Naked Empire

Richard rested his left hand on the hilt of his sword. "Certain snakes can swallow prey much larger than themselves. Their teeth are angled back so that as the prey is devoured, it's impossible for it to come back out, to escape. I suppose that the pass through the boundary could have been somehow like that-only able to be traversed in one direction."

"Do you think such a thing is possible?" Jennsen asked.

"There is precedent for such safeguards," Kahlan said.

Richard nodded his agreement. "The great barrier between the New and the Old World had defenses to allow certain people, under specific conditions, one passage through and back, but not two." He pointed the warning beacon up at the statue. "A wizard of Kaja-Rang's ability would surely have known how to craft a pass through the boundary that did not allow any return. After all, he called it up out of the underworld itself and it remained viable for nearly three thousand years."

"So then anyone who went out of this boundary died," Owen said.

Richard nodded. "I'm afraid so. Kaja-Rang appeared to have made elaborate plans that functioned as he intended for all this time. He even made contingencies should the boundary fail."

"That's something I don't understand," a young man said. "If this wizard was so great, and his magic was so powerful that he could make a wall of death to keep us separated from the world for three thousand years, then how could it possibly fail? In the last two years it simply went away. Why?"

"I believe it was because of me," Kahlan said.

She took a step closer to the men. Richard didn't try to stop her. At this point, it wouldn't do to appear as if he were withholding information from them.

"A couple of years ago, in a desperate act to save Richard's life, I inadvertently called forth underworld power that I believe may be slowly destroying magic in our world. Richard banished this evil magic, but it had been here in the world of life for a time, so the effects may be irreversible."

Worried looks passed among the men. This woman before them had just admitted that because of something she'd done, their protection had failed.

Because of her, horrifying violence and brutality had befallen them. Because of her, their way of life had ended.

CHAPTER 43

You still have not shown us your magic," one of the men finally said.

Richard's hand slipped away from the small of Kahlan's back as he stepped toward the men.

"Kaja-Rang devised a facet to his magic, linked to the boundary he placed here, to help protect it." Richard held up the small figure of himself for all the men to see. "This was sent to warn me that the boundary to your land had failed."

"Why is the top part of it that strange black?" asked a man standing in the front.

"I believe that it's an indication of how I'm running out of time, how I may be dying."

Worried whispering swept through the group of men. Richard held up a hand, urging them to listen to him as he went on.

"This sand inside-can you all see this sand?"

Stretching their necks, they all tried to get a look, but not all were close enough, so Richard walked among them, holding up the statue so that they could all see that it looked like him, and see the sand falling inside.

"This is not really sand," he told them. "It's magic."

Owen's face twisted with skepticism. "But you said we couldn't see magic."

"You are all pristinely ungifted and aren't touched by magic, so you can't see regular magic. The boundary, however, still prevented you from going out into the world, didn't it? Why do you suppose that was so?"

"It was a wall of death," an older man spoke up, seeming to think that it was self-evident.

"But how could it harm people who are not affected by magic? Going into the boundary itself meant death for you the same as anyone else. Why?

"Because the boundary is a place in this world where the underworld also existed. The underworld is the world of the dead. You may be ungifted, but you are mortal; since you are linked to life, so, too, are you linked to death."

Richard again held the statue up. "This magic, as well, is tied to the underworld. Since you are all mortal, you have a connection to the underworld, to the Keeper's power, to death. That's why you can see the sand that shows how my time trickles away."

"I don't see anything magical about sand trickling down," a man grumbled. "Just because you say it's magic, or that it's your life trickling away, that doesn't seem to prove anything."

Richard turned the statue sideways. The sand continued to flow, but sideways.

Gasps and astonished whispering broke out among the men as they watched the sand flowing laterally.

They crowded in close like curious children to see the statue as Richard held it up, on its side, so they could see magic. Some reached out and tentatively touched the inky black surface as Richard held the figure of himself out for them to inspect. Others leaned close, peering in to see the sand flowing askew in the lower part, where the figure was still transparent.