Ann's eyes widened in sudden recognition. She would never have recognized her after all these years, but the voice, the voice was the same. "Valdora."

The old woman cackled again. "Well, dear Prelate, I'm honored you would remember one so lowly as I." She bowed with exaggerated courtesy, "I hope you also remember what I promised you. You do remember, don't you? I promised to see you dead."

Ann felt herself hit the floor as she writhed in agony. "I thought that. . after you. . reflected on your actions. . you would see the wrong in your ways. I can see, now, that… I was right to put you, . from the palace. You.. have no right to serve as a Sister,"

"Oh, don't you concern yourself, Prelate. I've started my own palace. My granddaughter here is my student, my novice. I teach her better than your Sisters could ever teach. I teach her everything."

"You teach her… to poison people?"

Valdora laughed. "Oh, the poison won't kill you. Just a little something to incapacitate you until I could bind you up all helpless in a web. You'll not die so easily." She leaned down closer, her voice coming like venom. "You are going to be a long time dying, Prelate. You may even last all the way to morning. A person can die a thousand times over in a single night."

"How could you have, . known… I would come?"

The woman straightened. "Oh, I didn't. When I saw the Lord Rahl, and he gave me one of your coins, I thought he might end up bringing me a Sister, too. I had no idea, not in my wildest hopes, that he would bring me the Prelate herself. Delivered right into my hands. My, my, what a marvel. No, I never even dared hope. I would have been more than happy just to skin one of your Sisters, or even your student, Lord Rahl, to do you a pain. But now I can fulfill my deepest, darkest desires."

Ann tried to call her Han. Through the layer of pain, she realized the honey cake had contained more than simple poison. It had been bound up with a spell.

Dear Creator, this was not going the way it should.

The room was getting dim. She felt a jerk of pain in her scalp. She felt the stone scrape along her back. She saw the pretty, smiling face of the girl walking along at her side.

"I forgive you, child," Ann whispered.

And then, the blackness smothered her.

CHAPTER 39

Kahlan clutched Adie's arm in one hand and a sword in the other as they ran. In the darkness, they both stumbled over Orsk, falling hard. Kahlan yanked her hand back from the warm mass of his guts in the snow.

"How. . how could he be here!"

Adie panted, trying to catch her breath. "It be impossible."

"There's enough moon to see. I know we're not going in circles." She took a quick swipe against the snow, smearing the gore from her hands. She scrambled to her feet, pulling Adie up with her. There were bodies, clad in red capes, scattered all about. They had had only one fight. There couldn't be other bodies. And Orsk..

Kahlan swept her gaze along the tree line, looking for the men on horseback. "Adie, remember the vision Jebra had? She saw me going in circles."

Adie brushed the snow from her face. "But how?"

Kahlan knew Adie couldn't run much more. She had used her power to fight, and she was near dead with exhaustion. The force of her magic unleashed had been a terror to the attackers, but there were too many. Orsk must have killed twenty or thirty by himself. Kahlan hadn't seen Orsk killed, but she had come across his body three times now. He had been cut nearly in two.

"Which way do you think we must go to get away?" she asked the sorceress.

"They be back there." Adie pointed. "We must go this way."

"That's what I think, too." She pulled Adie the other way. "We've been doing what we think we should, and it's not working. We have to try something else. Come on, We must do what we think is wrong."

"It could be a spell," Adie offered. "If it is, you be right. I be too tired to feel it if there be one."

They charged through the bramble and down a steep slope, half running, half sliding down the snow. Before she bounded over the edge she saw the horsemen spring from the cover of trees. The snow at the bottom was drifted into deep banks. They both struggled through them toward trees. It was like trying to run in a quagmire.

A man suddenly came out of the night and drove down the slope after them. Kahlan didn't wait for Adie to try to use her magic. There was no time if she failed.

Kahlan spun, bringing the sword around. The man in the red cape swept his sword up defensively as he plunged onward. He wore an armored breastplate. Her strike would be wasted on his armor. He was protecting his face — an instinctive reaction, but a fatal move against someone trained by her father, King Wyborn. Men in armor fought with false confidence.

With all her strength, Kahlan took her sword low instead. It jolted to a halt when it hit his femur. The man, the muscle of his thigh cleaved, tumbled with a helplessly cry to the trampled ground.

Another man leapt over top of him toward her. His red cape sailed open in the night air. Kahlan brought her sword up, slashing the inside of his thigh, severing the artery. As he fell past her, she hacked his hamstring.

The first cried out in panic. The second man cursed at the top of his lungs, calling her every vile name she had ever heard as he crawled ahead, brandishing his sword, provoking her to dare to fight him.

Kahlan remembered her father's counsel: Words can't cut you. Ward only for steel. Fight only steel, She didn't waste the time to finish them; they would probably bleed to death in the snow, and even if they didn't, maimed as they were, they couldn't come after her. Clutching each other's arms, she and Adie fled onward into the trees.

Panting in the darkness, they wove their way through the snow crusted fur trees. Kahlan realized Adie was shivering. She had lost her heavy cloak at the very beginning. Kahlan pulled off her wolf-hide mantle and threw it around Adie's shoulders.

"No, child," Adie began to protest.

"Wear it," Kahlan commanded. "I'm sweating, and anyway, it only slows my sword." In truth, her sword arm was so weary she could hardly lift the thing, much less swing it. Only fright powered her muscles. For now, that was enough.

Kahlan no longer knew which way she was running. The two of them simply ran for their lives. When she wanted go right, she went left instead. The trees they ran through were too thick to see the stars, or the moon.

She had to get away. Richard was in danger. Richard needed her. She had to get to him. Zedd should be there by now, but anything could go wrong. Zedd might not make it. She had to.

Kahlan slapped a balsam branch aside, struggling into a small open area of ledge wind-blown nearly clean of snow. She started to a halt. Before her stood two horses.

Tobias Brogan, the lord general of the Blood of the Fold, smiled down at her. A woman in tattered scraps of colored cloth sat on a horse beside him.

Brogan knuckled his mustache. "And what have we here?"

"Two travelers," Kahlan said in voice as cold as the winter air. "Since when has the Blood taken to robbing and butchering helpless travelers?"

"Helpless travelers? Hardly. The two of you must have killed over a hundred of my men."

"We have been defending our lives from the Blood of the Fold, which if it thinks it can get away with it, attacks people it doesn't even know."

"Oh I know you, Kahlan Amnell, Queen of Galea. I know more than you think. I know who you be."

Kahlan's fist tightened on the hilt of the sword.

Brogan stepped his big dappled gray closer, a gruesome grin overcoming his face. He rested an arm on the pommel as he leaned forward, his dark eyes holding her in their malevolent grip.