Richard called out but received no answer. He smiled at Kahlan. “I bet I know where he is. Out back on his cloud rock, studying the latest batch of clouds.”

“Cloud rock?” Kahlan asked.

“It’s his favorite place to stand and watch clouds. Don’t ask me why. Ever since I’ve known him, whenever he sees an interesting cloud, he runs out back to watch it while standing on that rock.” Richard had grown up with the rock, and didn’t think the behavior peculiar—it was just part of the old man.

The two of them walked through the tall, wild grasses that surrounded the house and up a rise to the top of a small barren hill, where the cloud rock sat. Zedd was standing on the flat cloud rock with his arched back to them, his spindly arms outstretched and his wavy white hair hanging away from his head as it tilted back in scrutiny.

Zedd was stark naked.

Richard rolled his eyes—Kahlan averted hers. Pale leathery skin draped loosely over a collection of bony projections made him look as frail as a dry stick. Richard knew him to be anything but frail, though. His bottom lacked any padding whatsoever, leaving the skin there to droop.

One scrawny finger rose, pointing skyward. “I knew you were coming, Richard.” His voice was as thin as the rest of him.

The plain, unadorned robes that were his only clothes lay in a heap behind him. Richard bent and picked them up while Kahlan, smiling, turned around to avoid any further embarrassment. “Zedd, we have company. Put on your clothes.”

“Do you know how I knew you were coming?” Still he did not move or turn.

“I would say it has something to do with a cloud that has been following me for the last few days. Here, let me help get this on you.”

Zedd spun around, arms flailing in excitement. “Days! Bags! Richard, that cloud has been following you for three weeks! Ever since your father was killed! I haven’t seen you since George’s death. Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you. I can find a lost bug in a barn easier than I can find you when you get it in your head not to be found!”

“I’ve been busy. Hold your arms up so I can help you put this on.” Richard shoved the robes over Zedd’s outstretched arms and helped pull the folds down the bony body while the old man shrugged his way into the outfit.

“Busy! Too busy to look up once in a while? Bags, Richard, do you know where that cloud is from?” Zedd’s eyes were wide with concern as his forehead wrinkled above his raised brow.

“Don’t curse,” Richard said. “And I would say the cloud is from D’Hara.” Zedd’s arms shot back into the air. “D’Hara! Yes! Very good, my boy! Tell me, what gave it away for you. Was it the texture? The density?” Zedd was becoming ever more excited as he wiggled around in his robe, dissatisfied with the way it twisted.

“Neither. It’s an assumption I make based on independent information. Zedd, as I said before, we have company.”

“Yes, yes, I heard you the first time.” He waved the matter away with his hand. “Independent information, you say.” He drew his forefinger and thumb down his smooth jaw. His hazel eyes lit up. “That’s very good too. Very good, indeed! Did this information also tell you this is bad business? Well yes, of course it did,” he said, in answer to his own question. “Why are you sweating?” He put his twiglike fingers to Richard’s forehead. “You have a fever,” he pronounced. “Did you bring me anything to eat?”

Richard already had an apple at hand—he knew Zedd would be hungry. Zedd was always hungry. The old man bit into the apple with a vengeance.

“Zedd, please listen to me. I’m in trouble, and I need your help.”

Zedd put his scrawny fingers on the top of Richard’s head while he chewed, and with his thumb, lifted an eyelid. Leaning forward, he thrust his sharply featured face close to Richard’s and peered into his eye, then repeated the procedure on the other eye. “I always listen to you, Richard.” He lifted Richard’s arm by the wrist, feeling his pulse. “And I agree, you are in trouble. In three hours, maybe four, no more, you will be unconscious.”

Richard was taken aback—Kahlan looked worried, too. Zedd knew about fevers, among other things, and did not make precise pronouncements like this that ever proved in error. Richard’s legs had felt weak since he awoke with chills, and he knew he was getting worse. “Can you do anything to help?”

“Probably, but it depends on what caused it. Now, stop being rude and introduce me to your girlfriend.”

“Zedd, this is my friend, Kahlan Amnell…”

The old man peered closely into his eyes. “Oh, was I wrong? She is not a girl then?” Zedd cackled. He smiled over the trick as he shuffled to Kahlan, bowed dramatically at the waist, lifted her hand only a little, kissed it lightly, and said, “Zeddicus Zu’l Zorander, humbly at your whim, my dear young lady.” He straightened himself up to have a look at her face. When their eyes met, his smile evaporated and his eyes went wide. His keen features transformed to anger. He released her hand as if he had discovered himself holding a poisonous snake. Zedd spun to Richard.

“What are you doing with this creature!”

Kahlan was calm and impassive. Richard was aghast. “Zedd…”

“Has she touched you?”

“Well, I…” Richard was trying to remember the times she had touched him, when Zedd cut him off again.

“No, of course not. I can see she hasn’t. Richard, do you know what she is?” He turned to her. “She’s a…”

Kahlan gave Zedd a look of such cold danger that it froze him in place.

Richard kept his voice calm, but firm. “I know exactly what she is: she is my friend. A friend who yesterday saved me from getting killed as my father was, and again saved me from being killed by some beast called a gar.” Kahlan’s expression relaxed. The old man stared at her a little longer before turning to Richard. “Zedd, Kahlan is my friend. We are both in a lot of trouble and need to help each other.”

Zedd stood in silence, searching Richard’s eyes. He nodded. “Trouble indeed.”

“Zedd, we need your help. Please?” Kahlan came and stood next to him. “We don’t have much time.” Zedd didn’t look inclined to be any part of it, but Richard went on anyway, watching Zedd’s eyes. “Yesterday, after I found her, she was attacked by a quad. Another will come soon.” He saw what he was looking for—a quick flash of hatred, softening into empathy.

Zedd looked to Kahlan as if seeing her for the first time. They faced each other for a long while. At the mention of the quad the look on Kahlan’s face became one of torment. Zedd came forward and put his spindly arms around her protectively, holding her head to his shoulder. She reached around and embraced him gratefully, burying her face in his robes to conceal her tears. “It’s all right, dear one, you are safe here,” he said softly. “Let’s go down to the house and you can tell me of this trouble, and then we must tend to Richard’s fever.” She nodded against his shoulder.

Kahlan parted from him. “Zeddicus Zu’l Zorander. I have never heard such a name.”

He smiled proudly, his thin lips pushing back his cheeks into deep wrinkles. “I’m sure you haven’t, dear one, I’m sure you haven’t. By the way, can you cook?” He put his arm around her shoulder, holding her tight as he started walking her down the hill. “I’m hungry and haven’t had a suitably cooked meal in years.” He glanced back. “Come along, Richard, while you still can.”

“If you help Richard’s fever, I will make you a big pot of spice soup,” she offered.

“Spice soup!” Zedd swooned. “I haven’t had a proper spice soup in years. Richard is lousy at making it.”

Richard trudged behind, the emotional strain having taken much of his remaining strength. The casual way Zedd was handling the fever scared him. He knew this was his old friend’s way of trying not to frighten him about the seriousness of the matter. He could feel his pulse in his sore hand.