Soul of the Fire

Richard still had the Subtractive side of his power. He had used that before and understood a little about it. Nathan, a prophet and Richard's ancestor, had once told him that his gift was different from that of other wizards because he was a war wizard. Richard's power worked through need. And, it was invoked by anger.

Richard had a powerful need, now.

He had enough anger for ten wizards.

The thought hit him-that was part of the way Joseph Ander described what he did. He created what he needed. Richard wished he knew how this insight might help him.

Captain Meiffert clapped a hand to the leather over his heart as Richard leaped off his horse.

"Captain, I need a fresh horse. In fact, I had better have three. I have to go." Richard pressed his fingers to his forehead, trying to think. "I want you to get these men packed up, and as soon as all the rest come in from watching the vote, I want you out of here."

"Where are we going, Lord Rahl, if I might ask?"

"You and your men are going back to General Reibisch. I won't be going with you."

The captain followed Richard as he went to gather up his and Kahlan's things. As Captain Meiffert followed, he issued orders to several of his men, calling for fresh horses for Lord Rahl, along with supplies. Richard told one of the soldiers he wanted their best mounts for a long hard ride. The man ran off to see to the task.

The captain waited outside as Richard went into the tent to pack. He began gathering their things. When he picked up Kahlan's white Mother Confessor dress, his hands began trembling, and he fell to his knees, overcome with grief.

Alone in the tent, he prayed, begging the good spirits as never before to help him. He promised them anything they wanted in return. Recalling that the only thing he knew he could do was to banish the chimes so he might heal Kahlan, he set about finishing as quickly as he could.

Outside, the horses were waiting. It was just getting light. "Captain, I want you and your men to get back to General Reibisch as soon as you can."

"And the Dominie Dirtch? With the reports of the special Ander guard units, I think we may have trouble. Will we be safe going past the Dominie Dirtch?"

"No. From the reports, I would suspect the guard troops to be Imperial Order men. I would also expect them to take the Dominie Dirtch in order to keep Reibisch at bay.

"From this moment on, you are to consider yourself in enemy, territory. Your orders are to escape. If anyone tries to stop you, kill them and keep going.

"If the Order, as I suspect, takes the Dominie Dirtch, we can use the one weakness they will have-they will be spread too thin to resist you in force.

"Assume Imperial Order troops will be manning the Dominie Dirtch. Concentrate your force into a cavalry charge and punch through their line. Because they have control of the Dominie Dirtch, they probably won't offer much resistance, thinking they can kill you once you go past."

The man was looking worried. "Then… you think you will have the stone weapons down by then, Lord Rahl? You will counter their magic?"

"I hope to. But I may not. Just in case, I want you and all your men to plug your ears and your horses' ears with wax and cotton, or cloth. Plug them tight so you can't hear until you're over the horizon."

"You mean that will protect us?"

"Yes."

Richard thought he understood the way the Dominie Dirtch worked. Du Chaillu had told them that when she drowned, she heard the chimes of death. Joseph Ander would have needed a way to control and focus the killing power of the chimes. He gave them the answer in what he had created.

"The Dominie Dirtch are bells. They would be bells for a reason: to be heard. If you can't hear them, then you won't be harmed."

The captain cleared his throat. "Lord Rahl, I don't mean to question your knowledge of things of magic, but can a weapon of that much destructive power be defeated so easily?"

"It was done before, I believe. I think the Haken people who once invaded must have figured it out, too, and in so doing were able to get past."

"But, Lord Rahl-"

"Captain, I'm the magic against magic. Trust me. It will work. I trust you to be die steel, trust me with the magic."

"Yes, Lord Rahl."

"Once past, head for General Reibisch. This is important. Tell him I want him to pull back."

"What? Now that you have the way past the Dominie Dirtch, you don't want him to use it?"

"The Dominie Dirtch are going to be destroyed. I can't leave them for Jagang to hide behind, but I don't want our forces to come down here. Jagang is also coming here for food for his army. I hope to spoil some of that food.

"Tell the general my orders are for him to protect the routes up into the Midlands. Out here on the plains he doesn't stand a chance against the Order's numbers. He will have a better chance keeping Jagang from advancing into the rest of the Midlands if our forces fight our way, not Jagang's."

"Yes, sir. Wise advice."