Naked Empire

In a way, he felt an odd kind of relief. He could push as hard as he needed. He didn't have to worry about his health. There was no antidote to the poison. Given the time, it would kill him. There was no solution to the problem of his gift being out of control; that, too, would kill him. There was nothing Richard could do about either. He was going to die.

The wooded hills were easy enough traveling. They were open, with broad, green meadows sprinkled with wildflowers and a patchwork of grassland. Wildlife was abundant. Were he not dying, in pain, and sick with worry for Kahlan, Richard might have enjoyed the beauty of the land. Now it was just an obstacle.

The sun in his eyes was slipping down behind the towering mountains.

Soon darkness would be upon them. A little earlier, Richard had used his bow to take a buck when the opportunity presented itself. Tom had made quick work of butchering it. The rest of them needed to eat, or they would not be able to keep up the pace. Richard supposed that they would have to stop for a while to cook the meat and get some sleep.

Owen came up beside Richard as they trotted through a sea of grass rolling beneath the breeze. Owen pointed ahead. "There, Lord Rahl. That stream coming out of the hills is getting close to the Order's encampment.

Just a little farther, over that line of hills and toward the mountains." He pointed to the right. "Off that way, not far, is my town of Witherton."

Richard changed his course a little to the left, heading for the woods that started at the foot of a gentle rise. They made the trees just as the orange disc of the sun slipped behind the snowcapped mountains.

"All right," Richard said, coming to a breathless halt as they entered a small clearing. "Let's set up camp here. Jennsen, Tom, why don't you two and the men stay here-get some meat cooking while I go with Owen and Cara to scout this fortification and see if I can figure out how we're going to get in."

When Richard started out, using his staff to help balance, Betty started following him. Jennsen snatched Betty's rope.

"Oh, no you don't," Jennsen said. "You're staying here. Richard doesn't need you tagging along to attract attention at the worst possible time."

"What should we make for you to eat, Lord Rahl?" Tom asked.

Richard couldn't stand the thought of eating meat. After all the bloody fighting, he needed to balance his gift more than ever. His gift was killing him, but if he did the wrong thing it might hasten the end and then he might not last long enough to get Kahlan away from Nicholas.

"Whatever we have that isn't meat. You have time before we come back, so you can cook some bannock, some rice, maybe some beans."

Tom agreed to take care of it and Richard followed after Owen. Cara, looking more unhappy than he could ever remember seeing her, put a hand on his shoulder.

"How are you holding up, Lord Rahl?"

He dared not tell her how much pain he was in from the gift, or that he had started to cough up blood. "I'm all right for now."

By the time they dragged back into their camp, almost two hours later, the meat on the spit was finished cooking and some of the men had already eaten. They were just curling up in blankets to get some sleep.

Richard was beyond being tired. He was certain that they had been close to Kahlan. It had been agonizing to have to return, to leave the place where Nicholas held her, but he had to use his head. Wild, irrational action would bring only failure. It would not get Kahlan out of there.

Richard was being driven by needs beyond food or sleep, but as he watched Owen sit heavily near the fire, he knew that Owen and Cara were exhausted and he imagined that they had to be hungry. Rather than sit, Cara waited at his side. She would not allow him to get far from her watchful protection. Nor would she voice any concern for herself or her needs.

He could never have imagined, back in the beginning, ever feeling this close to a Mord-Sith.

Jennsen stood and rushed to meet him. "Richard-here, let me help you.

Come and sit."

Richard flopped down on the grass near the fire. Betty came over and begged a place beside him. He let her lie down.

"Well?" Tom asked. "What do you think of the place?"

"I don't know. It has well-made timber walls with trenches dug before them. There are snares and traps all around the place. It has a gate-a real gate." Richard sighed as he rubbed his eyes. His sight was getting blurry.

It was getting more difficult all the time to see things. "I haven't quite figured it out, yet."

It was hard to think with the smell of the cooking meat. It was making him sick. Richard took a piece of bannock and the bowl of rice and beans Jennsen handed him.

He couldn't eat while watching them eat the meat or, worse, smelling it.

Richard stood. "I'm going to go for a walk." He didn't want to make them feel bad about their dinner, or feel guilty for eating meat in front of him. "I need some time alone to think it out."

Richard gestured for Cara to sit back down and stay where she was.