"But why would people eat meat, then, if he was like that?" Jennsen asked.

"Most of the time, he wasn't. Vendors sold meat at the palace and he usually paid it no mind. Sometimes he would shake his head in disgust, or call them cruel, but usually he didn't even take notice of it."

Friedrich was nodding. "That was the thing about the man-you never knew what he was going to do. He might smile at a person, or have them tortured to death. You never knew."

Cara stared into the low flames of the fire before her. "There was no way to reason out how he would react to anything." Her voice took on a quiet, haunted quality. "A lot of people simply decided that it was only a matter of time until he killed them, too, and so they lived their lives as the condemned would, waiting for the axe to fall, taking no pleasure in life or the thought of their future."

Tom nodded his grim agreement with Cara's assessment of life in D'Hara as he fed a crook of driftwood into the fire.

"Is that what you did, Cara?" Jennsen asked.

Cara looked up and scowled. "I am Mord-Sith. Mord-Sith are always ready to embrace death. We do not wish to die old and toothless."

Owen, nibbling his dried biscuit as if out of obligation to eat since the rest of them were, was clearly shaken by the story. "I can't imagine life with such savagery as all of you must live. Was this Darken Rahl related to you, Lord Rahl?" Owen suddenly seemed to think he might have made a mistake, and rushed to amend his question. "He has the same name… so I thought, well, I just thought-but I didn't mean to imply that I thought you were like him…."

Stepping down from the wagon, Richard handed Owen his full wa-terskins.

"He was my father."

"I didn't mean anything by the question. I would never intentionally cast aspersions on a man's father, especially a man who-"

"I killed him," Richard said.

Richard didn't feel like elaborating. He recoiled from the very thought of going into the whole dreadful tale.

Owen gaped around as if he were a fawn surrounded by wolves.

"He was a monster," Cara said, appearing to feel the need to rise to Richard's defense. "Now the people of D'Hara have a chance to look forward to a future of living their lives as they wish."

Richard sat down beside Kahlan. "At least they will if they can be free of the Imperial Order."

Head down, Owen nibbled on his biscuit as he watched the others.

When no one else spoke, Kahlan did. "Why don't you tell us your reasons for coming here, Owen."

Richard recognized her tone as that of the Mother Confessor asking a polite question meant to put a frightened petitioner at ease.

He dipped his head respectfully. "Yes, Mother Confessor."

"You know her, too?" Richard asked.

Owen nodded. "Yes, Lord Rahl."

"How?"

The man's gaze shifted from Richard to Kahlan and back again.

"Word of you and the Mother Confessor has spread everywhere. Word of the way you freed the people of Altur'Rang from the oppression of the Imperial Order is known far and wide. Those who want freedom know that you are the one who gives it."

Richard frowned. "What do you mean, I'm the one who gives it?"

"Well, before, the Imperial Order ruled. They are brutal-forgive me, they are misguided and don't know any better. That is why their rule is so brutal. Perhaps it isn't their fault. It is not for me to say." Owen looked away as he tried to come up with words while apparently seeing his own visions of what the Imperial Order had done to convince him of their brutality. "Then you came and gave people freedom-just as you did in Altur'Rang."

Richard wiped a hand across his face. He needed to translate the book, he needed to find out what was behind the thing Cara had touched and the black-tipped races following them, he needed to get back to Victor and those who were engaged in the revolt against the Order, he was past due to meet Nicci, and he needed to deal with his headaches. At least, maybe Nicci could help with that much of it.

"Owen, I don't 'give' people freedom."

"Yes, Lord Rahl."

Owen evidently took Richard's words as something he dared not argue with, but his eyes clearly said that he didn't believe it.

"Owen, what do you mean when you say that you think I give people freedom?"

Owen took a tiny bite of his biscuit as he glanced around at the others. He squirmed his shoulders in a self-conscious shrug. Finally, he cleared his throat.

"Well, you, you do what the Imperial Order does-you kill people." He waved his biscuit awkwardly, as if it were a sword, stabbing the air. "You kill those who enslave people, and then you give the people who were enslaved their freedom so that peace can return."

Richard took a deep breath. He wasn't sure if Owen meant it the way it came out, or if it was just that he was having difficulty explaining himself in front of people who made him nervous.

"That's not exactly the way it is," Richard said.

"But that's why you came down here. Everyone knows it. You came down here to the Old World to give people freedom."

Elbows on his knees, Richard leaned forward rubbing his palms together as he thought about how much he wanted to explain. He felt a wave of calmness when Kahlan draped a gentle, comforting hand over the back of his shoulder. He didn't want to go into the horror of how he had been taken prisoner and taken from Kahlan, thinking he would never see her again.

Richard put the whole weight of emotion over that long ordeal aside and took another approach. "Owen, I'm from up in the New World-"

"Yes, I know," Owen said as he nodded. "And you came here to free people from-"

"No. That's not the truth of it. We lived in the New World. We were once at peace, apparently much like your people were. Emperor Ja-gang-"

"The dream walker."

"Yes, Emperor Jagang, the dream walker, sent his armies to conquer the New World, to enslave our people-"

"My people, too."

Richard nodded. "I understand. I know what a horror that is. His soldiers are rampaging up through the New World, murdering, enslaving our people."

Owen turned his watery gaze off into the darkness as he nodded. "My people, too."

"We tried to fight back," Kahlan told him. "But there are too many.

Their army is far too vast for us to drive them out of our land."

Owen nibbled his biscuit again, not meeting her gaze. "My people are terrified of the men of the Order-may the Creator forgive their misguided ways."

"May they scream in agony for all eternity in the darkest shadow of the Keeper of the underworld," Cara said in merciless correction.

Owen stared slack-jawed at such a curse spoken aloud.

"We couldn't fight them like that-simply drive them back to the Old World," Richard said, bringing Owen's gaze back to him as he went on with the story. "So I'm down here, in Jagang's homeland, helping people who hunger to be free to cast off the shackles of the Order. While he's away conquering our land, he has left his own homeland open to those who hunger for freedom. With Jagang and his armies away, that gives us a chance to strike at Jagang's soft underbelly, to do him meaningful harm.

"I'm doing this because it's the only way we can fight back against the Imperial Order-our only means to succeed. If I weaken his foundation, his source of men and support, then he will have to withdraw his army from our land and return south to defend his own.

"Tyranny cannot endure forever. By its very nature it rots everything it rules, including itself. But that can take lifetimes. I'm trying to accelerate that process so that I and those I love can be free in our lifetimes-free to live our own lives. If enough people rise up against the Imperial Order's rule, it may even loosen Jagang's grip on power and bring him and the Order down.