drew back a little and frowned, but didn’t say anything. His thin hand reached into his robes and pulled out a rock, tossing it on the ground in front of them. He stood and his fingers spun around in a circle over the little rock until, suddenly, it popped into a large rock.

“Zedd! That’s your cloud rock!”

“Actually, my boy, it’s a wizard’s rock. My father gave it to me, long ago.”

The wizard’s finger stirred faster and faster until light came forth, sparkles and colors, swirling around. He continued to stir, mixing and blending the light. There was no sound, only the pleasant smell of a spring rain. At last the wizard seemed satisfied.

“Step up on the rock, my boy.”

Unsure at first, Richard stepped into the light. It tingled and felt warm against his skin, as if he were lying in the hot summer sun without clothes, after a swim. He let himself bask in the warm, safe feeling, gave himself over to it. His hands
floated outward from his sides until they were horizontal. He tilted his head back, took deep breaths, and closed his eyes. It felt wondrous, like floating in water, only he was floating in light. Exhilaration soaked through him. His mind felt a buoyant, timeless connection to everything around him. He was one with the trees, the grass, the bugs, the birds, the animals all around, the water, the very air itself; not a separate being, but part of a whole. He understood the interconnection of everything in a new way, saw himself as inconsequential and empowered at the same time. He saw the world through the eyes of all the creatures around him. It was a shocking, marvelous insight. He let himself soar into a bird that flew overhead, saw the world through its eyes, hunted with it, hungry and needful, for mice, watched the campfire below, the people sleeping.

Richard let his identity scatter to the winds. He became no one and everyone, felt the heat of their needs, smelled their fear, tasted their joy, understood their desires, and then let it all melt away into nothingness, until there was a void where he stood, alone in the universe, the only living thing, the only thing existing at all. Then he let the light flood through him, light that brought forth the others that had used this very rock: Zedd, Zedd’s father, and the wizards before that, for untold years, thousands of years, one and all. Their essence flowed through him, shared themselves with him as tears streamed down his cheeks at the wonder of it all.

Zedd’s hands sprang forward, loosing his magic dust. It swirled about Richard, glittering fluidly, until he was at the center of its vortex. The sparkles tightened their rotation and gathered at his chest. With a tinkling sound like a crystal chandelier in the wind, the dust climbed away into the sky as if climbing a kite string, taking the sound with it as it went, higher and higher, until it reached the cloud. The cloud took in the magic dust and was lit from within by roiling colors. All across the horizon lightning flashed, ragged streaks ripping this way and that, called forth, eager, expectant.

All at once the lightning stopped, the illumination in the cloud faded and was gone, and the light from the wizard’s rock pulled itself inward until it was extinguished. There was sudden silence. Richard was there again, standing on a simple rock. He looked, wide-eyed, at Zedd’s smiling face.

“Zedd,” he whispered, “now I know why you stand on this rock all the time. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. I had no idea.”

Zedd smiled knowingly. “You’re a natural, my boy. You held your arms just right, your head had the proper tilt, you even arched your back correctly. You took to it like a duckling to a pond. You have all the makings of a fine wizard.” He leaned forward, gleefully. “Now just try to imagine doing it naked.”

“It makes a difference?” Richard asked in amazement.

“Of course. The clothes interfere with the experience.” Zedd put his arm around Richard’s shoulder. “Someday I will let you try it.”

“Zedd, why did you have me do that? It wasn’t necessary. You could have done it.”

“How do you feel now?”

“I don’t know. Different. Relaxed. More clearheaded. I guess not as overpowered, not as depressed.”

“That’s why I let you do it, my friend, because you needed it. You have had a hard night. I can’t change the problems, but I could help you feel better.”

“Thank you, Zedd.”

“Go get some sleep, it’s my watch now.” He gave Richard a wink. “If you ever change your mind about becoming a wizard, I would be proud to welcome you into the brotherhood.”

Zedd held up his hand. Out of the darkness, the piece of cheese he had thrown away floated back to him.

Chase reined in his horse. “Here. This will be a good place.”

He led the other three off the trail through an open tract of long-dead spruce, the silver-gray skeletons standing bare of all but a few branches and an occasional wisp of dull green moss. The soft ground was littered with the rotting corpses of the former monarchs. Brown bog weed, its broad, flat leaves laid down in haphazard fashion by past storms, looked like a tangled sea of dead snakes underfoot.

The horses picked their way carefully among the tangle. Warm air, heavy with humidity, carried the fetid smell of decay. A fog of mosquitoes followed them as they went, the only things alive as far as Richard could tell. As open as this place was, little brightness was offered by the sky, as a thick, uniform overcast of clouds hung oppressively close to the ground. Trailers of mist dragged across the silver spikes of the trees that remained standing, leaving them wet and slick.

Chase led the way for Zedd and then Kahlan, with Richard following behind, watching over them as they twisted their way along. Visibility was limited to less than a few hundred feet, and even though Chase didn’t seem to be concerned, Richard kept a sharp lookout; anything could sneak up close before they would be able to see it. All four swatted at the mosquitoes, and except for Zedd, they kept their cloaks tight for protection. Zedd, who shunned wearing a cloak, nibbled on the remnants of lunch, looking about as if on a sightseeing excursion. Richard had an excellent sense of direction but was glad they had Chase to lead them. Everything in the bog looked the same, and he knew from experience how easy it would be to become lost.

Since Richard had stood on the wizard’s rock the night before, he felt the weight of his responsibilities less of a burden, and more of an opportunity to be a part of something right. He didn’t feel the danger any less, but felt more strongly his need to be part of stopping Rahl. He saw his part in the scheme of things as a chance to help others who had no chance to fight Darken Rahl. He knew he couldn’t back away; that would be the end of him, and a lot of others.

Richard watched Kahlan’s body sway as she rode, her shoulders moving to the horse’s rhythm. He wished he could take her to places he knew of in the Hartland Woods, secret places of beauty and peace, far back in the mountains, show her the waterfall he had found, and the cave behind it, have lunch by a quiet forest pond with her, take her into town, buy her something pretty, take her someplace, any place, where she would be safe. He wanted her to be able to smile without having to worry every minute if her enemies were getting closer. After last night, he felt that the first part, his fantasy of being with her, was just an empty wish.

With a hand in the air, Chase brought them to a halt. “This is the place.”

Richard looked around, they were still in the middle of an endless, dead, dried-up bog. He didn’t see any boundary. It all looked the same in every direction. They tethered their horses to a fallen log and followed Chase a short distance farther on foot.

“The boundary,” Chase announced, holding his arm out at the introduction.

“I don’t see anything,” Richard said.

Chase smiled. “Watch.” He walked on, steadily, slowly. As he went forward, a green glow formed around him, at first hardly perceptible. It grew stronger, brighter, until after another twenty steps it became a sheet of green light pressing against him as he proceeded, stronger close to him and fading away about ten feet to the sides and above, growing larger with every step. It was like green glass, wavy and distorted, but Richard could see through it, see the dead trees beyond. Chase stopped and returned. The green sheet, and then the green glow, faded and vanished as he came back. Richard had always thought the boundary would be a wall of some sort, something that could be seen.

“That’s it?” Richard felt a little let down.

“What more do you want? Now, watch this.” Chase searched the ground, picking up branches, testing each for strength. Most were rotten and broke easily. Finally he found one, about a dozen feet long, that was strong enough to suit him. He carried it back into the glowing light until he reached the sheet of green. Holding the branch by the thick end, he passed the rest through the wall. Six feet away, the end of the stick disappeared as he pushed it forward, until he was holding what appeared to be a six-foot stick instead of a twelve-foot branch. Richard was perplexed. He could see beyond the wall, but not the other end of the stick. It didn’t seem possible.

As soon as Chase had pushed the stick in as far as he dared, it jumped violently. There was no sound. He hauled it back and returned to the others. He held the splintered end of a now eight-foot stick toward them. The end was covered with slaver.