Richard gently stroked Kahlan's hand. "You'll get better. I promise. And wizards always keep their promises."

"Cold," she said. Her teeth were beginning to chatter.

Richard spotted the blanket Dalton Campbell had put on the side and pulled it closer.

The Sword of Truth fell out. He stood staring at it.

'The sword has come home, too, I guess," Cara said.

"I guess it has."