Temple of the Winds (120 page)

Kahlan leaned close, and whispered in Cara’s ear. “You have passed bigger tests than this, in this room. I am a sister of the Agiel; I will hold your hand the whole way.”

Cara eyed Kahlan, and then the sliph.

“
You have to do it, Cara,” Berdine pleaded. “You will be the only Mord-Sith at the wedding of our Lord Rahl and Mother Confessor.”

Cara’s brow twitched as she leaned toward Berdine. “Lord Rahl healed you one time.” Berdine nodded. “Since then, have you felt a … special bond with him?”

Berdine smiled. “Yes. That is why I want you to go. I’ll be all right. I know Raina would want you to go, too.” She gave Ulic a backhanded slap on his stomach. “Besides, someone has to stay here and keep Ulic and Egan in line.”

Ulic and Egan, together, rolled their eyes.

Cara put a hand on Kahlan’s arm as she leaned close and whispered, “Since Lord Rahl healed you, have you felt … have you felt it, too?”

Kahlan smiled. “I felt it before he healed me. It is called love, Cara. Truly caring about someone else, not only because you are bonded to them, but because you share something in your heart. When he healed you, you felt his love for you.”

“
But I knew before that.”

Kahlan shrugged. “Maybe it was just a more vivid way of feeling it.”

Cara lifted her Agiel, rolling it in her fingers. “Maybe, he is a brother of the Agiel.”

Kahlan smiled. “With all we’ve been through together, I guess we are all as close as family.”

Richard strode into the room. “I’m ready. Shall we travel?”

Richard couldn’t take the Sword of Truth into the sliph; its magic was incompatible with life being sustained while traveling. He had gone up to leave his sword in the First Wizard’s enclave, where it would be safe, where no one but he could get to it. Except Zedd, of course. But Zedd was no longer living. At least, Kahlan didn’t think he was alive. Richard refused to doubt that he was.

Richard rubbed his hands together. “So, Cara, are you going, or not? I would really like you to be there. It would mean a lot to us.”

Cara smiled. “I must go. You are incapable of protecting yourself. Without a Mord-Sith, you would be helpless.”

Richard turned to the silver face watching them. “Sliph, I know that I put you to sleep before, but you didn’t stay asleep. Why?”

“
You did not put me into the deep sleep from which only one such as yourself can call me. You put me—at rest. Others can call me if I am only at rest.”

“
But we can’t allow those others to use you. Can’t you refuse? Can’t you just not go to them if they call? We can’t have you taking Jagang’s wizards and such all over Creation to cause trouble.”

The sliph regarded him with a thoughtful expression. “Those who made me the sliph made me this way. I must travel with those who ask, if they have the price of power required.” She moved to the edge of her well, closer to him. “But if I was asleep, only you have the power to call me, master, and then the others could not use me.”

“
But I tried to put you to sleep before, and it didn’t work.”

The sliph’s smile returned. “You did not have the silver required, before.”

“
Silver?”

The sliph reached out and touched his wristbands. “Silver.”

“
You mean, when I crossed my wrists to put you to sleep before, it didn’t work because I didn’t have these? And now, if I put you to sleep, it will work?”

“
Yes, master.”

Richard thought a moment. “Does it—hurt, or anything, when you are put into this sleep?”

“
No. It is rapture, for me, when I sleep, because I am with the rest of my soul.”

Richard’s eyes widened. “When you sleep, you go to the world of souls?”

“
Yes, master. I am not to tell anyone how it is that they can put me into the sleep, but you are the only master, and since you wished to know, you will not be angry that I tell you.”

Richard sighed with relief. “Thank you, sliph. You have given us a way to prevent the wrong people from using you. I’m glad to know that you will be pleased to go into your sleep.”

Richard hugged Berdine. “Take care of everything until we get back.”

“
I am to be in charge, then?” Berdine asked.

Richard frowned suspiciously. “All three of you are in charge.”

“
Are you sure you heard that, mistress Berdine?” Ulic asked. “I don’t want you to later say that you heard no such orders.”

Berdine made a face at him as Richard helped Kahlan up onto the well. “I heard. All three of us are to take care of things.”

Kahlan adjusted the bone knife on her arm, and the pack on her back. She took Cara’s hand as she climbed up.

“
Sliph,” Richard said with a big grin, “we wish to travel.”

Breathe.

Kahlan let go the silken rapture and drew in a breath, and the world.

As they sat up on the edge of the sliph’s stone wall, Kahlan smacked Cara on the back.

“
Breathe, Cara. Come on, let it go. Let out the sliph, and breathe.”

Cara finally bent forward and released the sliph from her lungs, reluctantly pulling a breath. Kahlan remembered how hard it was the first time, not only to breathe the sliph, but to then breathe the air again. Cara had held on tightly to Richard and Kahlan’s hands the whole time they traveled.

Cara looked up with a silly grin. “That was—wonderful.”

Richard gave them both a hand down. Kahlan adjusted the bone knife on her arm, and the small pack on her back. It felt good to be in her traveling clothes again. Cara thought that Kahlan looked odd in pants.

“
This is where you wished to travel,” the sliph said. “The Jocopo Treasure.”

Richard looked around the cave, having to duck down because the ceiling was so low. “I don’t see any treasure.”

“
It’s in the next room,” Kahlan told him. “Someone must be expecting us. They left a torch burning.”

“
Are you ready to sleep?” Richard asked the sliph.

“
Yes, master. I look forward to being with my soul.”

The thought of what the sliph was, what the wizards had made her into, gave Kahlan shivers.

“
Will it make you—unhappy, when I need to wake you again?”

“
No, master. I am always ready to please.”

Richard nodded. “Thank you for your help. We all are in your debt. Have a good … sleep.”

The sliph smiled at him as Richard crossed his wrists, closing his eyes, calling the magic.

The shiny silver face, reflecting the dancing torchlight, softened, melting back into the pool of quicksilver. Richard’s fists began to glow. The silver wristbands he wore brightened to such intensity that Kahlan could see the other side of them through his flesh and bone, and the way they touched, they formed into endless twin loops: the symbol for infinity.

The pool of sparkling silver took on the glow as the sliph sank down into her well, slowly at first, and then with gathering speed, until she vanished into the far darkness below.

Richard took the reed torch and the three of them moved out through a wide, low passageway, following the twisting, turning route through dark brown rock, until they came at last to an expansive room.

Kahlan gestured around the room. “The Jocopo Treasure.”

Richard held the torch up. Torchlight reflected back in thousands of golden sparkles from the room filled with gold in nearly every form, from nuggets and crude ingots to golden statues.

“
Well, it isn’t hard to see why it’s called the Jocopo Treasure,” Richard said. He pointed toward the shelves. “Looks like something is missing.”

Kahlan saw what he meant. “When I was here before, those shelves were packed full of rolled vellum scrolls.” She sniffed the air. “Something else is missing, too. This room was filled with foul air before. It’s gone now.”

She remembered how it made her gag and cough, and her head spin, having to breathe the stench. On the floor of the cave was a smoldering heap of ash.

Kahlan swiped the toe of her boot across the ash. “I wonder what happened here.”

The flame of the torch whipped and fluttered as they followed the twisting tunnel up and out into a golden dawn. Thin bands of violet clouds drifted across the sunrise. Luminous gold, more stunning than the Jocopo Treasure, edged the clouds.

Verdant grasslands spread out before them, smelling clean and fresh.

“
It looks like the Azrith Plains in spring,” Cara said, “before the high heat of summer bakes it barren.”

Broad swaths of wildflowers at their feet led in the general direction of the Mud People. Kahlan took Richard’s hand. It was a beautiful morning for a walk through the spring grasslands of the wilds. It was a beautiful day to be married.

Long before they reached the Mud People’s village, they could hear the sound of drums drifting out onto the plains. Laughter and song filled the morning air.

“
Sounds like the Mud People are having a banquet,” Richard said. “What do you think that’s about?”

His voice sounded uneasy. She felt the same; banquets were usually held to call the spirit ancestors, in preparation for a gathering.

Chandalen met them not far from the village. He was wearing the coyote hide of an elder. His hair was slicked down with sticky mud. He was barechested and had on his ceremonial dress of buckskin pants and his finest knife, and he carried his best spear.

Grim-faced, Chandalen strode forward and slapped Kahlan.

“
Strength to Confessor Kahlan.”

Richard caught Cara by the wrist. “Easy,” he whispered. “We told you about this. It’s the way they greet people.”

Kahlan returned the slap, a show of respect for a person’s strength. “Strength to Chandalen and the Mud People. It is good to be home.” She fingered the coyote hide. “You are an elder, now?”

He nodded. “Elder Breginderin died of the fever. I was named elder.”

Kahlan smiled. “A wise choice, them picking you.”

Chandalen stood before Richard, appraising him a moment. The two men had once been foes. Chandalen finally slapped Richard, harder than he had Kahlan.

“
Strength to Richard with the Temper. It is good to see you again, too. I am happy that you are to marry the Mother Confessor, so that she will not pick Chandalen.”

Richard returned the slap in kind. “Strength to Chandalen. You have my gratitude, for protecting Kahlan on your journey together.” He lifted a hand. “This is our friend and protector, Cara.”

Chandalen was a protector of his people, and the term had special meaning to him. He lifted his chin as he looked into her eyes. He slapped her harder than he had slapped either Richard or Kahlan.

“
Strength to protector Cara.”

It was fortunate that Cara wasn’t wearing her armored gloves. As hard as she punched him, she would have broken his jaw. Chandalen grinned when he straightened his neck.

“
Strength to Chandalen,” she said to him, and then to Richard, “I like this custom.”

Cara reached out and ran a finger over a few of Chandalen’s scars. “Very nice. This one here is excellent. The pain must have been exquisite.”

Chandalen frowned at Kahlan and spoke in his language.
“What does that last word mean?”