Richard couldn’t begin to imagine what it could all mean— what the machine really was, who had made it, and why it had so long ago been sealed away.
And worse, why it had suddenly awakened from its long slumber.
He supposed that what ever the machine’s purpose had been at one time, it might have fallen into disuse and, being so massive, might have been more trouble than it was worth to dismantle, so it had simply been walled away and forgotten.
Yet, for all he knew, it could just as well be that the machine had been sealed away because it had been a source of trouble. It wouldn’t be the first time that prophecy had caused trouble, and perhaps the machine was no less troublesome for that reason.
But none of that explained why it had come back to life now.
Unable to answer any of those questions for the time being, Richard turned to his grandfather. “So, what have you been able to learn about the nature of this thing?”
Zedd looked somewhat exasperated, maybe even a little sheepish. He glanced at Nathan and Nicci before he answered.
“Nothing, I’m afraid.”
That wasn’t what Richard had been expecting to hear, least of all from Zedd.
“Nothing? Nothing at all? You had to have been able to learn something.”
“I’m afraid not.”
Richard spread his hands in frustration. “But it uses magic. Can’t you at least tell something about the magic it uses?”
“So you say.” Zedd laid a hand on the machine. “We can detect no magic. The machine has been as silent as this grave where it rests. As far as we can tell it’s just an inert collection of gears and levers and wheels and ratchets and shafts. We looked down inside, as best we could, but that told us nothing useful. All the inner workings seem to be made of ordinary metal, even if on a grand scale.”
Richard raked his fingers back through his hair. “Then what made the gears turn when we were down here before?”
Zedd shrugged. “We’ve done everything we can think of to get it to start up, or to react, or to do something to reveal its nature, but it remains silent. We’ve fed in threads of magic, used analysis spells on it, and sent in conjured probes, but they reveal nothing.”
“Maybe that’s just because the palace weakens your power,” Richard suggested.
“Being a Rahl, my power works just fine here within the palace,” Nathan said as he swept his hand out over the machine, “yet my power was of no more use on this thing than Zedd’s was.”
Richard turned to Nicci. She had different abilities than either Zedd or Nathan did. She could wield Subtractive Magic. He hoped that maybe with her unique gift she could sense a hint of magic that Zedd and Nathan couldn’t.
“You must be able to tell something about it.”
She was shaking her head even before he had finished. “It’s as Zedd says. None of us can detect any magic— that includes me. Kahlan told me all about what it did when you first found it. The slot where you found the strips of metal with the symbols on them is empty. It hasn’t made any more since the ones you found.”
Richard heaved a sigh of frustration. “But how does it do all the things it does?”
Nicci unfolded her arms to hold a hand out to the machine. “Does what? It has not turned one gear, or let out one bit of light, since you were down here last. It’s as still and silent as it has been for probably thousands of years.”
“But all those parts down inside were all moving and turning, all lit with some kind of strange orangish light.”
“I saw it too,” Kahlan said. “We’re not both imagining it.”
“We’re not saying you imagined it,” Zedd said as he withdrew his hand from the top of the machine and sighed, “only that we haven’t seen it do any of those things. Unless it comes to life again, we can get no sense of it.”
Richard was actually relieved that the machine had gone silent. It meant that they had one less problem to deal with. They still had the nettlesome issue of prophecy without the machine adding its own.
Richard laid a hand on the flat, iron top.
The instant he touched the machine the ground rumbled with the thunder of the sudden power of all the heavy pieces of machinery inside abruptly thrown into motion.
With a dull thud that shook the ground more sharply, light shot up from the center of the machine, like lightning in the darkness, projecting the symbol up onto the ceiling, the same symbol they had seen the last time, the same symbol that was on the side of the machine and in the book Regula. As massive gears inside turned, so did the emblem written in lines of light on the ceiling.
Zedd and Nathan raced to the machine and bent to look down through the window.
Zedd pointed, speaking over the roar and clatter of all the huge gears turning against one another. “Look down there. It’s moving a strip of metal through the mechanism, just as Richard described it.”
Nicci placed the flats of her hands on the machine, apparently trying to sense its power.
She immediately jumped back with a gasp of pain.
“It’s shielded,” she said, comforting the ache in her elbows and shoulders.
Zedd gingerly touched one hand to the machine, to test it, but more lightly than Nicci had done. He, too, had to yank his hand back. He shook it as if he had touched fire.
“Bags, she’s right.”
“There,” Nathan said, pointing down at the window, careful not to touch the machine. “The strip of metal is moving through t
hat bright beam of light.”
Everyone waited silently as Nathan and Zedd peered down through the window. Richard could see lines of light, parts of emblems, play across their features.
The metal strip dropped into the slot.
Richard grabbed Zedd’s wrist. “Careful, it will be hot.”
Zedd licked his fingers and then plucked the metal strip from the slot and quickly tossed it on top of the machine.
Richard could clearly see the fresh emblems that had been burned into the metal. Wisps of smoke still rose from them. With a finger he pushed the strip around to better see the designs.
“Any idea what it says?” Nathan asked.
Richard nodded as he took in the collection of symbols. “Yes, it says ‘Pawn takes queen.’”
“Like before,” Kahlan said.
“I’m afraid—”
“Look,” Nicci said, pointing down into the window. “It’s making another.”
As soon as it dropped into the slot, Richard snatched it up and quickly flipped the hot metal onto the flat iron top of the machine.
He blinked at what he saw.
As he stared, Kahlan put a hand on his arm. “Richard, what’s wrong?”
“What’s the matter?” Zedd asked. “What does it say?”
Richard finally looked up from the strip to his grandfather, and then the others.
“What it says doesn’t leave this room. Understand?”
CHAPTER 42
The door carefully opened a crack in response to his soft knock.
“Abbot.” She pulled the heavy, ornately carved door open the rest of the way. “I’m so glad you could come.”
Ludwig removed his rimless hat and bowed his head respectfully. “How could I resist an invitation from the most beautiful queen in the palace?”
Her demure smile took the edge off her air of authority. It was exaggerated flattery and she recognized it as such. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help appreciating it.