Wizard's First Rule (40 page)

Demmin unclasped his hands in surprise. “Are you sure?”

Rahl nodded. “The old wizard vowed never to help them again. No one has seen him in many years. No one has been able to offer his name, even to save their own lives. Now the Confessor crosses into Westland, the quad vanishes, and a Seeker is named.” He smiled to himself. “She must have touched him, to make him help. Imagine his surprise when he saw her.” Rahl’s smile faded, he clenched his fists. “I almost had them. Almost had all three, but I was distracted by other matters, and they slipped away. For the time being.” He considered this silently for a moment, then announced, “The second quad will fail too, you know. They will not be expecting to encounter a wizard.”

“Then I will send a third quad, and I will tell them of the wizard,” Demmin promised.

“No.” Rahl licked his fingertips, thinking. “Not yet. For now, let’s wait and see what happens. Maybe she is meant to help me again.” He considered this a moment. “Is she attractive? The Mother Confessor?”

Demmin scowled. “I have never seen her, but some of my men have. They fought over who would be named to the quads, who would have her.”

“Don’t send another quad for now.” Darken Rahl smiled. “It is time I had an heir.” He nodded absently. “I will have her for myself,” he declared.

“If she tries to go through the boundary, she will be lost,” Demmin cautioned.

Rahl shrugged. “Maybe she will be smarter than that. She has already shown herself to be clever. Either way, I will have her.” He glanced over at Demmin. “Either way, she will squirm for me.”

“The two of them are dangerous, the wizard and the Mother Confessor. They could cause us trouble. Confessors subvert the word of Rahl; they are an annoyance. I think we should do as you first planned. We should kill her.”

Rahl gave a wave of his hand. “You worry too much, Demmin. As you said, Confessors are an annoyance, nothing more. I will kill her myself, if she proves troublesome, but after she bears me a son. A Confessor son. The wizard cannot harm me, as he did my father. I will see him squirm and then I will kill him. Slowly.”

“And the Seeker?” Demmin’s face was hard with apprehension.

Rahl shrugged. “Even less than an annoyance.”

“Lord Rahl, I need not remind you, winter approaches.”

The Master lifted an eyebrow, the firelight flickering in his eyes. “The Queen has the last box. I will have it soon enough. There is no need for concern.”

Demmin leaned his grim face closer. “And the book?”

Rahl took a deep breath. “After I have traveled to the underworld, I will search out the Cypher boy again. Worry yourself of it no more, my friend. Fate is on our side.”

He turned and walked off. Demmin followed, the guards slipping through the shadows behind.

The Garden of Life was a cavernous room in the center of the People’s Palace. Leaded windows high overhead let in light for the lush plants. This night they let
in the moonlight. Around the outside of the room were flowers set in beds, with walkways winding through. Beyond the flowers were small trees, short stone walls with vines covering them, and well-tended plants completing the landscaping. Except for the windows overhead, it mimicked an outdoor garden. A place of beauty. A place of peace.

In the center of the expansive room was an area of lawn that swept around almost into a circle, the grass ring broken by a wedge of white stone, upon which sat a slab of granite, smooth but for grooves carved near the edge of the top, leading to a small well in one corner. It was held up by two short fluted pedestals. Beyond the slab stood a polished stone block set next to a fire pit. The block held an ancient iron bowl covered with beasts which served as legs to support the round bottom. The iron lid in the same half-sphere shape had but one beast upon it, a Shinga, an underworld creature, reared up on its two hind legs, serving as a handle. In the center of the lawn lay a round area of white sorcerer’s sand, ringed with torches that burned with fluid flames. Geometric symbols crisscrossed in the white sand.

In the center of the sand was the boy, buried in an upright position to his neck.

Darken Rahl approached slowly, his hands clasped behind his back. Demmin waited off by the trees, before the grass. The Master stopped at the border of the grass and white sand, looking down at the boy. Darken Rahl smiled.

“What is your name, my son?”

The boy’s lower lip quivered as he looked up at Rahl. His eyes shifted to the big man back by the trees. It was a fearful look. Rahl turned and looked to the commander.

“Leave us, and please take my guards with you. I wish not to be disturbed.”

Demmin bowed his head and left, the guards following. Darken Rahl turned back, regarding the boy, then lowered himself to sit on the grass. He rearranged his robes once on the ground, and smiled again at the boy.

“Better?”

The boy nodded. His lip still quivered.

“Are you afraid of that big man?” The boy nodded. “Did he hurt you? Did he touch you where he shouldn’t?”

The boy shook his head. His eyes, reflecting a mix of fear and anger, stayed locked on Rahl. An ant crawled from the white sand onto his neck.

“What is your name?” Rahl asked again. The boy did not answer. The Master watched his brown eyes closely. “Do you know who I am?”

“Darken Rahl,” the boy answered in a weak voice.

Rahl smiled indulgently. “Father Rahl,” he corrected.

The boy stared at him. “I want to go home.” The ant inspected its way across his chin.

“Of course you do,” Rahl said with a tone of sympathy and concern. “Please believe me, I’m not going to harm you. You are simply here to help me with an important ceremony. You are an honored guest, meant to represent the innocence and strength of youth. You were selected because people told me what a fine boy you are, what a very good boy you are. Everyone has spoken highly of you. They tell me you are smart, and strong. Do they speak the truth?”

The boy hesitated, his shy eyes looking away. “Well, I guess they do.” He looked back to Rahl. “But I miss my mother, and I want to go home.” The ant went in a circle around his cheek.

Darken Rahl stared off wistfully and nodded. “I understand. I miss my mother also. She was such a wonderful woman, and I loved her so. She took good care of me. When I would do a chore that pleased her, she would make me a special supper, whatever I wanted.”

The boys eyes got bigger. “My mother does that too.”

“My father, mother, and I had wonderful times together. We all loved each other very much and had fun together. My mother had a merry laugh. When my father would tell a boastful story, she would poke fun at him and the three of us would laugh, sometimes until we got tears in our eyes.”

The boy’s eyes brightened, he smiled a little. “Why do you miss her? Is she gone away?”

“No,” Rahl sighed, “she and my father died a few years ago. They were both old. They both had a good life together, but I still miss them. So I understand how you miss your parents.”

The boy nodded a little. His lip had stopped quivering. The ant walked up the bridge of his nose. He scrunched up his face trying to get it off.

“Let’s just try to have as good a time as we can for now, and you will be back with them before you know it.”

The boy nodded again. “My name is Carl.”

Rahl smiled. “Honored to meet you, Carl.” He reached out and carefully picked the ant off the boy’s face.

“Thanks,” Carl said with relief.

“That’s what I’m here for, Carl, to be your friend and help you in any way I can.”

“If you’re my friend, then dig me up and let me go home?” His eyes glistened wetly.

“Soon enough, my son, soon enough. I wish I could right now, but the people expect me to protect them from evil people who would kill them, so I must do what I can to help. You are going to be a part of that help. You are going to be an important part of the ceremony that will save your mother and father from the evil ones who would kill them. You do want to protect your mother from harm, don’t you?”

The torches flickered and hissed as Carl thought.

“Well, yes. But I want to go home.” His lip began quivering again.

Darken Rahl reached out and stroked the boy’s hair reassuringly, combing it back with his fingers, then smoothing it down. “I know, but try to be brave. I won’t let anyone harm you, I promise. I will guard you and keep you safe.” He gave Carl a warm smile. “Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?”

Carl shook his head.

“All right, then. It is late, I will leave you to rest.” He stood, straightening his robes, brushing off grass.

“Father Rahl?”

Rahl stopped, and looked back down. “Yes, Carl?”

A tear rolled down Carl’s cheek. “I’m afraid to be here alone. Could you stay with me?”

The Master regarded the boy with a comforting expression. “Why, of course, my son.” Father Rahl lowered himself back down to the grass. “For as long as you want, even all night if you want me.”

Green light glowed all about as they cautiously shuffled their feet through the rubble of the hillside, climbing over or under tree trunks, kicking limbs aside when necessary. The iridescent green sheet of the boundary walls pressed against them from both sides as they groped their way ahead. Blackness lay thick all about except for the uncanny illumination that made them feel as if they were in a cave.

Richard and Kahlan had come to the same decision at the same time. No choice had been left to the two of them; they couldn’t go back, and they couldn’t stay at the split rock, not with the grippers and shadow things coming for them, and so they were forced ahead, into the Narrows.

Richard had put the night stone away; it was useless for following the trail, as there was no trail to follow, and it made it difficult to tell where the boundary light changed to the green wall. He hadn’t put it back into its leather pouch, in case it was needed again in a hurry, but had simply dropped it into his pocket.

“Let the walls of the boundary show us the way,” he had said, his quiet voice echoing back from the blackness. “Go slow. If one wall turns dark, don’t take another step, go a little more to the other side. That way we can stay between them, and get through the pass.”

Kahlan had not hesitated, the grippers and shadows being a sure death; she had taken Richard’s hand as they had stepped back into the green glow. Shoulder to shoulder, they had entered the invisible passage. Richard’s heart pounded; he tried not to think about what it was they were doing—walking blindly between the walls of the boundary.

He knew what the boundary looked like from when he had been close to it with Chase, and again when the dark thing had tried to pull Kahlan in. He knew that if they stepped into the dark wall, there would be no return, but that if they could stay in the green glow before the wall, then they at least had a chance.

Kahlan stopped. She pushed him to the right. She was close to the wall. Then it appeared on his right. They centered themselves and continued forward, finding that if they went slowly, carefully, they could stay between the walls, walking a thin line of life, with death to each side. Years of being a guide were of no help to him. Richard finally stopped trying to find a trace of the trail, and let himself feel the force of the walls pressing from each side, let the pressure be his guide. It was slow going, with no sign of the trail in sight, no view of the hillside around them, only the tight world of the luminous green light, like a bubble of life floating helplessly through an endless sea of darkness and death.

Mud sucked at his boots, fear at his mind. Any obstacle they encountered had to be crossed, they couldn’t go around; the boundary walls dictated where they went. Sometimes it was over fallen trees, sometimes over boulders, sometimes through washouts where they had to use exposed roots to pull themselves up the other side. They helped each other silently, giving only a squeeze of the hand for encouragement. Never was there more than a step or two to either side of their way that didn’t bring up the dark walls. Each time the trail turned, the dark wall appeared, sometimes several times, until they could decipher which way it turned. Each time the wall loomed up, they pulled back as quickly as possible, and each time it scared him with a cold jolt.