Richard laid an arm gently around her shoulders, revealing a similar sentiment without using the words.
Berdine turned over more pages in the book, finally stopping at a place that was blank. "A number of the books seem to have text missing, like this place, here."
"Prophecy," Nicci said. "It's part of the Chainfire spell that the Sisters of the Dark used on Richard's wife. The spell also eliminated prophecy related to her existence."
Berdine considered Nicci's words. "That certainly is going to make it all more difficult. It takes away a lot of information that might be useful. Verna had mentioned that there was copy missing from the books of prophecy, but she didn't know the reason."
Nicci glanced around at the shelves. "Show me all the books you know of with text missing."
Richard wondered why Nicci looked so suspicious.
Berdine opened several of the glass doors and pulled out volumes, handing them each in turn to Nicci. Nicci scanned them briefly, then dismissively set them on the table. "Prophecy," she pronounced yet again as she tossed the last one Berdine handed her on the pile.
"What are you getting at?" Richard asked.
Instead of answering him, she looked at Berdine. "Any more with missing text?"
Berdine nodded. "There is one more."
She glanced briefly at Richard, then pushed a row of books out of her way. At the back of a shelf she drew a panel aside. A small section of the wall opened to reveal a gilded niche with a small book sitting on a dark green velvet pillow with a golden fringe. The leather cover looked to once have been red, but was now so faded and worn that the bits of faint color only hinted at its past glory. It was a delicately beautiful book, intriguing partly because of its small size, and partly because of the ornate decorative leatherwork.
"I used to help Lord Rahl—I mean Darken Rahl—work on translations of books in High D'Haran," Berdine explained. "This room was one of the places he would study his private books—that's how I knew where to find the key and about this secret compartment in the back of the bookcase. I really thought it might be something useful."
"And was it?" Richard asked.
"I thought it would be, but I'm afraid not. It, too, is missing text. Except, unlike those other books, this one isn't just missing some of the text here and there, or missing whole sections. Instead, this book is missing every single word. It's completely empty."
"It's missing every word?" Nicci asked suspiciously. "Let me see it."
Berdine handed the little book over to Nicci. "It's completely blank, I'm telling you. See for yourself. It's useless."
Nicci opened the ancient, worn leather cover and scanned the first page. Her finger followed along as if she were reading. She flipped the page and studied the next, then did the same thing yet again.
"Dear spirits," she whispered as she appeared to read.
"What is it?" Richard asked.
Berdine stretched up on her tiptoes and peeked over the top of the book. "It can't be anything. See—it's blank."
"No, it's not," Nicci murmured as she read. "This is a book of magic." She looked up. "It only appears blank to those without the gift. And, in the case of this particular work, even they must possess the gift in sufficient strength to be able to read this. This is a profoundly important volume."
Berdine wrinkled her nose. "What?"
"Books of magic are dangerous, some exceedingly dangerous. Some, such as this one, are beyond even that." Nicci waggled the book at the Mord-Sith. "This one is far more than profoundly dangerous.
"As a form of protection such books are usually shielded in some way. If they are considered dangerous enough, then they are protected with spells that make the text vanish from a person's mind so quickly that they don't recall seeing it. It makes them think the pages are blank. A person without the gift simply can't hold the words of a book of magic in their mind. You actually do see the words in this book, but you forget seeing them so fast that you aren't cognizant that there was anything on the pages—the words vanish from your mind before you actually perceive them.
"That particular spell is, in part, the basis for the concept of the Chainfire spell. The wizards in ancient times—who often used such spells to protect dangerous books they wrote—began to wonder if such a thing could be done with a person, in effect making them vanish, just as the words in some books of magic can seem to vanish."
Nicci gestured vaguely as her attention drifted back to the book. "Of course, when a soul is involved it complicates the whole matter beyond words."
Richard had long ago learned that he had been able to memorize The Book of Counted Shadows only because he was gifted. Zedd had told him that if he hadn't had the gift, he wouldn't have been able to hold the words in his mind long enough to have remembered a single one.
"So, what is this book about?" he asked.
Nicci finally pulled her gaze away from the pages and looked up. "This is a book of magic instruction."
"I know, you said that already," he said, patiently. "Instruction for what?"
Nicci checked the page again, and swallowed as she again gazed into his eyes. "I think this is the original instruction book for putting the boxes of Orden in play."
Richard felt goose bumps, yet again, tingle up his arms and legs.
He gently lifted the book from Nicci's hands. Sure enough, it was not blank at all. Every page was packed with small written words, diagrams, charts, and formulas.
"This is in High D'Haran." He looked up at Nicci. "You mean to say you can read High D'Haran?"
"Of course."
Richard shared a look with Berdine.
He could see immediately that the book was profoundly complex. He had learned High D'Haran, but this book was something only on the brink of his understanding.
"This is far more technical than the High D'Haran I'm used to reading," he said as he scanned the pages.
Nicci leaned close and pointed to a place on the page he was staring at. "This here is all reference material to formulas needed in incantations. You have to know the formulas and spells to really understand it."
Richard looked up into her blue eyes. "And do you?"
She twisted her mouth as she frowned at the page. "I don't know. I'd have to study it at length to know if I can be of any help in translating it."
Berdine again stretched up on her tiptoes and peered into the book, as if checking to see if maybe the words might now appear to her. "Why can't you tell right away? I mean, either you can read and understand it, or you can't."
Nicci raked the fingers of one hand back through her blond hair as she took a deep breath. "It's not that simple with books of magic. It's kind of like doing complex mathematical equations. You may know the numbers and at first think you know what it's about, that you can work the equation, but if you then discover unknown symbols buried in the equation—symbols that refer to things unfamiliar to you—then the entire equation is pretty much unworkable. Just knowing some of the numbers isn't enough. You have to know what every element means, or at least how to find the value or quantity it represents.
"This is much the same, although I'm simplifying it so that you can understand my point. In this there are not just symbols, but obsolete references to spells, making it all the more difficult to understand. Being in High D'Haran makes it worse yet because over time High D'Haran words and their meaning have changed. Added to that, this text is an ancient, argot form."
Richard gripped her arm, drawing her attention. "Nicci, this is important; do you think you can manage to do it?"
She looked hesitantly at the book. "It will take some time before I can translate enough to be able to tell you if I have a chance of being successful."
Richard took the book out of her hands, closed it, and handed it back to her. "Then you'd better take it with you. When we have more time you can study it and sec if you can figure it out."
She frowned suspiciously. "Why? What are you thinking?"
"Nicci, don't you see? Th
is could be our answer. If you can translate it, understand it, then what's in here might provide us with a way to counter, reverse, or dismantle what Sister Ulicia did. With this, maybe we can take the boxes of Orden back out of play."
Nicci gently rubbed her thumb over the cover of the little book. "That sounds like it makes sense, Richard, but knowing how to do something doesn't mean that you can undo it."
"Kind of like trying to get yourself unpregnant?" Cara asked.
Nicci smiled. "Something like that."
Cara's unexpected analogy threw Richard's mind back to Kahlan, and when she had been pregnant. A gang of men had caught her alone and beaten her nearly to death. She lost her and Richard's child. Her pregnancy ended before he'd even known about it.
The memory of seeing Kahlan so grievously hurt nearly buckled his knees. He had to force the ghastly thoughts back into the blackness from where they'd come.
Nicci's brow twitched with a frown, apparently at seeing the anguish in his face. He ignored her unspoken worry for him.
"I don't need to remind you how important this is," he said.
She held him in her gaze for a long moment, as if wanting to tell him that it was impossible, but desperately not wanting to say no to him. She finally pressed her lips tight and nodded.
"I'll do my best, Richard."
Her expression suddenly brightened. She flipped to the end of the book and hurriedly turned back the last page. She stood absorbed for a moment as she scrutinized the final page.
"This is interesting," she murmured. :
"What?" Richard asked.
Nicci looked up from the middle of what she was reading. "Well, at the end of some books of magic, as a precaution against unauthorized use, they will occasionally have some final step that's essential but not included. If so, then, even if the boxes are already in play, we might be able to interrupt the series of specific actions required. Do you see what I mean? Sometimes, if the book is dangerous enough, it won't be complete in and of itself, but will require something else to complete it."
"Something else? Like what?"
"I don't know. That's what I'm checking." She held up a finger. "Let me read just a little of this part…"
After a moment she looked up as she tapped the page. "Yes, I was right. This warns that to use this book, the key must be used. Otherwise, without the key, everything that has come before will not only be sterile, but fatal. It says that within one full year the key must complete what has been wrought with this book."
"Key," Richard repeated in a flat tone.
He glanced to Berdine.
" 'They will tremble in fear at what they have done and cast the shadow of the key among the bones,'" she quoted from Yanklee's Yarns. "You think that could be the key this book is talking about?"
Something stirred in the dark fringes of his consciousness.
With a lightning-swift spark of comprehension, Richard understood.
His whole body flashed icy cold. His arms and legs went numb.
"Dear spirits…" he whispered.
Nicci frowned at him. "Richard, what's wrong. You've gone as pale as chalk."
Richard had trouble making his voice work. Finally, he heard himself say "I've got to get back to Zedd."
Nicci reached out and laid a hand on his arm. "What's wrong?"
"I think I know what the key is."
Richard began to pant as his heart pounded out of control. Everything he knew was turning upside down and all the pieces were coming apart. It felt like he couldn't get his breath.
They will tremble in fear at what they have done and cast the shadow of the key among the bones.
"Well, what do you think—"
"I'll explain when we get there. We have to go—now."
Worried, Nicci slipped the book into a pocket in the black skirt of her dress. "I'll do my best, Richard. I'll figure this out—I promise."
He nodded absently as his mind raced to try to fit all the pieces back together. He felt as if he were only watching himself begin to move.
He seized Berdine by the arm. "Baraccus had a secret place—a library. I need you to try to find out where it was."
Berdine nodded at his urgency. "All right, Lord Rahl. I'll see what I can learn. I'll do my best."
She glanced down at the white knuckles on his hand gripping her arm. Richard realized that he must be hurting her and let go.
"Thank you, Berdine. I know I can count on you." The others were all staring at him. "I've got to get back to Zedd. I've got to talk to him right away. I've got to know where he got it."
"Got what?" Nicci pressed a hand to his chest, stopping him before he went through the door. "Richard, what's so important that—"
"Look, I'll explain it when we get back there," he said, cutting her off. "Right now I need to think this through."
Nicci shared a troubled look with Cara. "All right, Richard. Calm down. We'll be back to the Keep soon enough."
He snatched a fistful of Cara's red leather outfit and pushed her through the doorway ahead of him. "Get us back to the sliph—the shortest route."
All business, now, Cara spun her Agiel up into her fist. "Come on, then."
He turned back to Berdine, trotting backward after Cara. "I need you to find out everything you possibly can about Baraccus. Everything!"
Berdine raced along just ahead of Nicci. "I will, Lord Rahl."
He pointed back at her. "Verna will be here soon. Tell her that I said I need her to help you. Have her Sisters help you, too. Go through every book in the entire palace if you have to, but find out everything you can about Baraccus—where he was born, where he grew up, what he liked, what he didn't. He was First Wizard, so there should be information of some kind. I want to know who cut his hair, who made his clothes, what his favorite color was. Everything, no matter how trivial you think it is. While you're at it, see if you can find out anything more about what the half-wits from Yanklee's Yarns did."
"Don't worry, Lord Rahl, if there is any information to be had, I will have it. I'll figure it out and have an answer when you return."
Richard snatched Nicci's hand to make sure she kept up and then turned toward Cara. "Hurry."
Berdine, Agiel in her fist, ran after them, guarding the rear. Richard was only dimly aware of the flashes of light off polished armor and weapons, and the jangle of gear, as the soldiers took up the chase as if the Keeper himself were after the Lord Rahl.
As his mind raced as fast as his feet, Richard resolved that he had better go to Caska first.
The more he considered that idea, and as pieces of the puzzle started fitting together, he reconsidered the idea. With the sliph, he could travel swiftly back to Caska from the Keep.
It was more urgent that he get to Zedd.
As they ran through the labyrinth of halls, rooms, and passageways, Richard heard the distant toll of the bell, calling people to the devotion to the Lord Rahl.
He wondered if they would all soon be kneeling before the Keeper of the underworld, and saying their devotions to him.
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CHAPTER 30
Six abruptly stood. Without a word she took three long strides to the wall of the cave that held Violet's expansive drawing. The woman carefully pressed her bony hands against the chalk symbols that Violet had drawn there days before. Those symbols had suddenly begun to glow, the yellow chalk glowing with yellow light, the red chalk with red light, and the blue with blue light. The eerie illumination from the flaring colors shimmered over the walls of the cave the way light reflected off rippling water.
Rachel glanced over at Violet, sitting on a squat, purple-tufted stool she'd had Rachel carry in for her days before. The bored queen picked with her fingernail at flaking stone on the wall behind her. Rachel had come to think of Violet as the queen of the cave, since that was where they spent more and more of their time.
Violet didn't like sitting on rock when she wasn't drawing. A filthy old rock, she'd said, was more than good enough for Rac
hel, but not for a queen. Six hadn't cared at all about the stool. She appeared to always have more consequential matters on her mind than cushions for sitting. Violet, though, got tired of waiting while Six thought about those consequential matters, and so she'd had Rachel lug the heavy stool to the cave.
Now, the queen of the cave, under the flickering light of torches and glowing symbols, sat upon her tufted purple throne waiting for her advisor to advise her as to what needed to be done next.
"He comes," Six hissed. "Again he comes through the void."
It was clear to Rachel that the woman wasn't really talking to Violet, but to herself. The queen might as well not have been there.
Violet glanced up. She didn't look inclined to bother to stand unless Six told her that it was necessary that she do more drawings, but it was clear that her interest had been roused. This was, after all what she wanted and the whole reason she bothered to go to all the work of making such complex drawings down in a dank and dingy cave when she could just as well be trying on dresses and jewels or attending grand feasts where guests fawned over the young queen.
Six seemed in a world of her own as her hands glided over the drawing. She put the side of her face against the stone and at the same time reached an arm back.
"Come, my child."
A scowl creased Violet's round features. "You mean, 'my queen.'"
Six either didn't hear her, or didn't care to correct herself. "Hurry. It is time to begin the links."
Violet stood. "Now? It's long past dinnertime. I'm starving."
Six, stroking her cheek against the chalk drawing of Richard like a cat rubbing the side of its face against a person's legs, didn't seem at all interested in dinner.
She rolled her long fingers, beckoning Violet. "It must be now. Hurry. We must not waste such a rare opportunity. Such links as we need will take time and there is no telling how much time we may have."
"Well then why didn't we begin earlier, when there—"