Severed Souls(182)
Everyone stared in silent horror.
“There must be some hope,” Nicci finally said in a weak voice. “Richard would want us to have hope.”
Kahlan felt empty. The world of life was dead to her.
“Hope? Hannis Arc and Emperor Sulachan are headed for the People’s Palace. Sulachan wants to break the world of life. He wants to loose the world of the dead on all of us.
“The only one named in prophecy who had a chance to stop that was Richard. Prophecy has named Richard every step of the way, in everything he did, as the pebble in the pond, as the only one who had a chance to set things right.
“Prophecy says that the only hope to stop this threat from the third kingdom being set free on us all is for Richard to end prophecy. He is the only one with a chance.
“Now, he is dead. We have no hope without Richard. In a way, since there was so much prophecy involving him, since he was so tightly woven into so much of prophecy, since he was fuer grissa ost drauka, that means that with him dead, prophecy, too, has ended. It died with Richard. After all, what can it say about him now that he is gone? He was the one, and now he is gone.
“In a very real way, by dying Richard has ended prophecy.
“There is no one else who can stop evil from darkening the world. Time and hope has run out for life.
“To tell you the truth, I can’t think of a reason to care.”
“Kahlan,” Nicci said in a comforting manner, “Richard wouldn’t let that happen. The people of D’Hara need him. Richard would return from the dead to protect them. He is the Lord Rahl. He is bonded to them and they to him. He would come back from the world of the dead to protect them.”
Kahlan swallowed back the grief, trying to hold back the tears by trying to maintain a Confessor face.
“I understand the sentiment, Nicci, and the words are very noble—they really are—but they are just words. It takes more than wishes and words. You know in your heart as well as I do that there is no way for him to return, that he is gone.”
Kahlan thought that maybe she should be the one unwilling to accept the reality of Richard’s death, that she should be the one saying that he would return and hoping against hope for some miracle to come out of thin air.
But she was a Confessor, and as a Confessor Kahlan’s entire life had been devoted to truth. She couldn’t deny the truth because it was painful.
Even in this, she could not deny truth.
Cassia rolled her Agiel in her fingers. “Mother Confessor, I was without hope. I found my way back.”
Kahlan gestured to the woman’s Agiel. “And does your Agiel work, now that Dreier is dead and Richard is … gone?”
“No,” Cassia said with a sad smile. “But is it so bad that I don’t feel the pain? At least for a time?”
“I guess not,” Kahlan said as she put a consoling hand on the woman’s shoulder. “But not feeling the pain means that Richard is gone, and the bond to the Lord Rahl is dissolved. I guess, though, that not feeling the pain of that link is a small consolation.”
She knew that, for her, the pain had only just begun.
“What about Lord Rahl’s sword?” the commander asked. “I mean, do we leave it with him, when we … prepare his funeral pyre?”
Kahlan knew what she had to do. “No. With Zedd gone, and Richard gone, the sword now falls to me. Bring it to me.”
He silently tapped his fist to his heart.
Talking about it, having to face the reality, was crushing her soul. Kahlan felt faint with the grief twisting in on her. Her knees almost buckled. Nicci caught her arm and helped her over to a window where she hurriedly unlatched it and swung it open.
“I think you need a little fresh air,” the sorceress said.
The thought of Richard lying dead and all alone back in that room was making Kahlan feel hot and dizzy. She couldn’t get the image out of her mind. She couldn’t think of anything else. Richard seemed so alive, and yet, her mind could bring forth only the image of his worldly form lying lifeless on the bed as his severed soul was being carried down into eternal darkness. Even though part of her could think of him only as alive, he was already receding back into the realm of memories.
Kahlan wanted to scream, to cry, to turn things back to the way they had been. For some reason, she couldn’t cry. She thought she might pass out instead. Her hands shook. Her whole body trembled.
“Kahlan,” Nicci said in urgent, but soft, compassion, “you need some air. Breathe. Come on, take a deep breath. It will do you good.”
Kahlan leaned on her hands on the stone sill, breathing in the cooler air. She felt a tear roll down her cheek and drip off her jaw.