Chainfire: Chainfire Trilogy Part 1

"Richard, you couldn't possibly have known the woman; she had to have been dead and buried before we ever left our home in Westland —back before the boundary came down. Back when you were still a woods guide in the Hartland forest."

Richard pressed his palms to his forehead. "No, no, you don't understand. You're having the same problem as everyone else. It's not her. You know Kahlan."

Zedd lifted a sympathetic hand toward his grandson. "Richard, that's not possible. The quads killed the Confessors."

"Yes, the other Confessors were killed by those assassins, but not her, not Kahlan." Richard waved a hand as he dismissed the argument. "Zedd, she's the one who came to ask you to appoint the Seeker-that's why we left Westland. You know Kahlan."

Zedd frowned. "What in the world are you talking about? We had to leave when Darken Rahl came hunting us. We had to run for our lives."

"In part, but Kahlan came looking for you first. She's the one who told us that Darken Rahl had put the boxes of Orden in play. He was on the other side of the boundary; if not for Kahlan coming, how would we have even known?"

Zedd peered at Richard as if he suspected he might be quite ill. "Richard, when the boxes of Orden are put into play, the snake vine grows. It even says so in The Book of Counted Shadows. You, of all people, know that. You were in the Upper Ven and were bitten by a snake vine. It caused a fever and you came to me for help. That's how we knew the boxes of Orden were in play. Darken Rahl then came to Westland and attacked us."

"Well, yes, that's all true, in a way, but Kahlan told us what was happening in the Midlands-she confirmed it." Richard growled in frustration. "It's more than that, more than her coming to ask you to appoint a Seeker. You know her."

"I'm afraid that I don't, Richard."

"Dear spirits, Zedd, you spent last winter with her and the D'Haran army. When Nicci took me down to the Old World, Kahlan was there with Cara and you." He pointed insistently at Cara, as if it would somehow prove the point and end the nightmare. "She and Cara fought with you all winter."

Zedd glanced up at Cara. Cara, behind Richard's back, turned her palms up and shrugged at Zedd to let him know that she didn't know any more about it than Zedd did.

"As long as you brought up the business about you being the Seeker, where is your.»

Richard snapped his fingers, his face suddenly lighting up.

"That's not Kahlan's grave."

"Of course it is. There's no mistaking this grave. It's prominent and I clearly recall that it has her name carved right in the stone."

"Yes, it's her name, but not her grave. I realize what you're talking about, now." Richard chuckled with relief. "I'm telling you, it's not her grave."

Zedd didn't think it was funny. "Richard, I've seen her name on the stone. It's her, the Mother Confessor, Kahlan Amnell."

Richard shook his head insistently. "No, that's not her. That was a trick.»

"A trick?" Zedd cocked his head, frowning. "What are you talking about? What sort of trick?"

"They were hunting her-the Order was after Kahlan when they occupied Aydindril. They had taken over the council, condemned her to death, and they were hunting her. To keep them from chasing her, you put a death spell on her.»

"What! A death spell! Richard, do you have any idea of the magnitude of what you're suggesting?"

"Of course I do. But it's true. You needed to feign her death so that the Order would think they had succeeded and wouldn't come after her-so that she could get away. Don't you remember? You made that headstone, or at least you had it made. I came here to find her-it was a few years back. Your spell even fooled me. I thought she was dead. But she wasn't."

His confusion had receded and now Zedd was looking seriously worried. "Richard, I can't imagine what is wrong with you, but this is simply.»

"You two escaped to safety but you left me a message on her headstone," Richard said, jabbing a finger at Zedd's chest, "so that I would know that she was really still alive. So that I wouldn't despair. So that I wouldn't give up. I almost did, but then I figured it out."

Zedd was nearly boiling over with frustration, impatience, and concern. Nicci knew the feeling.

"Bags, my boy, what message are you talking about?"

"The words on the headstone. The inscription. It was a message to me."

Zedd planted his fists on his hips. "What are you talking about? What message? What was this message?"

Richard started pacing, pressing his fingertips to his temples as he mumbled to himself, apparently trying to recall the exact wording.

Or, Nicci thought, trying to dream it up the way he always dreamed up answers to talk his way out of facing the truth. She knew that this time he was making a mistake that would catch him up. Reality was closing in around him, even if he didn't yet recognize it. He soon would.