Blood of the Fold (Sword of Truth 3)

“Yes. Who is it,” she whispered back.

“Kahlan Amnell.”

“Kahlan! It can’t be.” Verna rushed out into the moonlight and lurched to a halt before the woman. “Dear Creator, it is.” Verna threw her arms around her. “Oh, Kahlan. I was so worried you were killed.”

“Verna, you can’t know how glad I am to see a friendly face.”

“Who is it with you?”

An old woman stepped closer. “A long time, it has been, but I still remember you well, Sister Verna.”

Verna stared, trying to place the face of the old woman. “I’m sorry, but I don’t recognize you.”

“I be Adie. I was here for a time, fifty years ago, in my youth.”

Verna’s eyebrows went up. “Adie! I remember Adie.”

Verna left unsaid that she remembered Adie as a rather young woman. She had learned long ago not to say such things aloud; those from the outside world lived by a different pace of time.

“I think you may remember my name, but not my face. It be a long time ago.” Adie embraced Verna in a warm hug. “You be one I remember. You be kind to me when I be here.”

Kahlan interrupted the brief reminiscing. “Verna, what’s going on here? We were brought here by the Blood of the Fold, and have just managed to escape. We have to get out of here, but it seems the place is erupting in battle.”

“It’s a long story, and I have no time right now to tell it all. I’m not sure I even know it all. But you’re right, we must escape at once. The Sisters of the Dark have taken the palace, and Emperor Jagang of the Imperial Order is due to arrive at any time. I have to get the Sisters of the Light away from here at once. Come with us?”

Kahlan scanned the lawns for trouble. “All right, but I have to go get Ahern. He’s been steadfast; I can’t leave him behind. He’ll be wanting to get his team and coach, if I know Ahern.”

“I still have Sisters out collecting all those loyal.” Verna said. “We’re to meet just over there, on the other side of that wall. The guard hiding on the other side, beside the gate, is loyal to Richard, as are all the rest guarding the gates in that wall. His name is Kevin. He can be trusted. When you get back, just tell him you’re a friend of Richard. It’s a code he knows. He’ll let you into the compound.”

“Loyal to Richard?”

“Yes. Hurry. I have to go inside to get a friend out. You can’t let your man bring his team through this way, though; the palace grounds are becoming a battlefield. He’ll never make it.

“The stables are at the north end. That’s the way we’re leaving. I have Sisters guarding the small bridge there. Have him head north to the first farm on the right with a stone wall around the garden. That’s our secondary meeting place, and it’s secure. For the moment, anyway.”

“I’ll hurry,” Kahlan said.

Verna caught her arm. “We can’t wait for you if you don’t get back here in time. I must get a friend and then we must escape.”

“I don’t expect you to wait. Don’t worry, I have to get away, too. I think I’m the bait to draw Richard here.”

“Richard!”

“Another long story, but I have to get away before they can use me to lure him here.”

The night suddenly lit, as if by silent lightning, except it didn’t go out like lightning. They all turned to the southeast and saw massive balls of flame boiling up into the night sky. Thick black smoke billowed into the air. It seemed the entire harbor was aflame. Huge ships were thrown into the air atop colossal columns of water.

The ground suddenly shook, and at the same time the air boomed with the rumbling sound of distant explosions.

“Dear spirits,” Kahlan said. “What’s going on?” She glanced about. “We’re running out of time. Adie, stay with the Sisters. I hope to be back soon.”

“I can get the Rada’Han off,” Verna called out, but too late. Kahlan had already dashed away into the shadows.

Verna took Adie’s arm. “Come on. I’ll take you to some of the other Sisters behind the wall. One of them will get that thing off you while I go inside.”

Verna’s heart pounded as she slipped through the halls inside the prophet’s compound after leaving Adie with the others. As she moved deeper into the dark halls, she braced herself for the possibility that Warren was dead. She didn’t know what they had done to him, or if they had decided to simply eliminate him. She didn’t think she could endure it if she were to find his body.

No. Jagang wanted a prophet to help him with the books. Ann had warned her, what seemed ages ago, to get him away at once.

The thought entered her mind that maybe Ann wanted her to get Warren away to keep the Sisters of the Dark from killing him because he knew too much. She put the troubling thoughts from her mind as she scanned the halls for any sign that a Sister of the Dark might have slipped into the building to hide from the battle.

Before the door to the prophet’s apartments, Verna took a deep breath, and then moved into the inner hall, through the layers of shields that had kept Nathan a prisoner in the place for near to a thousand years, and now kept Warren.

She breached the inner door into the gloom. The far double doors to the prophet’s small garden stood open, letting in the warm night air and a shaft of moonlight. A candle on a side table was lit, but provided little illumination.

Verna’s heart pounded as she saw someone rise from a chair.

“Warren?”

“Verna!” He rushed forward. “Thank the Creator you escaped!”

Verna felt a clutch of dismay as her hopes and longings sparked her old fears. She retreated from the brink. She shook a finger at him. “What kind of foolishness was that, sending me your dacra! Why didn’t you use it and save yourself—to escape! That was reckless sending it to me. What if something had happened? You already had it, and you let it out of your hands! What were you thinking?”

He smiled. “I’m glad to see you, too, Verna.”

Verna dammed up her feelings behind a gruff reply. “Answer my question.”

“Well, first of all, I’ve never used a dacra, and worried I might do something wrong, and then we would lose our only chance. Secondly, I have this collar around my neck, and unless I get it off, I can’t get through the shields. I feared that if I couldn’t get Leoma to take it off, if she would rather die than do it, then it would all be for naught.

“Third,” he said, taking a tentative step toward her, “if only one of us was to have a chance to get away, I wanted it to be you.”

Verna stared at him a long moment, a lump rising in her throat. She could help herself no longer and threw her arms around his neck.

“Warren, I love you. I mean I really truly love you.”

He embraced her tenderly. “You have no idea how long I dreamed of hearing you say those words, Verna. I love you, too.”

“What about my wrinkles?”

/> He smiled a sweet, warm, glowing Warren smile. “Someday, when you get wrinkles, I’ll love them, too.”

For that, and everything else, she let herself go and kissed him.

A small knot of crimson-caped men burst around the corner, intent on killing him. He spun into them, kicking one in the knee as he brought his knife up into the gut of a second. Before their swords could block him, he had cut another’s throat and broken a nose with an elbow.

Richard was livid—lost in the thundering rage of the magic storming through him.

Even though the sword wasn’t with him, the magic was still his; he was the true Seeker of Truth, and was bonded irrevocably to its magic. It coursed through him with lethal vengeance. The prophecies had named him fuer grissa ost drauka, High D’Haran for the bringer of death, and he moved now like its shadow. He understood the words, now, as they had been written.

He whirled through the men of the Blood of the Fold as if they were mere statues, toppling before a ruinous wind.

In a moment, all was silent again.

Richard panted in rage as he stood over the bodies, wishing they were Sisters of the Dark instead of their minions. He wanted those five.

They had told him where Kahlan had been held, but when he arrived, she was gone. Smoke still hung in the air from the battle. The room had been raked by what looked to be the furor of magic unleashed. He had found the bodies of Brogan, Galtero, and a woman he didn’t recognize.

Kahlan, if she had been there, might have escaped, but he was frantic with apprehension that she had been spirited away by the Sisters, that she was still a captive, and that they would hurt her, or worse yet, that they would give her to Jagang. He had to find her.

He needed to get his hands on a Sister of the Dark so he could make her talk.

Around the palace grounds, a confusing battle raged. It appeared to Richard that the Blood of the Fold had turned on everyone in the palace. He had seen dead guards, dead cleaning staff, and dead Sisters.

He had also seen a great many dead of the Blood. The Sisters of the Dark scythed them down mercilessly. Richard had seen one charge of near to a hundred men cut down in an instant by one Sister. He had also seen a relentless charge of men from all directions overrun another Sister. They tore her apart like a pack of dogs at a fox.