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

Kahlan pointed at her ear. “No, because you plugged our ears with wads of cloth. And even though it didn’t kill us right away, it wasn’t good enough and so it poisoned us.”

Richard smiled as he clasped his hands. “Yes, rather poor choice, but all I had available at the time. This time I knew better. I used wax to plug my ears.”

Kahlan turned away, shaking her head, muttering about how dangerous and risky that was.

“No, no, no,” Nicci said, finally able to frame her objection. “Not so fast. It’s not that easy. You can’t just scream and have that touch of death come out. It’s not that simple.”

“Well of course not,” Richard said. “That’s why I had to use my gift.”

Nicci threw up her hand, looking away for a moment. She turned back, leaning toward him. “Your gift didn’t work! The touch of death blocked it from working!”

“Ah, I see why you’re getting confused,” Richard said, tilting his head back. “That was before.”

“Before what?”

“Before I fixed my gift so it would work to do what I needed.”

Nathan, Nicci, and Kahlan were all staring openly at him.

Nicci calmed her voice. “Explain, please, Wizard Rahl, how you ‘fixed’ your gift, and what you did to make it work the way you wanted.”

“Well, I used to think it was hard,” he said. “But it’s not. Not really. Well, in this world, sure, but not there.”

“There?” Nathan swished a finger, looking like he was lost.

“In the underworld. You see, when I went there to send Kahlan back to the world of life, I removed that taint of death from her and left it there. In the underworld I had all the time I needed. Once I did it while I was there, I saw how easy it is to do if you are in the underworld. It’s kind of like when you’re in water. It’s easier to lift things in water because they seem to weigh less.”

“Your gift?” Nicci prompted, steering him back on subject.

“Well I knew how to take the poison out while there, so I did that, and then I did a similar thing with my gift.”

Nathan looked more than a little concerned. “What do you mean? Do you mean to say you removed your gift when you were there?”

Richard scratched his head as he tried to think of how to explain it. “Well, do you know how you can tie your boots without having to think about it, or watch? That’s kind of what it’s like there, in the underworld. Certain things just seem easier for me to do there. So, what I did, was to take out the poison, but hold on to it, and then take out all of my gift–”

Nathan was incredulous. “Take out your gift?”

“Well, to an extent. I kind of gathered it up because I wanted to concentrate it in one spot. It’s connected to your spirit by all these threadlike structures.… Some were broken or attached in the wrong place, so while I was at it I fixed those.… Anyway, I took it partially out, gathered it all together, and then placed it in one concentrated place to amplify its power. After that, I put the poison back in right on top of my gift and reconnected the threads of the gift that the poison had broken so that my gift would be able to respond when I called on it and then it could force all the poison out of me in a scream.”

Nathan lifted a hand as he half turned away. “Oh, I see. You’re right, that was pretty simple.”

Richard turned more serious, wanting them to know the important part they didn’t know.

“I ended prophecy.”

Nathan spun around. “What?”

Nicci held a hand out, touching Nathan’s arm to implore him to let her handle it. She knew about the Cerulean scrolls and Nathan didn’t.

“Tell us what happened, Richard. Straight answers this time, please. This is nothing to fool around with.”

Richard nodded. “You’re right. We know from the Cerulean scrolls that Regula is an underworld power. It’s not supposed to be here in the world of life any more than Sulachan. I talked to Regula and it understood. It didn’t like being here in this world where it doesn’t belong. In a way, I guess you could say it was homesick. So, I killed it, which is actually what it wanted because that sent it back to where it belonged.

“I exposed the boxes of Orden, keyed to the sword, to the call of death, in order to link Orden into both worlds being pulled together in the spectral fold, along with the other elements that were releasing at the same time, in order to allow the power of Orden to complete the spectral fold that had been initiated by me using the sword previously, and by using the other side–death–which had been pulled into this world with Regula.

“You might say I brought both the worlds of life and death together for an instant so they could realign properly. Death took Regula back into the world of the dead, and with it prophecy. Regula, which is the power of prophecy, is now locked in the world of the dead and with it prophecy, which therefore means prophecy died. Prophecy in this world is ended. With the spectral fold complete, and the Twilight Count ended, it can’t come back into the world of life any more than the dead can come back to life. At least from here on out. The time when that could happen is over. The phase change is over. Sulachan can’t ever come back.”

Nicci held her temples between her fingers on one side and thumb on the other. “Thank you, Richard, for not telling Kahlan and me all of this before you left.”

Richard made a face. “Really?”

“Yes, because I would have killed you and then Kahlan would be a widow again, and she didn’t like it the first time.”

Richard saw Kahlan smile.

“Lord Rahl knew that you would be angry with him when we left, but he had it all under control right from the beginning,” Cassia said.

“He did, did he?” Kahlan asked.

Cassia nodded earnestly. “He said that he would just ask for forgiveness later.”

Nathan laughed out loud. His laughter was infectious and Kahlan couldn’t keep herself from laughing with him.

Nicci rolled her eyes. “You did good, Richard. Really. I wish I could have taught you to do half of those things. One day you will have to teach me.”

“I promise,” Richard said with a smile.

Richard spotted people moving out of the way for someone running. At first it was hard to see because of all the people

crowded into the hall, but then his level of concern rose when he caught a flash of red leather.

Soldiers stepped back out of the way for a Mord-Sith running at full speed. She didn’t even bother looking at all the soldiers, she simply expected them to get out of her way.

The Mord-Sith raced up and leaped onto Richard, throwing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. The impact staggered him back a step.

“Lord Rahl! Lord Rahl!” She squeezed the breath out of him. “I heard you were back in the palace, but I was defending some people and couldn’t come until now. I’m so happy to see you. I’m so happy that you and the Mother Confessor are back. I’ve missed you something fierce.”

Richard hugged her and patted her back as he grinned. “I’ve missed you, too, Berdine.”

While her eyes were bright blue, Berdine’s wavy hair was brown rather than blond. She was shorter and curvier than most of the other Mord-Sith. She was full of bubbly enthusiasm. Even so, she was no less deadly than any of the other Mord-Sith.

She still had her legs locked around his waist with her ankles hooked together. “Lord Rahl, I’ve found some books of prophecy that I think you would want to see.”

“We’re going to have to talk about the books of prophecy.”

Berdine flicked her Agiel up into her hand. “It works again. Did you fix it?”

Richard gave her a lopsided smile. “I fixed it.”

She patted his chest. “You are a good Lord Rahl.”

She turned to Kahlan. “I’m so happy to see you back, Mother Confessor. We’ve all missed you.”

“Nice to see you, too, Berdine.” Kahlan gestured at Berdine’s legs around Richard. “Leave some for me, will you?”

Berdine giggled and hopped down.

Vika leaned closer. “Lord Rahl, do you allow Mord-Sith to … hug you?”

Berdine grinned up at the taller woman. “No, just me. I’m his favorite.”

“We don’t have favorites,” Kahlan said. “We love you all the same.”