Faith of the Fallen

Kahlan let out an angry breath. It was all starting to make sense to her. "That's why there have been so many false alarms. They were numbing us to them so that when they attacked, we would be unconcerned, falsely believing our own alarms were just another enemy false alarm."

"I'm guessing you're right." He flexed his fist in frustration. He looked down then and noticed Cara scowling up at him. "Cara. Are you all right? I was so-I mean, we thought you might be badly hurt."

"No," she said, casting a cool glare at Verna and Kahlan, each of whom used a hand to hold her shoulders down. She casually crossed her ankles. "I just thought you could handle it, so I decided to take a nap."

General Meiffert gave her a quick smile and then turned a serious face to Kahlan.

"It gets worse. This cavalry attack was a diversion. They hoped it might get you, I'm sure, but it was meant to make us believe it was just a raid."

Kahlan felt her flesh go cold with dread. "They're coming, aren't they?"

He nodded. "The entire force. They're still a distance out, but you're right, they're coming. This was just to throw us into confusion and keep us distracted."

Kahlan stared, dumbfounded. The Order had never attacked at sunset before. The prospect of the onslaught of hundreds of thousands upon hundreds of thousands of Imperial Order troops storming in from the darkness was bloodcurdling.

"They've changed their tactics," Kahlan whispered to herself. "He's a quick study. I thought I'd tricked him, but I was the one who was taken in."

"What are you mumbling about?" Cara asked, her fingers locked together over her stomach.

"Jagang. He counted on me not being fooled by those troops going around in a circle. He wanted me to think I had outsmarted him. He played me for a fool."

Cara made a face. "What?"

Kahlan felt sick at the implications. She pressed a hand to her forehead as the awful truth inundated her.

"Jagang wanted me to think I had his scheme figured out, so we would pretend to play along and send out our troops. He probably figured they wouldn't be sent after his decoy, but would be used instead against his real plan of attack. He didn't care about that, though. All along, he was planning on changing his tactics. He was waiting only until those troops left so that he could attack before they were in place and while our numbers were reduced."

"You mean," Cara asked, "that whole time you were talking to him, pretending to believe he was moving troops north, he knew you were pretending?"

"I'm afraid so. He outsmarted me."

"Maybe, maybe not," General Meiffert said. "He hasn't succeeded, yet.

We don't have to let him have it his way. We can move our forces before he can pounce."

"Can't we call back the men we sent out?" Verna asked. "Their numbers would help."

"They're hours away," General Meiffert said, "traveling through back country on the way to their assigned locations. They would never get back here in time to help us tonight."

Rather than dwell on how gullible she had been, Kahlan put her mind to the immediate problem. "We need to move fast."

The general nodded his agreement. "We could fall back on our other plansabout breaking up and scattering into the mountains."

He ran his fingers back through his blond hair. The gesture of frustration unexpectedly reminded Kahlan of Richard. "But if we do that, we would have to abandon most of our supplies. In winter, without supplies, a number of our men wouldn't last long. Either way, killed in battle or dying of hunger and cold-you're just as dead."

"Broken up like that, we would be easy pickings," Kahlan agreed.

"That's a last resort. It may work later, but not now. For now, we need to keep the army together if we're to survive the winter-and if we're to keep the Order distracted from its designs at conquest."

"We dare not allow them to go uncontested into a city. It would not only be a bloodbath, but if they picked the right city, we would face a near impossible task of dislodging them." The general shook his head. "It could end up being the end of our hopes of driving them back to the Old World."

Kahlan gestured over her shoulder. "What about that valley we talked about, back there? The high pass is narrow-it can be defended on this side by two men and a dog, if need be."

"That's what I was thinking," he said. "It keeps the army together-and keeps the Order having to contend with us, rather than being able to turn their attention on any cities. If they try to move around us up into the Midlands, there are easy northern routes out of the valley from which we can strike. We have more men on the way, and we can send for others; we need to stay together and maintain our engagement with the Order's army until those forces arrive."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Verna asked. "Let's get moving."