Temple of the Winds (96 page)

Kahlan stood behind Richard as he sat in his chair in his office, her arms circled around his neck, her cheek laid against the top of his head as she wept.

Richard rolled Raina’s Agiel in his fingers. Berdine said that Raina had wanted him to have it.

Berdine had asked for permission to go up to the Keep to tell Cara. She also asked if she could take her turn at watch over the sliph, as Cara had been up there for the last three days.

Richard told her that she could do whatever she wished, for as long as she wished, and that if she wanted him to take her watch, or to come sit with her, he would. She had said that she wanted to be alone for a while.

“
Why hasn’t the temple sent its message?”

Kahlan smoothed his hair. “I don’t know.”

“
What are we going to do?” he asked. It wasn’t a question for which he expected an answer. “I just don’t know what to do.”

Kahlan rubbed her palms up and down the sides of his shoulders. “Do you think you might find an answer in the trial record?”

“
For all I know it could be the very last line I translate that gives me any information I can use.” He slowly shook his head. “Long before I can translate every line, we’ll all be dead.”

Richard hooked Raina’s Agiel on the chain along with the amulet at his chest. The red color of the Agiel matched the ruby.

Silence hung in the air for a time before he said, “Jagang is going to win.”

Kahlan turned his head toward her.

“
Don’t say that. Please don’t say that.”

He forced a smile. “You’re right. We’ll beat him.”

A knock came to the door. Ulic stuck his head in when Richard called to ask who it was.

“
Lord Rahl, General Kerson wanted to know if he could talk to you for a minute.”

Kahlan patted Richard’s shoulder. “I’m going to go tell Drefan and Nadine about Raina.”

Richard walked to the door with her. General Kerson was waiting outside with his usual fistful of reports.

“
I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes,” Richard said.

As Kahlan left Richard to hear the general’s reports, Egan fell in with her. It felt odd to be guarded by Egan alone, without a Mord-Sith. One of them had always seemed to be around.

“
Mother Confessor,” Egan said, “some people just arrived at the palace and wanted to see you and Lord Rahl. I told them that everyone was busy. I didn’t want to burden Lord Rahl.”

“
Petitioners’ Hall must be packed with people who want to see us, what with all the trouble.”

“
They aren’t in Petitioners’ Hall. The guards stopped them as they went into one of the reception rooms. They aren’t exactly arrogant, like some of the representatives I’ve seen, but they are insistent, in an odd sort of way.”

Kahlan frowned up at the huge, blond D’Haran. “Did they say who they were? Did you find out that much, at least?”

“
They said they were Andolians.”

Kahlan jerked to a halt, seizing Egan’s massive arm. “Andolians! And the guards let them in? They let Andolians in the palace?”

Egan’s brow drew down. “I didn’t hear how they got in. Only that they were here. Is this a problem, Mother Confessor?”

The man’s hand was already on his sword. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that … dear spirits, how do you explain the Andolians?” She searched for the right words. “They aren’t exactly—human.”

“
What do you mean?”

“
There are creatures of magic that live in the Midlands. There are people with magic who live in the Midlands. It is sometimes difficult to know where to place the line separating them. Some of these people with magic are part creature—like the Andolians.”

“
Magic?” Egan asked with obvious distaste. “Are they dangerous?”

Kahlan heaved a sigh as she changed her mind about where she was going and instead started out for the reception hall. “Not exactly. At least, not usually. Not if you know how to treat them.

“
No one knows a great deal about the Andolians. We leave them alone. Most people of the Midlands have a strong dislike for them. The Andolians steal things. Not for the wealth of the object, but simply because the Andolians are fascinated by things. Shiny things, mostly. A piece of glass, a gold piece, or a button—it’s all the same to them.

“
People don’t like them because the Andolians look much like you and I, and so people think they should behave like people, but they aren’t people, exactly.

“
They usually show up in places out of simple curiosity. We don’t allow them in the palace because they cause such a disruption. It’s best to simply keep them out. With the magic they have, if you try to discipline them, they can turn nasty. Very nasty.”

“
Perhaps I should have the soldiers get rid of them.”

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No. That could get ugly. Dealing with them requires a very special kind of protocol. Fortunately, I know the protocol. I’ll get rid of them.”

“
How?”

“
The Andolians like to carry messages. They like that more than anything—more than shiny objects, even. They love to carry messages for people. I guess it makes them feel more connected to their human side to be involved in human affairs.

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Some people in the Midlands use them for that purpose. Andolians will carry a message more faithfully than any courier. They will do it for a shiny button. They would even do it for no compensation. They live to convey messages.

“
All I have to do is give them a message to carry, and they will be off to deliver it. That’s the easiest way to get rid of an Andolian.”

“
Will it get rid of all of them?” Egan asked as he scratched his head.

“
All of them? Dear spirits, don’t tell me that there are more than a couple?”

“
Seven. Six women who all look alike, and one man.”

Kahlan lost a stride. “I don’t believe it. That would be the Legate Rishi and his six wives, all sisters. The six sisters were all born of the same … litter.”

The Andolians believed that only a litter of six females were worthy to be the legate’s wives. Kahlan’s head spun as she tried to concentrate through the depression over Raina’s death, over all the deaths. She had to think of a place to send the Andolians, and a message for them to carry.

Maybe something about the plague. She could send them somewhere with a warning about the plague. Maybe down into the wilds. Most of the people of the wilds tolerated the Andolians better than most other people in the Midlands.

A throng of guards bristling with weapons filled the halls all around the reception room. Two guards with pikes opened the tall, mahogany-paneled doors as Kahlan and Egan approached.

The reception hall, where waited the Andolians, was one of the smaller ones, without windows. Sculptures of every sort, from rulers’ busts to a farmer and oxen, most done in pale marble, rested on square granite blocks placed back against the dark walls. Behind each sculpture, ornamental drapery of a rich maroon was swagged back to half-columns of dark violet marble set against the walls between each sculpture. It lent each piece the air of being displayed on a stage, with curtains opening for them.

Four separate clusters of ornate lamps with cut-glass chimneys hung on silver chains. Because of the dark decor, the dozens of lamps were unable to bring anything brighter than a somber atmosphere to the room. Three heavy, dark tables sat on the black marble floor.

The Andolians stood before one of these tables. The six sisters were tall and slender, and Kahlan couldn’t tell one from another. Their hair was dyed a bright orange with the berries of a hasset bush that grew in the Andolians’ homeland. Their homeland wasn’t close; they had made a long journey to get to Aydindril.

Their big, round black eyes watched Kahlan approach. Their orange hair, woven into hundreds of small braids, made the women look as if they wore wigs of orange yarn. Woven into the yarnlike hair were small, shiny things—buttons, pieces of metal, gold and silver coins, shards of glass, chips of obsidian—any scrap that they found shiny enough for their taste.

All six were dressed in simple but elegant white robes of a lustrous, satiny material. Despite what Kahlan knew about the Andolians—such as the way a simple storm could send them puling for protection under a bush or a hole in the ground—they had a noble air. Kahlan guessed that made sense; they were, after all, the wives of the legate, the leader of the Andolians.

The legate himself was shorter than his wives, and much older. Other than his round black eyes, he looked to be nothing more than a distinguished official, a bit on the stocky side. A bald pate shone above his fringe of white hair. Some kind of grease had been rubbed on it so as to make it glossy.

He wore robes similar to his wives’, but of gold material trimmed with rows of shiny objects sewn on. Each finger had at least one ring. From a distance, all the shiny objects made him look opulent. Closer up, he looked more like a crazy beggar who had dug through a midden heap to pluck out worthless items discarded by normal people.

Legate Rishi’s eyes were red-rimmed and leaden-looking. He wore a doltish grin and swayed on his feet. Kahlan saw him infrequently, but she didn’t remember him this way.

The six sisters formed into a line before him. They straightened, putting their shoulders back with pride.

“
We share the moon,” one of the six said.

“
We share the moon,” Kahlan said in their traditional greeting among females. Her waning cramps reminded her that the greeting had more than one meaning.

The rest spoke the greeting in turn. The way those big black eyes blinked as they watched her gave Kahlan shivers. When they had finished with the official greeting, the six split into two groups of three and backed to either side of their husband.

The legate lifted a hand, as if a king greeting a crowd. He grinned moronically. Kahlan frowned at his odd behavior, although she wasn’t at all sure that for an Andolian it was odd.

“
We share the sun,” he said in a slur.

“
We share the sun,” Kahlan answered, but he ignored her as his attention was diverted by something behind her.

Kahlan turned and saw Richard striding across the room, a glower heating his expression.

“
What’s this about the moon?” Richard asked as he came up beside Kahlan.

She took his hand. “Richard,” she said in a tone of warning, “this is Legate Rishi and his wives. They are Andolians. I have just given them their traditional greeting, that’s all.”

His expression slackened. “Oh, I see. When they said something about the moon—I thought.”

The blood suddenly drained from Richard’s face.

“
Andolians,” he whispered to himself. “Wizard Ricker was doing something with the Andolians …” He seemed lost in a confusion of thought.

“
We share the sun,” Legate Rishi said through his grin. “The females share the moon. A female and a male share the sun, but not the moon.”

Richard rubbed his brow. He looked engrossed in recollection, or confusion. Kahlan squeezed his hand, hoping he would get the message to let her handle this. She turned back to the legate.

“
Legate Rishi, I would like you to—”

“
Our husband has been drinking things that make him happy,” one of the wives said, as if it were a fascinating bit of news. “He has been trading some of his prizes for this drink.” Her expression turned perplexed. “It makes him slow, too, or we would have been here sooner.”

“
Thank you for telling me this,” Kahlan said. One had always to thank an Andolian for any information they offered about themselves. Information about themselves so given was considered a gift.

Kahlan turned her attention once more to the legate. “Legate Rishi, I would like you to carry an important message for me.”

“
Sorry,” the legate said. “We can carry no message for you.”

Kahlan was dumbfounded. She had never heard of an Andolian refusing to carry a message.

“
But, why not?”

One of the six leaned toward Kahlan. “Because we already carry a message of great importance.”

“
You do?”

Her big black eyes blinked. “Yes. The greatest of all honors. Husband carries a message from the moon.”

“
You what?” Richard whispered as his head came up.

“
The moon sends a message from the winds,” the legate said in a drunken slur.

Kahlan felt as if the world had frozen.

“
We would have been here sooner, but husband had to stop many times to have the drink of happiness.”

Kahlan felt her whole body tingle with icy dread.

“
Been here sooner,” Richard repeated. “While all those people died, you’ve been drinking?” His voice boomed like thunder. “Raina died, because you’ve been out getting drunk!”

Richard exploded in a blur of movement, his fist striking Legate Rishi so hard that the man tumbled back over the table.

“
People are dying, and you’re out getting drunk!” Richard roared as he vaulted over the table.

“
Richard, no!” Kahlan shrieked. “He has magic!”

Kahlan saw a blur of red racing in from the side. Cara came at a dead run and dived over the table, knocking Richard sprawling across the floor.