Richard regarded the spirit guide a long moment. His voice came softly. "I am sorry, Ma Ban Grid, that I had to kill your son. It wounds my heart to have done so. Know that had there been any other path, I would have taken it."
The old man nodded, but couldn't bring forth words. He looked around at his men. He seemed suddenly ashamed. "I don't know what we are doing here," he whispered. "This is not the Bantak way."
"It is the fault of false spirits. I am glad we were here to help you see the truth of it," Richard said.
He nodded again and turned to his men, looking about at them, and then walked off toward their homeland. Kahlan let out a heavy sigh. Richard watched warily as the Bantak plodded off into the sunrise, dragging spears behind.
"What do you make of that?" she asked when he turned to her at last.
He rested his hand on the hilt of the sword and turned to watch the Bantak. "The Keeper is getting ahead of us." He looked back to her eyes. "He has taken the effort to discredit you. To discredit the Mother Confessor. He is laying traps for us. He has plans, and I don't have the slightest idea what they are."
"What are we going to do?"
"What we planned to do. Tonight we have the gathering, and tomorrow we are married and leave for Aydindril."
She studied his face. "You really are a wizard," she said softly. "You used magic to break the Keeper's spell."
His expression didn't change. "No, I'm not. It was just a little trick Zedd taught me. He said once that people are more afraid to die from magic than anything else, as if they would somehow be more dead. I used that fear and the Wizard's First Rule to make them believe it. It was a stronger fear than the one the spirits gave them."
"And what of turning the Sword of Truth white?"
He regarded her a long moment. "Do you remember when Zedd showed us how the sword works? How it couldn't harm anyone you think innocent?" She nodded. "Well, he was wrong. When it is white, you can kill anyone. Anyone. Even one you know to be innocent. Even one you love." His eyes hardened. "I hate magic."
"Richard, the gift has just helped you save the lives of many people."
"At what cost?" he whispered. "Whenever I even think of turning the sword white, all I can remember is how I did it to you, how I almost killed you with it."
"But you didn't. Almost doesn't make bread rise."
"That doesn't stop the pain of it. Or of having killed with the sword's white magic, and of knowing what I am capable of. It makes me feel like a Rahl." He let out a heavy breath and changed the subject. "I think we had better be very careful at the gathering tonight."
"Richard... this puts a new light on things. We have been warned twice now of the danger of dealing with the spirits. Won't you reconsider the gathering?"
He looked away. "What choice do I have? The Keeper seems to be ahead of us. Events are moving fast. The more we find out, the more we realize we don't know. We must learn what we can."
"But maybe the ancestors' spirits won't be able to help us."
"Then we will have learned something. We can't pass up the chance; too much is at risk. We have to try." He gently took her hand. "Kahlan... I can't allow myself to be responsible for this. To know it's my fault."
She waited until his eyes came up. "Why? Because Darken Rahl is your father? You think you are responsible because you are a Rahl?"
"Maybe. But Rahl or not, I can't be responsible for the Keeper having everyone. For having you. I have to find a way to stop it. Darken Rahl haunts me from the grave. Somehow I have caused this. I don't know how, but it's my fault. I have to do whatever it takes to stop it, or everyone will suffer. And the Keeper will have you, forever.
"That thought scares me more than anything in my life has ever scared me. It wakes me with nightmares. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to stop him from getting you. I won't take a chance of missing anything, no matter the risk. I have to have the gathering." His gaze held hers. "Even though I fear it might be a trap, I have to try."
"A trap?... You think it might be a trap?"
"It could be. We have been warned. At least we can be alert for it." He looked down at her hand in his. "I won't have the sword in the gathering. Do you think you can call down the lightning if you have to?"
Kahlan shook her head. "I don't know, Richard. I don't how I did it. It just happened. I don't know how to control it."
He nodded as he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumbs. "Well, maybe you won't have to try. Maybe the ancestors' spirits will be able to help us. They helped us before."
Richard reached up and gripped the Agiel. His gray eyes were filled with the pain of the headache. He sank down and put his head in his hands as she sat next to him. "I have to rest a while before we go back. This headache is killing me."
She feared he was right, that the headache really was killing him. She ached for the next day when they could get to Zedd, get to help.
*****
It was late afternoon by the time they returned to the celebration, the banquet. Richard's head was a little better, but still hurt him enough to leave the pain in his eyes. The elders stood as the two of them approached the open pole shelter. The Bird Man stepped forward."What of the Bantak? Did you see them? There has been no word from Chandalen."
Kahlan held the gold medallion out to him and let it drop in his hand when it came up.
"We found them, to the north, as Richard said we would. Ma Ban Grid sent this as a gift to tell the Mud People that the Bantak will not make war with them. They made a mistake, and are sorry. We made them see that the Mud People mean them no harm. Chandalen has also made a mistake."
The Bird Man nodded solemnly, and turned to a hunter standing nearby, telling him to bring back Chandalen and his men. Kahlan didn't think he looked as pleased as she thought he would be.
"Honored elder, is something wrong?"
His brown eyes seemed heavy. He glanced to Richard and back to her. "Two of the Sisters of Light have returned. They wait in the spirit house."
Kahlan's heart jumped. She had hoped they wouldn't be back so soon. What had it been, only a few days? She turned to Richard.
"The Sisters of the Light are waiting in the spirit house."
Richard sighed. "Nothing is ever easy." He addressed the Bird Man. "Tonight is the gathering. Will you be ready?"
"Tonight the spirits will be with us. We will be ready."
"Be careful. Take nothing for granted. All our lives depend on it." He took her arm. "Let's see if we can put a stop to this."
They walked together across the field, past the roar of the fires. People were still everywhere, eating, dancing, playing the boldas and drums. There were fewer children about. Some were off napping, but some still managed to dance and play.
"Three days," he muttered.
"What?"
"It's been three days, almost, since they were here last. I will send them away, and tomorrow, we will be gone. When they come back in another three days, we will have been in Aydindril for two."
She stared ahead as they walked. "That is if they keep to the same schedule. Who says they won't show up for the third time after only one day. Or one hour."
She could feel his eyes on her, but she didn't look over when he spoke. "Are you trying to make a point?"
"You only get three chances, Richard. I'm afraid for you. I'm afraid of the headaches."
This time, she did look over, but he didn't. "I won't wear a collar. Not for any reason. Not for anyone."
"I know," she whispered.
He yanked the door open and strode into the spirit house. His jaw was set with determination. His eyes fixed on the two women standing in the center of the dimly lit room as he marched up to them. Both wore their cloaks with the hoods pushed back. Their faces, in mild frowns, seemed almost calm.
Richard stopped in front of the two. "I have questions, and I want answers."
"We are glad to see you are still well, Richard," Sister Verna said. "Still alive."
"Why did Sist
er Grace kill herself? Why did you allow it?"
Sister Elizabeth stepped in front of Sister Verna. She held the open collar in her hands. "We told you before, discussion is over. It is by the rules now."
"I have rules too." With his fists on his hips, he looked to each woman in turn. "My first rule is that neither of you is going to kill herself today."
They ignored him. "You will listen. I, Sister of the Light, Elizabeth Myric, give the second reason for the Rada'Han. Give the second chance to be helped. The first of the three reasons for the Rada'Han is to control the headaches and open your mind so you may be taught to use the gift. You have refused the first chance to be helped. I bring the second reason and offer."