“Why do you live up there? Why not build down among the fields and then you wouldn’t have to climb up and down this treacherous trail all the time?” He wondered if she knew what the name meant.ğew people still alive understood Highĝ’Haran. “What is this place?” Richard asked in a whisper.Įster looked back over her shoulder. In the weak yellow light of the lanterns carried by some of those ahead, he could see that the rock underfoot had been smoothed by people treading across it to ascend the cliff wall for what had to be thousands of years. Where there were no natural footholds, the rock looked to have been laboriously cut away to create a trail. He had thought that maybe they had ladders going up to the inhabited caves, or even an interior passage, but it appeared that the only way up was along the path made up of natural crags and ledges of the rock face. Richard recalled, then, the touch he had felt-the touch of a healing begun, but not finished.Set back in a tangle of scrub, it would have been easy to miss, had he not seen people ahead beginning to climb upward.
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To his astonishment, he found only a few swollen ripples in her skin where the long wound had been nearly healed. He was worried not only about the severity of the terrible wound, but how much blood she had lost. He slid his hand through the long slit in her shirt, feeling where Jit’s familiars had slashed open Kahlan’s abdomen to bleed her and collect her blood for the Hedge Maid to drink. The Hedge Maid had been drinking Kahlan’s blood. The thought of that vile creature and what she had been doing to Kahlan again awakened Richard’s anger. Her clothes were soaked in blood from the ordeal with the Hedge Maid. He laid a hand on her, aching with fear over her condition. Richard saw that Kahlan was still unconscious, but breathing. The men steadied him when he staggered to the wagon. Once up, Richard insisted on going to Kahlan. Several men, relieved to hear that she was finally ready to leave, rushed in to help Richard to his feet. We have to get out of here before those who did this come back.” “Yes, Lord Rahl,” she said absently, as if no longer listening as she pressed at wounds, checking their depth.Įster motioned to some of the other men behind her. Now we have to get you both back to safety.” Richard’s concern eased at hearing that it was Henrik who had told them exactly who he and Kahlan were. You are the ones we came looking for,” the man said. His gaze glided over the ornately wrought gold and silver scabbard before taking in the word TRUTH made of gold wire woven through the silver wire wrapping the hilt. The other man spotted the sword and picked it up from the ground. “I don’t think that we can do anything for her here,” he said. “Is she the Mother Confessor?” one of the men called back as he checked on her.
With a quick gesture from the woman, two of the men hurried to the wagon. “Help my wife? I fear that she is hurt worse.” “Please,” Richard said as he gestured with his other arm toward the wagon. “You need these wounds sewn closed and treated with poultice or they will be infected by morning,” she told Richard. “Almost done,” she said as she quickly appraised some of his more obvious injuries. “We shouldn’t be out here any longer,” one of the men in back quietly cautioned, trying to hurry the woman. More than that, though, he was worried about getting help for Kahlan.
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