Kahlan didn’t like the sound of that.
“Richard, I was told that your brother is the High Priest of an Order called the Raug’Moss. Is that High D’Haran?”
“Means ‘Divine Wind,’” he muttered.
He tapped the book, not seeming to want to discuss it. “See here? Berdine found where Kolo was talking about a red moon. He was really upset about it. The whole Keep was in an uproar. He writes that they were betrayed by the ‘team.’ He said that the team was to be put on trial for their crimes. We haven’t had time to look into that, yet. But…”
Richard flipped the book back toward the front where one of their written translations was inserted, and read her the passage:
“‘Today, one of our most coveted desires, possible only through the brilliant, tireless work of a team of near to one hundred, has been accomplished. The items most feared lost, should we be overrun, have been protected. A cheer went up from all in the Keep when we received word today that we were successful. Some thought it was not possible, but to the astonishment of all, it is done: The Temple of the Winds is gone.’”
“Gone?” Kahlan asked. “What’s the Temple of the Winds? Where did it go?”
Richard shut the book. “I don’t know. But later in the journal, Kolo says that this team who had done it had betrayed them all. High D’Haran is an odd language. Words have different meanings depending on how they’re used.”
“Most languages are that way. Our own is.”
“Yes, but sometimes, in High D’Haran, a word that ordinarily has different meanings according to its usage is intended to have multiple meanings. You can’t have one meaning without all the rest. That makes translating it all the more difficult.
“For example, in the old prophecy that names me the bringer of death, the word ‘death’ means three different things, depending on how it’s used: the bringer of the underworld, the world of the dead; the bringer of spirits, spirits of the dead; and the bringer of death, meaning to kill. Each meaning is different, but all three were intended. That was the key.
“The prophecy was in the book we brought with us from the Palace of the Prophets. Warren was only able to translate the prophecy after I told him that all three meanings were true. He told me that because of that, he was the first in thousands of years to know the true meaning of the prophecy, as it was written.”
“What does this have to do with the Temple of the Winds?”
“When Kolo says ‘winds,’ I think that he sometimes just means the wind, like when you say that the wind is blowing today, but sometimes when he says ‘winds,’ I think he means the Temple of the Winds. I think he used it as a short way of referring to the Temple of the Winds, and at the same time as a way to differentiate it from other temples.”
Kahlan blinked. “Are you saying that you think Shota’s message, that the wind hunts you, means that the Temple of the Winds is really somehow hunting you?”
“I don’t know, for sure.”
“Richard, that’s a pretty big leap of reasoning, if that’s what you’re really thinking—to take Kolo’s short way of referring to the Temple of the Winds and infer that Shota is talking about the same place.”
“When Kolo talks about how everyone was in an uproar, and these men were to be put on trial, he makes it sound as if the winds have a sense of perception.”
Kahlan cleared her throat this time. “Richard, are you trying to tell me that Kolo claims that this place, the Temple of the Winds, is sentient?”
She wondered how long it had been since he had gotten any sleep. She wondered if he was thinking clearly.
“I said I wasn’t sure.”
“But that’s what you mean.”
“Well, it sounds… absurd, when you say it like that. It doesn’t sound the same when you read it in High D’Haran. I don’t know how to explain the difference, but there is one. Maybe it’s just a difference of degree.”
“Difference of degree or not, how can a place have a sense of perception? Be sentient?”
Richard sighed. “I don’t know. I’ve been trying to figure that out myself. Why do you think I’ve been up all night?”
“But such a thing is not possible.”
His defiant gray eyes turned to her. “The Wizard’s Keep is just a place, but it knows when someone violates it. It reacts to that violation by stopping the person, even killing them if it must, to prevent an unauthorized person from entering a place they don’t belong.”
Kahlan made a face. “Richard, that’s the shields. Wizards placed those shields to protect important or dangerous things from being stolen, or to prevent people from going where they could be hurt.”
“But they react without anyone having to tell them to, don’t they?”
“So does a leg-hold trap. That doesn’t make them sentient. You mean that the Temple of the Winds is protected by shields. That’s all you’re saying, then—that it has shields.”
“Yes, and no. It’s more than simply shields. Shields only ward. The way Kolo talks about it makes it sound like the Temple of the Winds can… I don’t know, like it can think, like it can decide things when it must.”
“Decide things. Like what?”
“When he wrote how everyone was in a panic about the red moon, that was when he said that the team who had sent the Temple of the Winds away had betrayed them.”
“So… what?”
“So I think that the Temple of the Winds made the moon turn red.”
Kahlan watched his eyes, transfixed by the look of conviction in them. “I won’t even ask how such a thing would be possible, but for the moment, let’s just say you’re right. Why would the Temple of the Winds make the moon turn red?”
Richard held her gaze. “As a warning.”
“Of what?”
“The shields in the Keep react by warding. Almost no one can pass through them. I can, because I have the right kind of magic. If someone who wants to do harm has enough magic, and knowledge, they too can get by the shields. What happens, then?”
“Well, nothing. They get through.”
“Exactly. I think the Temple of the Winds can do more. I think it can know if someone has violated its defenses, and send a warning.”
“The red moon,” she whispered.
“It makes sense.”
She put a hand tenderly to his arm. “Richard, you need to get some rest. You can’t infer all this from Kolo’s journal alone. It was just one journal, written a long time ago.”
He yanked his arm away. “I don’t know where else to look! Shota said the wind was hunting me! I don’t need to go to sleep to have nightmares.”
In that instant, Kahlan knew that it wasn’t Shota’s message that was driving him. It was the prophecy down in the pit.
The first part of the prophecy said: On the red moon will come the firestorm.
It was the second part that truly terrified her.
To quench the inferno, he must seek the remedy in the wind. Lightning will find him on that path, for the one in white, his true beloved, will betray him in her blood.
She realized that the prophecy frightened him more than he had admitted.
Someone knocked at the door.
“What!” Richard yelled.
Cara opened the door and poked her head in. “General Kerson would like to see you, Lord Rahl.”
Richard raked his fingers back through his hair. “Send him in, please, Cara.”
Richard put a hand to Kahlan’s shoulder as he stared off toward the window. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You’re right. I need some sleep. Maybe Nadine can give me some of her herbs to put me to sleep. My mind doesn’t seem to want to allow it when I try.”
She would sooner let Shota give him something. Kahlan answered with a tender touch, fearing to test her voice at that moment.
General Kerson, wearing a wide grin, marched into the room. He saluted with a fist over his heart before coming to a halt.
“Lord Rahl. Good morning. And a good morning
it is, thanks to you.”
Richard took a sip of his tea. “Why’s that?”
The general slapped Richard on the shoulder. “The men are all better. The things you ordered—the garlic, blueberries, quench oak tea—it worked. They’re all well again. I’ve got a whole army of bright-eyed men who’re ready and able to do as ordered. I can’t tell you how relieved I am, Lord Rahl.”
“Your smile just did, general. I’m relieved, too.”
“My men are uplifted that their new Lord Rahl is a worker of great magic, able to turn death from their door. Every one of those men would like to buy you an ale and toast your health and long life.”
“It wasn’t magic. It was simply things that… Thank them for the offer, but I… What about the riots? Were there any more last night?”
General Kerson grunted dismissively. “It’s mostly finished. The worry went out of people when the moon returned to normal.”
“Good. That’s good news, general. Thanks for the report.”
The general rubbed a finger along his smooth jaw. “Ah, there was one other thing, Lord Rahl.” He glanced at Kahlan. “If we could talk…” The man let out a sigh. “A… woman was murdered last night.”
“I’m sorry. Was it someone you knew?”