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

“A few days,” Nathan told him.

“Don’t tell me,” Nicci said, “that was about the time the walls down in the crypts started to melt.”

Nathan inclined his head toward her. “You even needed to ask?”

Nicci’s face contorted with displeasure as she considered what they might do.

“Fortunately,” Nathan said, “the great door down below is closed and the bridge is up. There is no way for them to get in here. I have heard people here say that the People’s Palace has survived long sieges before and it can survive this one.”

“I don’t believe that for a moment,” Richard said. “Someone who engineered his return from the world of the dead and managed to come through the veil to get into the world of life will certainly be able to find a way to get in here.”

“Well I don’t know how,” Nathan insisted.

“Neither do I, but have no doubt he will. We need to start figuring out how we are going to defend ourselves inside the palace once they get in. If we can halt them at some key choke points, and then use wizard’s fire, it might be possible to keep them at bay, and even reduce their numbers.”

Nathan took a rather long, worried look out of the crenellation. “You should know, Richard, that this is the first time they have been quiet. For days they’ve been down there hooting and hollering, screaming for our blood, taunting us day and night, promising to eat us all. It’s strange the way they’ve gone silent all of a sudden.”

“Not strange at all,” Richard said. “They went silent because I’m here. They know I’m up here right now.”

Nathan looked dubious. “You came through the sliph and you haven’t shown yourself. How would they know you’re here?”

“Sulachan would know,” Richard said.

“How?”

Richard ignored the question as he met the old wizard’s gaze. “Do you know anything about the Cerulean scrolls?”

Nathan frowned. “That’s an odd question to ask right now.”

“Do you?” Richard pressed.

Nathan drew his fingers and thumb down his chin as he stared off in thought. “Well,” he finally said, “several hundred years ago there was one at the Palace of the Prophets. None of the Sisters had the slightest idea how to read it. At the time, neither did I.”

“Do you know what it was about?”

Nathan squinted one eye as he searched his memory. “Like I said, I couldn’t read it, but I remember some of the Sisters, the ones who told me it was a Cerulean scroll, referred to it as the Warheart scroll.”

“If they couldn’t read it, then how do they know it was called the Warheart scroll?”

Nathan shrugged. “I don’t know, Richard. I don’t even know where it came from.”

Richard let out a sigh. “And I suppose that it disappeared and no one knew what ever happened to it.”

“As a matter of fact, I believe it was traded for a number of rare books of prophecy.”

If the situation hadn’t been so serious, Richard might have laughed out loud. “That figures.”

“Why?” Nathan asked.

“I’ve read the Warheart scroll. I was just wondering if you had seen any others like it, here at the palace.”

Nathan leaned in with surprise. “You found it and you read it? What was it about?”

“It was about me,” Richard said as he stretched up looking over rooftops. He pointed. “That’s the glass roof of the Garden of Life.”

Nathan looked back over his shoulder at where Richard had pointed. “Yes, what of it?”

“I need to go there. Right now. I need to go see Regula.”

Kahlan came away from the wall, seized his shirt at the shoulder, and pulled him around toward her. “We can go see the omen machine later. Right now we need to get you to the containment field so that Nicci can get that poison out of you.”

“Besides,” Nicci pointed out, “to understand the omen machine and how it works you would first need to go to the Temple of the Winds to recover the other half of the book, Regula–the half that tells how Regula works.”

Richard looked back at Nicci. “That book hidden away in the Temple of the Winds is a false lead, much like The Book of Counted Shadows was a decoy. It’s a fake meant to protect Regula. I don’t even need to see it to tell you it’s full of misinformation.”

“Without seeing it?” Nicci looked incredulous. “How can you possibly say that?”

“Zedd taught me that a lot of powerful magic is protected by such misleading information. Such stories send people off track looking for supposedly authentic information. Even if they do find it, it’s actually a fake like The Book of Counted Shadows, just meant to mislead people and prevent them from knowing how something really works.”

Nathan lifted his arms. “But how can you know that is the case with this book, Regula? The half we have reveals that the other half, hidden in the Temple of the Winds, fills in the parts we don’t understand. How would you know that it doesn’t really reveal how Regula works?”

Richard waited patiently until the old wizard was done. “Because I already know how it works.”

Nathan’s arms came down. “How could you know such a thing?”

“Because I’ve read the Warheart scroll.”

Nathan stammered, looking like he had so many questions he didn’t know where to start.

“We need to go,” Richard told everyone before Nathan could put voice to all his questions. “I need to get to the omen machine.”

Kahlan snatched his sleeve again. “No you don’t, Richard. First we go to the containment field. I can see in your eyes how much worse that poison has gotten, and how sick you are. I remember what it was like and how it grows. The poison is advancing and you can’t afford to waste any more time. Against all odds, we’ve finally made it here. Now that we’re here we are going to the containment field and have Nicci heal you before we do anything else. If you’re right and Sulachan’s forces do get in, we all need you well so that you can fight.”

“You’re right,” Richard said with a sigh. “But Regula is on the way. I just need to stop there first to see that it’s safe and nothing has happened to it, and then we will go right to the containment field. All right?”

Kahlan folded her arms as she peered at him from under her brow for a moment. Finally her arms came unfolded and she shook her head as she was overcome with a smile.

“All right, Richard. We’ll stop on our way if it will make you happy.”

CHAPTER

52

At the bottom of the wedge-shaped, circular stairs, the proximity spheres around the excavated, dead-still room beneath the Garden of Life began to glow. The ancient room made of simple stone blocks had been discovered only when its roof collapsed. It was simple and without any decorations, and they had at first thought it was an abandoned storage room of some kind. There were no doors, and there was no way in except down the narrow shaft of spiral stone stairs.

The first time he had seen the room, it reminded Richard of a crypt of some sort that had been sealed and forgotten. In some ways that was exactly what it was, but it was actually much more than that.

Sitting in the center of the plain room was the imposing, square omen machine. The shielded, heavy metal that housed the power of Regula was decoration enough. Each side of the machine had an emblem in the language of Creation, identifying it, almost as a ward to keep everyone away. Around the edges of the room in neat stacks against the walls were thousands of blank metal strips that when fed through the omen machine allowed it to give prophecy directly.

At one time, the machine must have been used for that purpose. By the supply of blank metal strips, it must have once been in heavy use. Richard wondered how many of the books of prophecy, especially those in the People’s Palace, originated with Regula.

Even if books of prophecy were not directly transcribed from the machine, and even if prophecy was not given directly by the machine, Regula was the conduit bringing prophecy into the world of life. Even if it was buried and no longer used to give prophecy directly, it was still in the world of life generating prophecy through the gifted. Even if it had been sent from the underworld to protect it, its presence still constituted a breach between worlds that, much like the poison of death in him, was slowly working toward the extinction of life.

Richard checked the output tray to see if the omen machine had issued any prophecies in his absence. The slot was empty.

Richard leaned over, placing both hands on the cool metal of the machine’s flat top. At his touch, the ground shook with a hard thud as the machine came to life.

He now knew that the apparatus itself was not really Regula. Regula was an underworld power and there was no such mechanical mechanism in the world of the dead. The machine itself was something that had been built by ancient wizards called makers.