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n't　pay；　I'll　personally　have　the　head　of　the　man　responsible　and　I　will　put　it　on　a　pike　on　the　front　lawn　of　my　brother's　house！〃
　
　Bill　nodded　and　laughed　over　the　sound　of　the　rain。　Richard　pulled　back　on　the　reins　to　keep　his　horse　in　place　as　it　danced　about；　eager　to　go。　He　pointed　down　at　the　unconscious　man　in　the　mud。　He　was　furious。
　
　〃The　only　reason　I　didn't　kill　this　man　is　because　he　killed　a　man　worse　than　himself；　and　in　so　doing　may　have　unwittingly　saved　Kahlan's　life。　But　he　is　guilty　of　murder；　intent　to　murder；　and　intent　to　rape。　I　suggest　you　hang　him　before　he　wakes。〃
　
　Bill　looked　up　at　him　with　hard　eyes。　〃Done。〃
　
　〃Don't　forget　what　I　said　about　the　boundary。　Trouble　es。　Take　care　with　yourself。〃
　
　Bill　held　Richard's　eyes　as　he　put　his　hairy　arm　around　his　son's　shoulders。　〃We　won't　forget。〃　A　slight　smile　curled　the　corners　of　his　mouth。　〃Long　life　to　the　Seeker。〃　'
　
　Richard　looked　down　at　him　in　surprise　and　then　grinned。　Smiling　quenched　some　of　the　fire　of　his　rage。　〃When　I　first　saw　you；〃　Richard　said；　〃my　thought　was　that　you　were　not　a　devious　man。　I　find　I　was　mistaken。〃
　
　Richard　and　Kahlan　pulled　their　hoods　up　and　urged　their　horses　on　into　the　dark　rain；　toward　the　bone　woman。
　
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　The　rain　had　quickly　drowned　the　lights　from　Southaven　and　left　the　travelers　to　grope　their　way　through　the　blackness。　Chase's　horses　had　carefully　picked　their　way　down　the　trail；　trained　by　the　wardens　for　this　kind　of　duty；　they　were　fortable　in　the　adverse　conditions。　Dawn　had　struggled　interminably　at　bringing　light　to　the　new　day。　Even　after　Richard　knew　the　sun　was　up；　the　world　still　hung　in　half…light　between　night　and　day；　a　ghost　of　morning。　The　rain　had　helped　to　cool　his　hot　rage。
　
　Richard　and　Kahlan　knew　that　the　last　member　of　the　quad　was　loose　somewhere；　and　they　watched　every　movement　as　a　potential　threat。　They　knew　that；　sooner　or　later；　he　would　e　at　them。　The　uncertainty　of　when　ate　at　their　concentration。　Worry　over　what　Bill　had　said；　that　Zedd　and　Chase　wouldn't　last　long；　gnawed　at　his　spirit。　If　this　woman；　Adie；　couldn't　help；　he　didn't　know　what　he　would　do。　If　she　couldn't　help；　his　two　friends　would　die。　He　couldn't　imagine　a　world　without　Zedd。　A　world　without　his　tricks　and　help　and　fort　would　be　a　dead　world。　He　realized　that　he　was　getting　a　lump　in　his　throat　thinking　about　it。　Zedd　would　tell　him　not　to　worry　about　what　might　be；　but　to　worry　about　what　was。
　
　But　what　was　seemed　almost　as　bad。　His　father　had　been　murdered。　Darken　Rahl　was　close　to　obtaining　all　the　boxes。　Richard's　two　oldest　friends　were　near　death。　He　was　alone　with　a　woman　he　cared　about；　but　wasn't　supposed　to　care　about。　She　still　kept　her　secrets　closed　to　him；　locked　away。
　
　He　could　tell　she　fought　a　constant　battle　over　it　in　her　mind。　Sometimes　when　he　felt　he　was　getting　closer　to　her；　he　saw　pain　and　fear　in　her　eyes。　Soon　they　would　be　in　the　Midlands；　where　people　knew　what　she　was。　He　wanted　her　to　be　the　one　to　tell　him；　he　didn't　want　to　learn　it　from　someone　he　didn't　know。　If　she　didn't　tell　him　soon；　he　would　have　to　ask　her。　Against　his　nature　or　not；　he　would　have　to。
　
　So　deep　was　he　in　thought；　he　hadn't　realized　they　had　been　on　the　trail　for　over　four　hours。　The　forest　was　drinking　in　the　rain。　Trees　loomed　dark　and　huddled　in　the　mist；　the　moss　on　their　trunks　was　vibrant　and　lush。　It　stood　out　on　the　bark　of　trees；　and　in　round　humps　on　the　ground；　green　and　spongy。　The　lichen　on　the　rocks　shone　bright　yellow　and　rust　in　the　damp。　In　some　places　water　ran　down　the　trail；　turning　it　into　a　temporary　creek。　The　poles　of　Zedd's　litter　splashed　through　it；　going　over　rocks　and　roots；　rocking　the　old　man's　head　from　side　to　side　on　the　rougher　sections。　His　feet　rode　inches　from　water　when　they　crossed　runoff　streams。
　
　Richard　smelled　the　sweetness　of　wood　smoke　in　the　stillness。　Birch　wood。　He　realized　that　the　area　they　were　entering　had　changed　somehow。　It　looked　the　same　as　it　had　for　hours；　yet　it　was　different。　Rain　floated　down　in　quiet　reverence　for　the　forest。　The　whole　place　felt　somehow　sacred。　He　felt　like　an　intruder；　disturbing　the　peace　of　timeless　ages。。　He　wanted　to　say　something　to　Kahlan；　but　it　seemed　as　if　talking　would　be　a　sacrilege。　He　understood　why　the　men　from　the　inn　wouldn't　e　up　here；　their　foul　presence　would　be　a　violation。
　
　They　came　to　a　house　that　so　blended　with　its　surroundings；　it　was　almost　invisible　next　to　the　trail。　A　wisp　of　wood　smoke　curled　from　its　chimney；　up　into　the　misty　air。　The　logs　of　the　walls　were　weathered　and　ancient；　matching　the　color　of　the　Surrounding　trees；　with　nothing　other　than　the　ground　it　sat　upon　disturbed。　The　house　seemed　to　be　growing　from　the　forest　floor；　with　trees　towering　around　it　protectively。　The　roof　was　covered　in　a　mass　of　ferns。　A　smaller；　slanted　roof　covered　a　door　and　a　porch　large　enough　for　only　two　or　three　people　to　stand　on　at　once。　There　was　a　square；　four…paned　window　in　the　front；　and　another　on　the　side　of　the　house　Richard　could　see。　None　had　curtains。
　
　In　front　of　the　old　house；　a　patch　of　ferns　bowed　and　nodded　when　water　from　the　trees　dripped　onto　them。　Mist　turned　their　distinctive　dusty　pale　green　bright　in　the　wetness。　A　narrow　path　slipped　through　their　midst。
　
　In　the　center　of　the　ferns；　in　the　center　of　the　path；　stood　a　tall　woman；　taller　than　Kahlan；　not　as　tall　as　Richard。　She　wore　a　simple　tan　robe　of　a　coarse　weave；　with　red　and　yellow　symbols　and　decorations　at　the　neck。　Her　hair　was　fine　and　straight；　a　mix　of　black　and　gray；　parted　in　the　middle；　chopped　square　with　her　strong　jaw。　Age　had　not　stolen　the　handsome　features　of　her　weathered　face。　She　leaned　on　a　crutch。　She　had　but　one　foot。　Richard　brought　the　horses　to　a　slow　halt　in　front　of　her。
　
　The　woman's　eyes　were　pletely　white。
　
　〃I　be　Adie。　Who　be　you？〃　Adie's　voice　had　a　harsh；　throaty；　raspy　quality　that　sent　a　shiver　up　Richard's　spine。
　
　〃Four　friends；〃　Richard　said　in　a　respectful　tone。　Light　rain　fell　in　a　hushed；　soft　patter。　He　waited。
　
　Fine　wrinkles　covered　her　face。　She　took　the　crutch　from　under　her　arm　and　folded　both　thin　hands　over　the　top；　lending　her　weight　to　it。　Adie's　thin　lips　pulled　tighter　in　a　slight　smile。
　
　〃One　friend；〃　she　rasped。　〃Three　dangerous　people。　T　decide　if　they　be　friends。〃　She　nodded　slightly　to　herself。
　
　Richard　and　Kahlan　stole　a　sidelong　glance　at　each　other。　His　guard　went　up。　He　felt　somehow　unfortable　sitting　on　the　horse；　as　if　talking　down　to　her　suggested　disrespect。　He　dismounted；　Kahlan　following　his　lead。　With　his　horse's　reins　in　his　hand；　he　moved　to　stand　in　front　of　the　animal；　Kahlan　next　to　him。
　
　〃I　am　Richard　Cypher。　This　is　my　friend；　Kahlan　Amnell。〃
　
　The　woman　studied　his　face　with　her　white　eyes。　He　had　no　idea　if　she　could　see；　but　he　didn't　know　how　it　could　be　possible。　She　turned　to　Kahlan。　The　woman's　raspy　voice　spoke　a　few　words　to　Kahlan　in　a　language　he　couldn't　understand。　Kahlan's　eyes　held　the　old　woman's；　and　she　gave　Adie　a　slight　bow　of　her　head。
　
　It　had　been　a　greeting。　A　greeting　of　deference。　Richard　hadn't　recognized　the　words　Kahlan　or　Amnell　anywhere　in　it。　The　fine　hairs　on　the　back　of　his　neck　stiffened。
　
　Kahlan　had　been　addressed　by　title。
　
　He　had　been　around　Kahlan　long　enough　to　know　that　by　the　way　she　was　standing；　with　her　back　straight　and　her　head　held　assertively　up；　she　was　on　guard。　Serious　guard。　If　she　had　been　a　cat；　her　back　would　be　arched；　her　fur　standing　on　end。　The　two　women　faced　each　other；　age　had　been　dismissed　for　the　moment　by　each。　They　measured　each　other　on　qualities　he　couldn't　see。　This　was　a　woman　who　could　bring　them　to　harm；　and　he　knew　the　sword　wasn't　going　to　protect　him。
　
　Adie　turned　back　to　Richard。　〃Put　words　to　your　need；　Richard　Cypher。〃
　
　〃We　need　your　help。〃
　
　Adie's　head　bobbed。　〃True。〃
　
　〃Our　two　friends　are　hurt。　One；　Dell　Brandstone；　told　me　he　is　your　friend。〃
　
　〃True；〃　Adie　said　again　in　her　raspy　voice。
　
　〃Another　man；　in　Southaven；　told　us　you　may　be　able　to　help　them。　In　return　for　your　help；　we　brought　you　supplies。　We　thought　it　would　be　fair　to　offer　you　something。〃
　
　Adie　leaned　closer。　〃Lie！〃　She　thumped　her　crutch　once　on　the　ground。　Richard　and　Kahlan　both　jerked　back　a　little。
　
　Richard　didn't　know　what　to　say。　Adie　waited。　〃It's　true。　The　supplies　are　right　here。〃　He　turned　a　little；　indicating　Chase's　horse。　〃We　thought　it　would　be　fair　。　。　。〃
　
　〃Lie！〃　She　thumped　her　crutch　once　again。
　
　Richard　folded　his　arms；　his　temper　rising。　His　friends　were　dying　while　he　played　games　with　this　woman。　〃What　is　a　lie？〃
　
　〃　‘We'　be　a　lie。〃　She　thumped　her　crutch　again。　〃You　be　the　one　who　thought　to　offer　supplies。　You　be　the　one　who　decided　to　bring　them。　Not　you　and　Kahlan。　You。　‘We'　be　a　lie。　‘I'　be　the　truth。〃
　
　Richard　unfolded　his　arms；　holding　them　out　to　his　sides。　〃What　difference　does　that　make？　‘I；'　‘we；'　what　does　it　matter？〃
　
　She　stared　at　him。　〃One　be　true；　one　be　a　lie。　How　much　more　difference　could　there　be？〃
　
　Richard　folded　his　arms　across　his　che