Temple of the Winds

Tears trickled down Kahlan's cheeks. "I can't, Berdine. It hurts too much. I'll not put myself through it again.

"It doesn't matter anyway. It's been weeks. The plague is long over. Richard is never coming back."

"Look, I don't know exactly what happened up on the mountain, but you just ask yourself this: If the situation were reversed, if you were in his place, how would you feel?"

"Don't you think I do that every moment of every day? I know how I'd feel. I'd feel betrayed. I'd never forgive me, if I were him. I'd hate me, just as I know he does."

"No," Berdine soothed, "that isn't true. He doesn't hate you. Lord Rahl may be confused, or hurt, but he could never hate you."

"He does. He hates me for what I did. That's the other reason I can never take him back-I hurt him too much. How could I ever look him in the eye again? I couldn't. I could never ask him to trust me again."

Berdine circled an arm around Kahlan's neck and drew her to a shoulder. "Don't close your heart, Kahlan. Please don't do that. You are a sister of the Agiel. As your sister, I beg you not to do that."

"It makes no difference," Kahlan whispered. "I can't be with him anyway, no matter what I might think or wish or hope. I must forget him. The spirits have forced me into marrying Drefan. I have given my oath to Drefan and to the spirits in trade to save lives. I must respect the oath I've given. Richard, too, must respect my oath."

CHAPTER 62

Wake him! the voice in her head commanded.

Verna cried out. It felt as though she was covered with wasps, and they were all stinging her at once. She frantically swiped at her arms, her shoulders, her legs, her face. She screamed in panic, swatting, swatting. Wake him! came the voice in her head again. His Excellency's voice.

Verna snatched the cloth from the bucket. She turned Warren's head. He was sprawled forward on the table, unconscious. She dabbed the wet cloth on his cheeks, his forehead. With trembling fingers, she smoothed back his hair. He hadn't been out long, so she had a better chance to bring him around. "Warren. Warren, please wake up. Warren!"

He moaned in delirium. She pressed the wet cloth to his lips. She rubbed his back with her other hand as she kissed his cheek. It broke her heart to see him so afflicted with the pain, not only of the dream walker but of the gift out of control. She pressed her fingers to the back of his neck and let a warm flow of Han seep into him, hoping it would give him strength, hoping it would bring him around.

"Warren," she cried, "please wake up. Please, for me, wake up, or His Excellency will be angry. Please, Warren."

Tears streamed down her face. She didn't care. She needed only to wake Warren, or His Excellency would make them both suffer. She had never known that resistance could be so futile. She had never known that she could so easily be made to betray everything in which she believed.

She couldn't even protect those she loved by killing herself. She had tried. Oh, how she had tried. He wouldn't allow it; he wanted them alive so that they could serve him. He wished to use their talents.

She now knew that it had to be true: Richard had to be dead. The bond to him was broken, and they were defenseless against the dream walker. He intruded into her mind at will. With frightening ease, Jagang bent her to his wishes. It was as if she were no longer in control of the simplest of actions. If Jagang willed it, her arm lifted, and she could do nothing but watch. He controlled her use of her Han, too. Without the bond, she was powerless.

Warren let out another groggy groan. He moved of his own accord, at last. Only Verna seemed able to wake him when he passed out from the gift. That was the only reason Jagang hadn't sent her to the tents.

Only his heart's connection to her was enough to stir Warren. She knew that it was harmful to wake him when the gift wanted him unconscious-it did that as a way to stretch his endurance until he could get proper help-but she had no choice. She was using their love to wake him, and in so doing, was bringing him closer to death; but Jagang didn't care, as long as Warren did as ordered.

"Sorry," Warren mumbled. "I. . I couldn't. ."

"I know," Verna comforted, "I know. Wake up, now. Warren. His Excellency wants us to keep working. We have to keep working." "I. . can't. I can't, Verna. My head-"

"Please, Warren." Verna couldn't control the tears. The pain of a thousand wasps stinging her everywhere at once made it impossible to hold still. She flinched constantly. "Warren, you know what he'll do to us. Please, Warren, you must go back to the books. I'll carry them down. Just tell me which ones you need. I'll get them for you."

He nodded as he pushed himself up. He was becoming more alert. Verna slid the lamp near him and turned up the wick. She pushed close the volume he had been reading when he had passed out, and tapped the page.

"Here, Warren. Here. This is where you were. His Excellency wants to know what this means."