Blood of the Fold (Sword of Truth 3)

“The others remained at the palace in case you returned before we found you,” Cara said. “Commander General Trimack insisted Ulic and Egan would come, too, since they are among the personal bodyguards to the Master Rahl. We left within an hour after you did, trying to catch you.” She shook her head in wonder. “We wasted no time, and you gained almost a day on us.”

Richard tugged straight the baldric holding his sword. “I was in a hurry.”

Cara shrugged. “You are the Master Rahl. Nothing you do could surprise us.”

Richard thought she had looked very surprised indeed when she saw him become invisible, but he didn’t say it, in view of his newfound restraint on his flip tongue.

He glanced around at the dimly lit, dusty room. “What are you doing in this place?”

Cara pulled off her gloves and tossed them on the table. “We intended to use it as a base while we looked for you. We’ve only been here a short time. We chose this spot because it’s close to the D’Haran headquarters.”

“I was told they’re in a large building beyond the market.”

“They are,” Hally said. “We checked.”

Richard searched her piercing blue eyes. “I was on my way there when you found me. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have you along.” He loosened the mriswith cape at his throat and scratched the back of his neck. “How did you manage to find me in a city of this size?”

The two men stood without showing emotion, but eyebrows went up on the women.

“You are the Master Rahl,” Cara said, seeming to think that would be explanation enough.

Richard planted his fists on his hips. “So?”

“The bond,” Berdine said. She looked perplexed at the blank expression on his face. “We are bonded to the Master Rahl.”

“I don’t understand what that means. What does it have to do with finding me?”

Looks passed among the women. Cara cocked her head to the side. “You are Lord Rahl, the Master of D’Hara. We are D’Harans. How can you not understand?”

Richard wiped his hair back off his forehead as he let out an exasperated breath. “I was raised in Westland, two boundaries away from D’Hara. I never knew anything about D’Hara, much less Darken Rahl, until the boundaries came down. I didn’t even know Darken Rahl was my father until just a few months ago.” He glanced away from their bewildered expressions. “He raped my mother, and she fled to Westland before I was born, before the boundaries went up. Darken Rahl never knew I existed, or that I was his son, until he died. I don’t know anything about being Master Rahl.”

The two men stood as they had, showing no emotion. The four Mord-Sith stared at him a long moment, the candle flame adding a point of light to the corner of their eyes as they seemed to study his soul again. He wondered if they were regretting their oath of loyalty to him.

Richard felt awkward laying out his ancestry to the scrutiny of people he didn’t really know. “You still haven’t explained how you managed to find me.”

As Berdine took off her cape and tossed it atop their gear, Cara laid a hand on his shoulder, urging him to sit in the chair. By the way its loose joints swayed under his weight, he wasn’t sure it would hold him, but it did. She glanced up at the two men. “Maybe you could better explain the bond to him, since you feel it most strongly. Ulic?”

Ulic shifted his weight. “Where should I begin?”

Cara started to say something, but Richard cut her off. “I have important things to do, and I don’t have a great deal of time. Just tell me the important parts. Tell me about this bond.”

Ulic nodded. “I will tell you as we are taught.”

Richard gestured toward a bench, indicating he wanted Ulic to sit. It made him uncomfortable having the man tower over him like some mountain with arms. Checking over his shoulder, Richard saw that Gratch was contentedly licking his fur, but keeping his glowing green eyes on the people. Richard smiled reassuringly. Gratch hadn’t been around that many people, and Richard wanted him to be comfortable, in view of what he planned. The gar’s face wrinkled into a smile, but his ears were perked as he listened. Richard wished he knew for sure how much Gratch could understand.

Ulic pulled up a bench and sat. “Long ago—”

“How long,” Richard interrupted.

Ulic rubbed a thumb along the bone handle of the knife at his belt as he contemplated the question. His deep voice seemed as if it might smother the candle flames. “Long ago… in the beginning times of D’Hara. I believe several thousand years ago.”

“So what took place in these beginning times?”

“Well, that was where the bond originated. In the beginning times, the first Master Rahl cast his power, his magic, over the D’Haran people, in order to protect us.”

Richard lifted an eyebrow. “You mean in order to rule you.”

Ulic shook his head. “It was a covenant. The House of Rahl”—he tapped the ornate letter R incised in the leather over his chest—“would be the magic, and the D’Haran people would be the steel. We protect him and he, in turn, protects us. We were bonded.”

“Why would a wizard need the protection of steel? Wizards have magic.”

Ulic’s leather uniform creaked as he put an elbow to his knee and leaned in with a sobering expression. “You have magic. Has it always protected you? You cannot always remain awake, or always see who is behind you, or conjure magic fast enough if the numbers are great. Even those with magic will die if someone slits their throat. You need us.”

Richard conceded the point. “So, what does this bond have to do with me?”

“Well, the covenant, the magic, links the people of D’Hara to the Master Rahl. When the Master Rahl dies, the bond can be passed on to his gifted heir.” Ulic shrugged. “The bond is the magic of that link. All D’Harans feel it. We understand it from birth. We recognize the Master Rahl by the bond. When the Master Rahl is near we can feel his presence. That’s how we found you. When we’re close enough we can sense you.”

Richard gripped the arms of the chair as he leaned forward. “You mean to tell me that all D’Harans can sense me, and know where I am?”

“No. There’s more to it.” Ulic stuffed a finger under a lea

ther plate to scratch his shoulder while he tried to think of how to explain.

Berdine put a foot on the bench beside Ulic and leaned forward on an elbow, coming to his rescue. Her thick, brown braid fell forward over her shoulder. “You see, first of all, we must recognize the new Master Rahl. By that I mean we must recognize and accept his rule in a formal manner. This acquiescence is not formal in the sense of ceremony, but more in the sense of an understanding and acceptance within our hearts. It does not have to be an acceptance we desire, and in the past, with us, anyway, it was not, but acceptance is implicit, nonetheless.”

“You mean you must believe.”

All the faces staring at him brightened.

“Yes. That’s a good way to express it,” Egan put in. “Once we acquiesce to his dominion, and as long as the Master Rahl lives, we are bonded to him. When he dies, the new Lord Rahl takes his place, and we are then bonded to him. At least that’s the way it’s supposed to work. This time, something went wrong, and Darken Rahl, or his spirit, somehow maintained a part of himself in this world.”

Richard straightened in his chair. “The gateway. The boxes in the Garden of Life are a gateway to the underworld, and one was left opened. When I came back, two weeks ago, I closed it, sending Darken Rahl back to the underworld for good.”

Ulic’s muscles bulked as he rubbed his palms together. “When Darken Rahl died at the beginning of winter, and you spoke outside the palace, many of the D’Harans there believed you were the new Lord Rahl. Some did not. Some still held on to their loyalty, their bond, to Darken Rahl. It must have been because of this gateway you said was opened. It’s never happened that way before, that I heard of, anyway.

“When you returned to the palace, and defeated Darken Rahl’s spirit with the use of your gift, you also defeated the rebel officers who denounced you. In banishing Darken Rahl’s spirit, you broke the bond he still held over some of them, and convinced the rest at the palace of your authority as Master Rahl. They are loyal, now. The whole palace is. They are all bonded to you.”