Blood of the Fold

"Up until now he's been invaluable. He did me a huge favor by destroying the barrier, which kept me on this side. My body, anyway. You, the Sisters of the Dark, the Keeper, and Richard Rahl made it possible for me to bring the race of man to ascendancy."

"We have done no such thing," Tovi protested in a meek voice.

"Ah, but you have, You see, the Creator and the Keeper vied for dominance in this world, the Creator simply to prevent the Keeper from swallowing it into the world of the dead, and the Keeper simply because he has a insatiable appetite for the living."

His inky-eyed gaze rose to meet theirs. "In your struggle to free the Keeper, to give him this world, you gave the Keeper power here, and that, in turn, baited Richard Rahl to come to the defense of the living. He restored the balance.

"In that balance, just as in the space between your thoughts, I come.

“Magic is the conduit to those other worlds, giving them power here. By reducing the amount of magic in the world I will lessen the Creator and the Keeper's influence here. The Creator will still send his spark of life, and the Keeper will still take it away when its end has come, but beyond that, the world will belong to man. The old religion of magic will be consigned to the midden heap of history, and eventually, to myth.

"I am a dream walker; I have seen the dreams of men, I know their potential. Magic suppresses these boundless visions. Without magic, man's mind, his imagination, will be unleashed, and he will be all-powerful.

"That's why I have the army I do. When magic is dead, I will still have them. I keep them well practiced for that day."

"And how is Richard Rahl your enemy?" Ulicia asked, hoping to keep him talking while she tried to think of what they could do.

"He had to do as he did, of course, or you darlins would have given the world to the Keeper. That aided me, but now he interferes with my plans. He's young, and ignorant of his talents. I, on the other hand, have spent the last twenty years perfecting my ability."

He waved the knifepoint in front of his eyes. “Only in the last year have my eyes turned — the mark of a dream walker. Only now am I entitled to the most feared appellation in the ancient world. In the ancient tongue, 'dream walker1 is synonymous with 'weapon. The wizards who created this weapon came to regret it."

He licked the grease off his knife as he watched them. "It's a mistake to forge weapons with minds of their own. You are my weapons now. I don't make the same mistake.

"My power allows me to enter the minds of anyone when they sleep. In those who don't have the gift I can only exert a limited amount of influence, and they are of small use to me anyway, but in those who are gifted, like you six, I can do anything I wish. Once my wedge is in your mind, it is no longer yours. It's mine.

"The magic of the dream walkers was powerful, but unstable. None has been born with the ability in the last three thousand years, since the barrier went up and trapped us here. But now, a dream walker treads this world again."

He shook with a menacing chuckle. The tiny braids at the corners of his mouth danced. "That would be me."

Ulicia almost told him to get to the point, but stopped herself just in time. She had no desire to see what he would do when he was done talking. She needed the time to try to think of something. "How do you know all this?"

Jagang tore a strip of charred fat from the roast and nibbled on it as he went on. "In a buried city in my homeland of Altur'Rang, I found an archive from the ancient times. Ironic, the value of books, to a warrior like me. The Palace of the Prophets has books of immense value, too, if you know how to use them. Too bad the Prophet died, but I have other wizards.

"A fragment of magic from the ancient war, a shield of sorts, was passed down from its originator to all those descendants with the gift born to the House of Rahl. This bond shields people's minds so I can't enter. Richard Rahl has that ability, and has begun to use it. Before he learns too much, he must be brought to task.

"Along with his betrothed." He paused with a distant, brooding look. "The Mother Confessor dealt me a small setback, but she's being brought to task by my unwitting puppets up north. The fools, in their zeal, have created some complications, but I've yet to truly jerk their strings. When I do, they'll jump to my tune; I have that wedge planted deep. I've spent great effort to bend events to my advantage so as to put Richard Rahl and the Mother Confessor in the palm of my hand."

He squeezed a fist of meat from the roasted suckling pig. "You see, he's been born a war wizard, the first in three thousand years, but then, you knew that. A wizard like that will prove an invaluable weapon to me. He can do things none of you can, so I don't want to kill him; I want to control him. When he's outlived his usefulness, then he'll need killing."