Richard was not going to like it if it did indeed turn out to be a statue of him beneath the gathering gloom.

He already didn't like it one bit that the second warning beacon was meant for him. It bound him to a responsibility, a duty, he neither wanted nor could accomplish.

He had no idea how to restore the seal on Bandakar. Zedd had once created boundaries that were probably similar to the one that had been down here in the Old World, but even Zedd had used constructed magic he had found in the Keep. Such constructed spells had been created by ancient wizards with vast power and knowledge of such things. Zedd had told him that there were no more such spells.

Richard certainly had no idea how to call forth a spell that could create such a boundary. More to the point, he didn't see how it would do any good even if he knew how. What had really been freed from Bandakar when the boundary failed was the trait of being born without any trace of the gift-that was why they had all been banished here in the first place. The Imperial Order was already breeding women from Bandakar in order to breed the gift out of mankind. There was no telling how far that trait had already spread. Breeding the women, as it sounded like they were doing, now, would gain them more children who were pristinely ungifted, children who would be indoctrinated in the teachings of the Order.

When they started using the men for breeding, the number of such children would vastly increase. A woman could have a child every year. In the same time, a man could sire a great number of children bearing his pristinely ungifted trait.

Despite the Order's creed of self-sacrifice, they had not yet, it would seem, been willing to sacrifice their women to such an undertaking. Raping the women in Bandakar and proclaiming it for the good of mankind was fine with the men of the Order. For the men ruling the Imperial Order to give over their own women to be bred, however, was quite another matter.

Richard had no doubt that they eventually would start using their own women to this purpose, but that would come later. In the meantime, the Order would probably soon start using all the women captured and held as slaves for this purpose, breeding them to men from Bandakar. The Order's conquest of the New World would provide them with plenty more women for breeding stock.

Whereas in ancient times those in the New World tried to limit the trait from spreading in man, the Imperial Order would do whatever they could to accelerate it.

"Richard," Kahlan asked in a low voice, so the others farther back in the trees wouldn't hear, "what do you think it means that the second warning beacon, the one for you, is turning black like the night stone? Do you think it means to show you the time you have left to get the antidote?"

Since he had only just found it, he hadn't given it much thought. Even so, he could interpret it only as a dire warning. The night stone was tied to the spirits of the dead-to the underworld.

It could be, as Kahlan suggested, that the darkening was meant to show him how the poison was taking him, and that he was running out of time. For a number of reasons, though, he didn't believe that was the explanation.

"I don't know for sure," he finally told her, "but I don't think it's a warning about the poison. I think that the way the statue is turning black is meant to represent, materially, how the gift is failing in me, how it's slowly beginning to kill me, how the underworld, the world of the dead, is slowly enshrouding me."

Kahlan's hand slipped up on his arm, a gesture of comfort as well as worry. "That was my thought, too. I was hoping you would argue against it.

This means that the gift might be more of a problem than the poison-if, after all, this dead wizard used the beacon to warn you about it."

Richard wondered if the statue up on the ridge of the pass would hold any answers. He certainly didn't have any. To make it up there and see, they would have to leave the shelter of the forest and travel out in the open.

Richard turned and signaled the others forward.

"I don't think the races would be expecting us here," he said as they gathered around him. "If we really did manage to lose them they won't know where we went, what direction, so they won't know to look for us, here. I think we can make it up there without the races, and therefore Nicholas, knowing."

"Besides," Tom said, "with those low clouds hugging most of the mountains, they may not be able to search."

"Maybe," Richard said.

It was getting late. In the distant mountains a wolf howled. On another slope across a deep cleft in the mountains, a second wolf answered. There would be more than two.

Betty's ears perked toward the howls as she crowded against Jenn-sen's legs.

"What if Nicholas uses something else?" Jennsen asked.

Cara gripped the blond braid lying over the front of her shoulder as she scanned the woods to the sides. "Something else?"

Jennsen pulled her cloak tighter around herself as the wind tried to lift it open. "Well, if he can look through a race's eyes, then maybe he can look through the eyes of something else."

"You mean a wolf?" Cara asked. "You think that wolf you heard might be him."

"I don't know," Jennsen admitted.

"For that matter," Richard said, "if he can look through the black eyes of the races, maybe he could just as easily look through the eyes of a mouse."

Tom swiped his windblown blond hair back from his forehead as he cast a wary glance at the sky. "Why do you think he always seems to use the races, then?"

"Probably because they're better able to cover great distances,"

Richard said. "After all, he'd have a lot of trouble finding us with a mouse.

"More than that, though, I think he likes the imagery of being with such creatures, likes thinking of himself as being part of a powerful predator. He is, after all, hunting us."

"So you think we only have to worry about the races, then?" Jennsen asked.

"I think he would prefer to watch through the races, but that isn't his end, only the means," Richard said. "He's after Kahlan and me. Since getting us is his end, I think he will turn to whatever means he must, if necessary.

He very well might look through even the eyes of a mouse if it would help him get us."

"If his end is having you," Cara said, "then Owen is helping his ends by bringing you right to him."

Richard couldn't argue with that. For the moment, though, he had to go along with Owen's wishes. Soon enough, Richard intended to start doing things his own way.

"For now," Richard said, "he's still trying to find us, so I expect that he will stick to the races, since they can cover great distances. But, since I've killed races with arrows, he must realize that we at least suspect someone is watching us through their eyes. As we get closer to him, I see no reason that in the future he might not use something else so we won't know he's watching us."

Kahlan looked to be alarmed by the idea. "You mean, something like a wolf, or, or… I don't know, maybe an owl?"

"Owl, pigeon, sparrow. If I had to guess, then I'd guess that at least until he finds us he will use a bird."

Kahlan huddled close beside him, using his body to block the wind. They were up high enough in the mountains that they were just beginning to encounter snow. From what Richard had seen of the Old World, it generally appeared too warm for snow. For there to be snow this time of year it could only be in the most imposing of mountains.

Richard gestured to the icy flakes swirling in the air. "Owen, does it get cold in winter in Bandakar? Do you get snow?"

"Winds come down from the north, following down our side of the mountains, I believe. In winter it gets cold. Every couple of years, we get a bit of snow, but it does not last long. Usually in the winter it rains more. I do not understand why it snows here, now, when it is summer."