"Nasty place."

Richard nodded. "You've no idea."

"We will care for the Mother Confessor as well as anyone can."

"Do you have barrels, Edwin?"

The man frowned. "Yes, down in the cellar."

"Fill them with water. Collect food now. In a few days the water and anything growing may not be safe."

"Why would that be?"

Richard ground his teeth. "Jagang is coming here for food. I'm going to give him a bellyache, at least."

"Richard," Du Chaillu said in a soft voice, meeting his gaze. "I'm not sure… do you want to see her before you go?"

Richard steeled himself. "Yes. Please."

Richard galloped his horse the whole way back to the encampment. He could get a fresh horse there, so he didn't spare the poor animal. It looked.to him as he rode in that Captain Meiffert had the troops at a high state of alert. Sentries were doubled, and posted farther out than usual. They had no doubt heard from the Baka Tau Mana that there had been trouble.

Richard hoped the man wouldn't ask about Kahlan. He didn't think he could hold himself together if he had to tell him about her, if he had to describe the sight of her in that bed.

Even knowing it was her, Richard had hardly recognized her.

It was a sight beyond horror. It broke his heart. He had never felt so alone in the world, nor known such anguish.

Instead of falling to pieces, Richard struggled to put his mind to the task at hand. He had to put Kahlan out of his mind, if he was to help her. He knew that was impossible, but he tried to keep his thoughts on Joseph Ander and what must be done.

He needed to be able to heal her. He would do anything to remedy her suffering. Thankfully, she wasn't conscious.

Richard thought he knew what Joseph Ander had done, but he didn't have the slightest idea of what he might do to counter it. He figured he had several days until he got there to think about it.

Richard still had the Subtractive side of his power. He had used that before and understood a little about it. Nathan, a prophet and Richard's ancestor, had once told him that his gift was different from that of other wizards because he was a war wizard. Richard's power worked through need. And, it was invoked by anger.

Richard had a powerful need, now.

He had enough anger for ten wizards.

The thought hit him-that was part of the way Joseph Ander described what he did. He created what he needed. Richard wished he knew how this insight might help him.

Captain Meiffert clapped a hand to the leather over his heart as Richard leaped off his horse.

"Captain, I need a fresh horse. In fact, I had better have three. I have to go." Richard pressed his fingers to his forehead, trying to think. "I want you to get these men packed up, and as soon as all the rest come in from watching the vote, I want you out of here."

"Where are we going, Lord Rahl, if I might ask?"

"You and your men are going back to General Reibisch. I won't be going with you."

The captain followed Richard as he went to gather up his and Kahlan's things. As Captain Meiffert followed, he issued orders to several of his men, calling for fresh horses for Lord Rahl, along with supplies. Richard told one of the soldiers he wanted their best mounts for a long hard ride. The man ran off to see to the task.

The captain waited outside as Richard went into the tent to pack. He began gathering their things. When he picked up Kahlan's white Mother Confessor dress, his hands began trembling, and he fell to his knees, overcome with grief.

Alone in the tent, he prayed, begging the good spirits as never before to help him. He promised them anything they wanted in return. Recalling that the only thing he knew he could do was to banish the chimes so he might heal Kahlan, he set about finishing as quickly as he could.

Outside, the horses were waiting. It was just getting light. "Captain, I want you and your men to get back to General Reibisch as soon as you can."

"And the Dominie Dirtch? With the reports of the special Ander guard units, I think we may have trouble. Will we be safe going past the Dominie Dirtch?"

"No. From the reports, I would suspect the guard troops to be Imperial Order men. I would also expect them to take the Dominie Dirtch in order to keep Reibisch at bay.

"From this moment on, you are to consider yourself in enemy, territory. Your orders are to escape. If anyone tries to stop you, kill them and keep going.

"If the Order, as I suspect, takes the Dominie Dirtch, we can use the one weakness they will have-they will be spread too thin to resist you in force.

"Assume Imperial Order troops will be manning the Dominie Dirtch. Concentrate your force into a cavalry charge and punch through their line. Because they have control of the Dominie Dirtch, they probably won't offer much resistance, thinking they can kill you once you go past."

The man was looking worried. "Then… you think you will have the stone weapons down by then, Lord Rahl? You will counter their magic?"

"I hope to. But I may not. Just in case, I want you and all your men to plug your ears and your horses' ears with wax and cotton, or cloth. Plug them tight so you can't hear until you're over the horizon."

"You mean that will protect us?"

"Yes."

Richard thought he understood the way the Dominie Dirtch worked. Du Chaillu had told them that when she drowned, she heard the chimes of death. Joseph Ander would have needed a way to control and focus the killing power of the chimes. He gave them the answer in what he had created.

"The Dominie Dirtch are bells. They would be bells for a reason: to be heard. If you can't hear them, then you won't be harmed."

The captain cleared his throat. "Lord Rahl, I don't mean to question your knowledge of things of magic, but can a weapon of that much destructive power be defeated so easily?"

"It was done before, I believe. I think the Haken people who once invaded must have figured it out, too, and in so doing were able to get past."

"But, Lord Rahl-"

"Captain, I'm the magic against magic. Trust me. It will work. I trust you to be die steel, trust me with the magic."

"Yes, Lord Rahl."

"Once past, head for General Reibisch. This is important. Tell him I want him to pull back."

"What? Now that you have the way past the Dominie Dirtch, you don't want him to use it?"

"The Dominie Dirtch are going to be destroyed. I can't leave them for Jagang to hide behind, but I don't want our forces to come down here. Jagang is also coming here for food for his army. I hope to spoil some of that food.

"Tell the general my orders are for him to protect the routes up into the Midlands. Out here on the plains he doesn't stand a chance against the Order's numbers. He will have a better chance keeping Jagang from advancing into the rest of the Midlands if our forces fight our way, not Jagang's."

"Yes, sir. Wise advice."

"It should be, it's General Reibisch's advice. I hope, too, to reduce the Order's numbers. Tell him to use his discretion."

"What about you, Lord Rahl? Where is he to find you?"

"You tell him to worry about his men, not me. I'm… not sure where I'll be.-Reibisch knows what to do. That's why they made him a general. He would know better than I what to do about soldiering."

"Yes, sir. The general is a good man."

Richard held up a finger for emphasis. "This is important. I want you to follow this order, and I want Reibisch to follow it.

"The people of Anderith have made their choice. I don't want a single one of our men lifting a weapon to help them. I don't want any of our men to have to shed blood for these people. Understand? Not one!"

The color left the captain's face. He backed away a half step.

"Not. One. Drop. Of. Our: Blood," Richard said.

"Yes, sir. I will tell the general your exact words."