Stone of Tears

Terry Goodkind Stone of Tears

For my parents, Natalie and Leo

I would like to thank my editor, James Frenkel. for having the integrity to settle for no less than my best effort; my British editor, Caroline Oakley, for her continuing support and encouragement; my friends Bonnie Moretto and Donald Schassberger MD, for their expert advice; and Keith Parkinson for the outstanding cover art.

Chapter 1

Rachel clutched her doll tighter to her chest and stared at the dark thing watching her from the bushes. At least she thought it was watching her. It was hard to tell because the eyes were as dark as the rest of it, except when the light caught them just right; then they gleamed a golden color.

She had seen animals in the woods before, rabbits and raccoons and squirrels and such, but this was bigger. It was as big as her, maybe bigger. Bears were dark. She wondered if it could be a bear.

But this wasn’t exactly the woods, since it was indoors. She had never been in an indoor woods before. She wondered if indoor woods had animals like the outdoor woods did.

She might have been afraid if Chase wasn’t there with her. She knew she was safe with him. Chase was the bravest man she ever saw. Still, she was a little afraid. Chase had told her she was the bravest little girl he knew. She didn’t want him to think she was afraid of some big rabbit.

Maybe that’s all it was, some big rabbit, sitting on a rock or something. But rabbits had long ears. Maybe it really was a bear. She put her doll’s foot in her mouth.

She turned and looked down the path, across the pretty flowers and short walls covered with vines, and across the grass to where Chase was talking to Zedd, the wizard. They were standing by a stone table, looking at the boxes, and talking about what to do with them. Rachel was glad that that mean Darken Rahl didn’t get them and that he wasn’t lever going to be able to hurt anyone again. Rachel turned back to make sure the dark thing wasn’t coming any closer to her. It was gone. She looked around, but didn’t see it anywhere.

“Sara, where do you think it could have gone?” she whispered.

Her doll didn’t have an answer. Rachel bit down on Sara’s foot and started walking toward Chase. Her feet wanted to run, but she didn’t want Chase to think she wasn’t brave. He had said she was brave, and that made her feel good. She looked over her shoulder as she walked, checking, but she didn’t see the dark thing anywhere. Maybe it lived in a hole, and it had gone there. Her feet still wanted to run, but she didn’t let them.

When Rachel got to Chase, she pushed up against him and hugged his leg. He and Zedd were talking, and she knew it was impolite to interrupt, so she sucked on Sara’s foot while she waited.

“So what could happen if you just shut the lid?” Chase was asking the wizard.

“Anything!” Zedd stuck his skinny arms up in the air. His wavy white hair was smoothed down but it still stuck out in places. “How should I know? Just because I know what the boxes of Orden are doesn’t mean I know what to do with them now that Darken Rahl has opened one. The Magic of Orden killed him for opening it. It could have destroyed the world. It could kill me for closing it. Or worse.”

Chase sighed. “Well, we can’t just leave them sitting around, can we? Don’t we have to do something?”

The wizard frowned and looked at the boxes while he was thinking. After more than a minute of quiet, Rachel tugged on Chase’s sleeve. He looked down at her.

“Chase…”

“‘Chase’? I told you the rules.” He put his hands on his hips and twisted his face up, trying to make it look mean, until she giggled and hugged his leg tighter. “You’ve only been my daughter for a few weeks, and already you’re breaking the rules. I told you before, you are to call me ‘Father’. None of my children are allowed to call me Chase. Understand?”

Rachel grinned and nodded. “Yes, Ch… Father.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. Then he mussed her hair. “What is it?”

There’s some big animal in the trees. I think it might be a bear, or worse. I think you might need to take out your sword and go have a look.”

He laughed. A bear! In here?” He laughed again. “This is an indoor garden, Rachel. There aren’t any bears in an indoor garden. Maybe it was a shadow. The light does odd things in here.”

She shook her head. “I don’t think so, Ch… Father. It was watching me.”

He smiled and mussed her hair again and put his big hand on the side of her face and hugged her head to his leg. “Then you just stay by me and it won’t bother you.”