Zedd was frowning. “I don’t know. Some kind of … darkness.” He suddenly looked up at her. “It’s the same thing I felt the last time I tried to heal her.”
Nicci nodded. She was pleased that the wizard recognized it. It would make what they had to do easier.
“That’s the touch of death that a Hedge Maid carries.”
Cara looked suddenly more than alarmed. “You mean to say that they have death in them— that they’re going to die?”
“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Nicci said. “They were touched not only by the Hedge Maid’s occult conjuring, but more importantly by her scream, touched by death itself.”
“But you can heal them,” Cara said.
It was not a question, but Nicci treated it as such. “I’m pretty sure that I can, now that the Hedge Maid is dead and has no connection to them.” She took a deep breath. “Richard must have cut the leather strips sewing the Hedge Maid’s mouth shut. Fortunately, he was smart enough to plug his and Kahlan’s ears, first. It didn’t stop the sound from getting in, death from getting in, but it blunted it.”
“So they were touched by death from the Hedge Maid,” Zedd said. “And that’s what I’m feeling in her?”
Nicci finally nodded. “I’m afraid so.”
“But you can heal them,” Zedd said, sounding a lot like Cara had.
“I think so,” she said. “I was a Sister of the Dark. This is the kind of thing I know about. But I can’t do it here. I need to do it in a containment field.”
“The Garden of Life,” Cara said at once. “That’s a containment field.”
Nicci smiled at Cara and then signaled to Benjamin. The wagon started moving with a jolt. “That’s why I want to get them back there as soon as possible. Zedd and I can keep them alive for a while, and heal their wounds, but we need to get them back to the Garden of Life to fully heal them, to get the touch of death out of them.” She gestured up at Henrik, on the seat by the soldier driving the wagon. “He was touched by the Hedge Maid’s powers and will need to be healed as well, but it’s not as serious with him. He did not hear death’s call.”
The line of cavalry brought their horses in protectively around the wagon as it rolled through the gloom among the towering trees. The steel gray clouds were so low they stole through the treetops, as if escorting the intruders away from the Dark Lands.
Having thought it over, Cara still didn’t look satisfied. “Why can’t you heal them now,” she wanted to know. “Why do you have to wait until you get back to the Garden of Life?”
“They have been touched by death. We need a containment field to shield them while we do what we need to do. We need to heal them, but to do so we must also remove that touch of death that is lodged within them. If we try to do that here, that touch of death will call the Keeper of the dead to them, and they will die. So, we must wait until we can do it in a containment field, in the Garden of Life.”
“Oh,” Cara said. “I guess that makes sense.”
“The omen machine is in that containment field as well,” Zedd reminded her.
“Do you have a better idea?” Nicci asked him.
“I guess not,” Zedd grumbled unhappily.
“That machine saved their lives,” Nicci said. “Remember the last thing it said to Richard? ‘Your only chance is to let the truth escape.’ The machine told Richard how to destroy a Hedge Maid. I didn’t even know to do that. Richard figured it out.”
Zedd’s bushy brows drew down. “You really think so?”
Nicci smiled down at the two of them lying unconscious in the wagon. “Why do you think he plugged their ears?”
A slow smile overcame the old man. “The boy got it right.” His frown returned in a rush. “Why do you suppose the machine told him that— saved his life?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Nicci asked.
“Obvious?”
As they walked along on each side of the wagon, Nicci gave the wizard a sidelong glance. “The machine needs him.”
“Needs him,” Zedd repeated unhappily.
“To fulfill its purpose,” Nicci said.
“I remember,” he grumbled again. “What ever its purpose is,” he added under his breath.
Nicci laid a hand on Richard’s chest as she walked along beside the wagon, releasing a comforting trickle of sustaining Additive Magic into him, letting him know that he was not alone with the whisper of death inside him. On the other side of the wagon, Zedd did the same for Kahlan.
Nicci felt Richard take a deeper breath. He knew she was there. Even if he couldn’t answer, somewhere deep down inside, he knew.
Nicci dared to allow herself to let go of her panic. They were both finally safe. It had been a frightening journey. Knowing where Richard had been headed, Nicci hadn’t expected to ever see him alive again. At least for now, they were in good hands, and they would recover once they were back at the palace and she and Zedd and Nathan could heal them properly.
Nicci was so relieved that she had no words to fully express it. She was also angry at Richard for going after a Hedge Maid. She had warned him. She had told him how dangerous they were. She had told him to stay away from Hedge Maids. But he had gone anyway.
Nicci supposed that he had no choice. He had to go after Kahlan. Who else but Richard would walk into a Hedge Maid’s lair to save the woman he loved.
Who else but Richard.
“They look cute lying there together,” Cara said as she gazed down at them over the edge of the wagon.
The Mord-Sith’s face suddenly went red. “You won’t tell them I said that.” Again, it was not a question.
Nicci smiled; for the first time in many days, she really smiled.
“Not a word of it,” she said.
“Good,” Cara muttered. She looked up toward the head of the line of soldiers. “General, would you get this column moving a bit faster. We have to get them back to the palace!”
Benjamin looked back over his shoulder with a smile and gave his wife a salute of a fist to his heart; then he urged his horse to pick up the pace.
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