Soul of the Fire

"A good one! I nearly had heart failure when you first said it. I thought for sure Richard was going to realize we were making up a story and suddenly burst out laughing. It was all I could do to keep from laughing myself!"

"Laugh? Why would he laugh at the word Lurk? It's a perfectly good word. Has all the elements of a frightening creature."

"Have you-gone loony? I've had ten-year-old boys I've caught at mischief come up with stories of pretend monsters plaguing them. They could, on the spot, when I snatched them by the ear, think up better names for those monsters than a 'Lurk.

"Do you know the time I had keeping a straight face? Had it not been for the seriousness of our problem, I'd not have been able to do so. When you then again today insisted on repeating it I feared our ruse would be unmasked for sure."

Zedd folded his arms. "I didn't see them laughing. The three of them thought it was frightening. I think it had Richard's knees knocking there for a moment when I first revealed the name."

Muttering, Ann slapped her forehead. "Only luck preserved our artifice. You could have ruined it with such foolishness." She shook her head. "A Lurk. A Lurk!"

Zedd surmised it was probably her frustration and genuine fear bubbling to the surface, so he let her rant as she paced. Finally, she came to a halt, peering up with sputtering ire.

"Just where in Creation did you ever get such an asinine name for a monster? Lurk indeed," she added in a mutter.

Zedd scratched his neck as he cleared his throat. "Well, actually, in my youth when I was first married, I brought home a kitten for my new bride. She loved the little thing, and laughed endlessly at its antics. It pleased me to my toes to see the tears of joy in Erilyn's eyes as she laughed at that little ball of fur.

"I asked her what she wished to name the kitten, and she said that she enjoyed so much watching the way it incessantly lurked about, pouncing on things, that she would call it Lurk. That was where I got the name. I always like it, because of that."

Ann rolled her eyes. She sighed as she considered his words. She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again and, with another sigh, instead gave his arm a consoling pat.

"Well, no harm done," she conceded. "No harm done." She bent and with a finger hooked the blanket. As she stood folding it, she asked, "What about the bottle? The one you told Richard was in the First Wizard's enclave at the Keep? What trouble is it likely to cause when he breaks it?"

"Oh, it was just a bottle I picked up in a market when I was traveling one time. When I saw it, I was immediately taken with the mastery it must have taken to make such a beautiful, graceful piece. After a long negotiation with the peddler, I finally wore him down and purchased it for a exceptionally good price.

"I liked the bottle so well that when I returned, I set it up on that pedestal. It was also a reminder of how, because of my skill at bargaining, I had obtained it at a remarkably good price. I thought it looked nice, there, and it made me proud of myself."

"Well, aren't you the clever one," Ann sniped.

"Yes, very. Not long after, I found a bottle exactly like it for half the price, and that was without haggling. I kept the bottle there on that pedestal to remind myself not to get cocky, just because I was First Wizard. It's just an old bottle kept as a lesson; no harm will come when Richard breaks it."

Ann chuckled as she shook her head. "If not for the gift, I fear to think what would have become of you."

"What I fear is that we are about to find out."

Already, as his magic was failing, he felt aches in his bones, and lassitude in his muscles. It would get worse.

Ann's smile faded at the grim reality of his words.

"I don't understand it. What you told Richard was true: Kahlan would have to be his third wife to have called the chimes into this world. We know the chimes are here, yet it's impossible.

"Even given the convoluted ways magic can interpret incidents to constitute the fulfillment of requirements and conditions to trigger an event, she can be counted as no more than his second wife. There was that other one, that Nadine girl, and Kahlan. One and one equals two; Kahlan can be no more than number two."

Zedd shrugged. "We know the chimes have been unleashed. That is the problem we must address, not the how of it."

Ann grudgingly nodded her assent. "Do you think that grandson of yours will do as he says and go straight to the Keep?"

"He promised he would."

Ann's eyes turned up to him. "We are talking about Richard, here."

Zedd opened his hands in a helpless gesture. "I don't know what else we could have done to insure he goes to the Keep. We gave him every motivation, from noble to selfish, to rush there. He has no wiggle room. We made the consequences, should he fail to do as we told him he must, frighteningly clear to him."

"Yes," Ann said, smoothing the blanket folded over her arm, "we did everything except tell him the truth."