Warheart: Sword of Truth: The Conclusion (Sword of Truth 15)

“Are you serious?” Chase asked in a low voice.

Richard gestured back to the alcove. “That’s most likely why the people back in that time sealed the catacombs. Sulachan could raise most of those dead, or at least the ones still mostly intact. They probably had to seal the catacombs to protect themselves.”

“The reanimated dead are extremely difficult to stop,” Nicci put in. “You need to be aware that magic is of little use against them.”

“Because of the occult powers used to bring them back to life?” Rachel guessed.

Nicci smiled at her quick mind grasping the problem. “That’s right.”

“Surely a sword would cut them down,” Chase said, his voice echoing as they all followed Richard into a passageway made of granite blocks.

“If only it were so,” Richard told him. “About the only way to bring them down is with my sword or fire.”

Chase gestured with a fist. “But surely enough men could–”

Richard was shaking his head. “Even what you would think would be overwhelming numbers of soldiers of the First File can’t stop them. They aren’t really alive, so regular weapons can’t kill them. They are already dead. It’s the occult power driving these corpses that gives them such great strength. I’ve seen these walking dead with a collection of swords broken off in their chests and it doesn’t even slow them down.”

Richard cast a meaningful look over at Chase as they turned down a hallway paneled with figured mahogany. “Even the heart hounds were easier to stop.”

Chase grunted his discontent.

“Anyway, Sulachan is determined to finish what he started so long ago. The time he spent in the underworld was meaningless to him, except that he used that time to manipulate events and gather underworld minions. He and his army of half people and walking dead are pouring across D’Hara right now on their way to take the People’s Palace. That will only be the beginning.

“He has with him a powerful wizard, Hannis Arc, who also possesses occult powers. There is no telling how many people they are killing along the way. I have to get to the palace and stop them before they can take it.”

“Oh,” Chase said in a sarcastic tone, “well, now I see. That doesn’t sound like it should be too awfully difficult.”

“There is a lot more to it,” Richard told them.

“Like what?” Verna asked.

“It involves the power of Orden.” Richard gestured ahead. “The sliph isn’t far. We need to be on our way.”

Verna spread her arms in frustration. “Even if everything you say is true, how can you hope to stop such powerful men that the wizards back in that time–with all their considerable knowledge and power–weren’t able to handle?”

Richard cast her a look and waited until her gaze turned to his. “By ending prophecy.”

Verna harrumphed. “Out of the rain and into the lake.”

“Ahh,” Chase said, “well then, that sounds simple enough. I’m glad then that you have it all under control.”

Despite everything, Richard couldn’t help smiling. He brought them all to a stop in a circular area where several hallways branched off. One of them, he remembered, would lead through shields and then directly to the tower room.

Richard cleared his throat. “Verna, before we go, I have to give you an important message–from Warren.”

Verna’s scowl melted. She blinked. “What do you mean … from Warren?”

Richard looked down at the floor as he stuffed his hands in his back pockets. “Warren wants you to know that he loves you, and will love you for all eternity, and that he is at peace.”

“How would you be able to know such a thing? How could you have such a message from him?” Verna swallowed, her eyes brimming with tears. “Warren is dead.”

Richard nodded. “I was dead, too…” He flicked a hand uncomfortably. “… for a while. That was when I saw him.”

Verna’s brow bunched together as she tried to comprehend what he was saying. “You were dead? What are you talking about?”

“I had been murdered,” Kahlan explained, trying to help him and hurry the explanation along, “and while I was dead–”

“While you were dead!” Verna asked incredulously.

“Yes. I was dead. Nicci healed my body here in this world, then she stopped Richard’s heart so that his spirit could cross the veil. He went to the underworld and sent me back to the world of life. We thought we had lost him forever.”

Verna, a look of horror on her face, rounded on Nicci. “You stopped Richard’s heart? You killed him? For five hundred years before he was born it had been known that he is our only hope, and you stopped his heart? What would possess you to do such a thing?”

Nicci shrugged. “He told me to do it.”

Verna blinked. “And so you killed him because he told you to? Knowing that prophecy names him as the pebble in the pond, knowing that he is our only hope?”

Nicci looked uncomfortable. “Well, yes. He wanted to die, and I knew he would do it by his own hand if I didn’t help him. So I stopped his heart.” Nicci scratched her temple as her gaze fell away under the scrutiny of the woman now looking very much the part of the prelate. “If you would have been there, you would have understood.”

Verna faltered, trying unsuccessfully several times to start another question. She finally turned back to Richard.

“How can you be alive, now, if you were dead?”

“Well, death isn’t what it used to be.” He realized how flippant that sounded, even though he hadn’t intended it to be. “That’s part of the problem we’re working on.”

“How could you come back to life?” she pressed. “How is such a thing possible?”

Richard cleared his throat as his gaze descended to the floor. “Cara gave her life as a bridge for me to cross back over and return to my body in the world of life.”

“But she has a life now with Ben and–”

“Ben was killed protecting us from the half people.”

Verna blinked at the tears brimming again in her eyes. “And when you were dead, you saw Warren?”

Richard nodded, offering her a small smile. “He wanted you to know that he loves you and that he is at peace so you shouldn’t worry for his spirit.”

Verna looked away as she laid a hand over her heart for a moment. “Dear Creator, I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything anymore. The world seems to be unraveling.”

Richard gently grasped her shoulder. “It is. That’s why I need to hurry. I have to stop it from unraveling.”

CHAPTER

49

With Kahlan at his side, Richard led Nicci, the two Mord-Sith, Verna, Chase, and Rachel through a wide hallway that would take them to the round tower room. The plastered walls helped brighten the passageway. There were occasional tables holding a small statue or vase placed along the wall. They passed a variety of rooms to the sides, some small libraries or casual reading rooms with comfortable-looking chairs and others that were dark and hid their contents.

Both Cassia and Vale chewed mouthfuls of cold roast venison as they casually glanced around along the way, taking in the sights, slowing a little when their attention was snagged by a tapestry or painting. They never seemed surprised or astounded by anything they saw, including a shallow display case holding strange, framelike items made out of carved bones that Richard knew to be objects invested with magic. Even though Mord-Sith didn’t especially like anything to do with magic, they did like to look at it all. He supposed that having originally come from the People’s Palace, where Darken Rahl once ruled, they didn’t find Keep nearly as impressive, but there were many strange and unexpected things about the Keep that they apparently liked looking at. They gazed at the art on their way by and noticed the strangely patterned marble floors they walked across.

Along the short journey they had passed through a number of shields. Chase was apparently used to having someone gifted helping him get through the shields. Richard wasn’t

, because in the past his gift had enabled him to pass through any of them by himself, even ones requiring Subtractive Magic that few others could pass through. Now, with his gift not working, they had to skirt some of the strongest shields protecting dangerous magic and Nicci had to help him get through the rest.

Kahlan had been able to glide through most of them, as she had been doing since she was little and wandered the halls of the Keep on her own. But this was a place, guarded by powerful shields, that she had never seen when she had been a young Confessor in training. Powerful shields that she couldn’t get through had kept her out. Richard knew that it was by design. There were dangerous objects of magic that could hurt the innocent or the unsuspecting, so the shields protected those areas. Nicci had to help her pass through those shields.

“Do you want any more?” Verna asked, holding out a wrapped piece of venison to Richard and Kahlan.