Temple of the Winds

Nadine and the two soldiers raced up the ladder after one of them shoved a torch in a bracket on the wall.

"Mother Confessor," Captain Harris said, "just a little while ago a Raug'Moss showed up in Petitioners' Hall." "A what?" "A Raug'Moss. From D'Hara." "I don't know much about D'Hara. Who are they?"

"They're a secret sect. I don't know much about them myself. The Raug'Moss keep to themselves, and are rarely seen-" "Get to the point. What's he doing here?"

"This one is the Raug'Moss High Priest himself. The Raug'Moss are healers. He says he sensed that a new Lord Rahl had become Master of D'Hara, and he came to offer his services to his new master."

"A healer? Well, don't just stand there-go get him. Maybe he can help. Hurry." Captain Harris clapped a fist to his hear) before racing up the ladder. Kahlan pulled Cara's shoulders and head into her lap and held her tight, trying to calm her convulsions. Kahlan didn't know what else to do. She knew a lot about hurting people, but little about healing them. She was so sick of hurting people. She wished she knew more about helping people. Like Nadine.

"Hold on, Cara," she whispered as she rocked the shaking woman. "Help is coming. Hold on."

Kahlan's eyes were drawn to the top of the opposite wall. The words incised in the stone stared back. She knew nearly every language in the Midlands, all Confessors did, but she knew nothing about High D'Haran. High D'Haran was a dead language; few people knew the ancient tongue.

Richard was learning High D'Haran He and Berdine worked together translating the journal they had found in the Keep — Kolo's journal, they called it-which had been written in High D'Haran, in the great war three thousand years before. Richard would be able to translate the prophecy on the wall.

She wished he couldn't. She didn't want to know what it said. Prophecy was never anything but trouble.

She didn't want to believe that Jagang had unleashed some unknown festering plague of torment on them, but she couldn't find a good reason to doubt his word.

She pressed her cheek to the top of Cara's head and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the prophecy. She wanted it gone.

Kahlan felt tears running down her face. She didn't want Cara to die. She didn't know why she should feel so much for his woman, except perhaps because no one else did. The soldiers wouldn't even come down to see why she had stopped screaming. She could have choked to death on her own vomit. Something as simple as that, not magic, could have killed her because they were afraid, or perhaps because no one cared if she died.

"Hold on, Cara. I care." She smoothed the Mord-Sith's hair back from her clammy forehead. "I care. We want you to live."

Kahlan squeezed the quaking women, as if trying to squeeze her words, her concern, into her. It occurred to her that Cara wasn't so different from herself; Cara was trained to hurt people.

When it all came down to it, Kahlan was much the same. She used her power to destroy a person's mind. She knew that she was doing it to save others, but it was still hurting people. Mord-Sith hurt people, but to them, it was to help their master, to preserve his life, and that in turn was to save the lives of the D'Haran people.

Dear spirits, was she no more than this Mord-Sith she was trying to bring back from madness?

Kahlan could feel the Agiel hanging around her neck pressing against her chest as she held Cara. Was she a sister of the Agiel in more ways than one?

If Nadine had been killed in the beginning, would she have cared? Nadine helped people; she didn't make a life of hurting them. No wonder Richard had been attracted to her.

She wiped her cheek as the tears ran more freely.

Her shoulder throbbed. She hurt all over. She wanted Richard to hold her. She knew he was going to be angry, but she needed him so badly at that moment. It was hurting her shoulder to hold the trembling woman in her lap, but she refused to let go. "Hold on, Cara You're not alone; I'm With you. I won't leave you. I promise."

"Is she any better?" Nadine asked, as she scurried down the ladder. "No. She's still unconscious and sharing like before."

As she knelt, Nadine let her bag drop to the floor beside Kahlan. Things inside banged together with muffled sounds.

"I told those men to wait up there. We don't want to move her until we can bring her out of it, and they'll just be in the way."

Nadine started pulling things out of her bag, little folded cloth packages, leather pouches with markings scratched on them, and stoppered horn containers, likewise scratched with symbols. She briefly inspected the markings before setting each item aside.