Both of them fell to silence as Lunetta huffed with the effort of climbing into the coach. She dropped into the seat opposite and gave them a pleasant smile; she looked to be in a good mood. Kahlan and Adie returned the smile. As the coach lurched ahead, Kahlan rearranged herself in the seat, taking the opportunity to check out the window. She didn't see any mriswith, but that didn't always mean anything.

“They be gone, ' Lunetta said.

"What?" Kahlan cautiously asked.

"The mriswith be gone." The all grabbed the handles in the coach as it bounced over ruts. "They told us to go on alone,"

"To where?" Kahlan asked, hoping to engage the woman in conversation.

Lunetta's eyes brightened beneath her fleshy brow. “The Palace of the Prophets. ' She leaned forward excitedly. "It be a place full of streganicha."

Adie scowled. "We not be witches."

Lunetta blinked. "Tobias says we be streganicha. Tobias be the lord general. Tobias be a great man.

"We not be witches," Adie repeated. "We be women with the gift, given us by the Creator of all things. The Creator would not give us something vile, would he?"

Lunetta didn't hesitate for an instant. "Tobias says the Keeper gave us our vile magic. Tobias never be wrong."

Adie smiled at the growing scowl on Lunetta's face. "Of course not, Lunetta. Your brother seems a great and powerful man, just as you say." Adie rearranged her robes as she crossed a leg. "Do you feel as if you be evil, Lunetta?"

Lunetta frowned in thought a moment. "Tobias says I be evil. He tries to help me do good, to make up for the Keeper's taint. I help him root out evil so he can do the Creator's work."

Kahlan could tell that Adie was getting nowhere, except perhaps to anger Lunetta, and so changed the subject before things went too far. Lunetta, after all, had control of their collars.

“Have you been to the Palace of the Prophets often?

"Oh, no," Lunetta said. "This be the first time. Tobias says it be a house of evil."

"Why would he take us there, then?" Kahlan asked in an offhanded manner.

Lunetta shrugged. "The messengers said we are to go there."

"Messengers?"

Lunetta nodded. "The mriswith. They be the Creator's messengers. They tell us what to do."

Kahlan and Adie sat in stunned silence. At last Kahlan found her voice. "If it's a house of evil, it seems odd that the Creator would want us go there. Your brother doesn't seem to trust the Creator's messengers." Kahlan had seen Brogan casting scowls in their direction as they walked off into the woods.

Lunetta's beady eyes moved between them. "Tobias said I should not talk about them."

Kahlan twined her fingers together over a knee. “You don't think the messengers would hurt your brother, do you? I mean, if the palace is a place of evil, as your brother says…"

The squat woman leaned forward. "I would not let them. Mamma said I was always to protect Tobias, because he be more important than me. Tobias be the one."

"Why did your mamma — "

"I think we should be quiet now," Lunetta said in a dangerous tone.

Kahlan relaxed back in the seat and looked out the window. It didn't seem to take much to raise Lunetta's ire. Kahlan decided that it would be best if Lunetta were not pressed for now. Lunetta, at Brogan's urging, had already experimented with the control the collar afforded her.

Kahlan watched as the buildings of Tanimura went past the window and tried to imagine Richard being here, seeing the same sights. It made her feel closer to him, seeing things his eyes had seen, and eased the terrible longing in her heart.

Dear Richard, please don't come into this trap to save me. Let me die. Save the Midlands, instead.

Kahlan had seen a great many cities, every one in the Midlands, and this was the equal to most. On the outskirts, there were ramshackle huts, many no more than lean-tos erected against some of the older, shabby buildings and warehouses. As they moved on into the city, the buildings became more grand, and there were shops of every sort. They passed several large markets with jumbles of people in every bright color of dress.

Everywhere in the city was the constant beat of drums. It was a slow rhythm, and grating on the nerves. As Lunetta glanced around, her eyes searching out the men at drums when they became louder as they rode along, Kahlan could see that she didn't like them either. Out the window, Kahlan could see Brogan riding close to the coach, and the drums were making him jumpy, too.

The three of them grabbed at the handles again as the coach bounced up onto a stone bridge. The iron wheels let out a grating racket as they crossed the stone. Through the window, Kahlan could see the palace looming overhead as they crossed the river.

In an expansive courtyard of green lawns fringed with trees near soaring sections of the palace, the coach rocked to a halt. The ciimson-caped men all about sat tall in their saddles, making no move to dismount.

Brogan's sour face suddenly appeared in the window. "Get out,* he growled. Kahlan started to rise. "Not you. I'm talking to Lunetta. You stay where you are until you're told to move." He knuckled his mustache. "Sooner or later, you're mine. Then you pay for your filthy crimes."

"The mriswith aren't going to let their little lapdog have me," Kahlan said. "The Creator won't allow one such as you to put your filthy hands on me. You are nothing more than dirt under the Keeper's fingernails, and the Creator knows it. He hates you."

Kahlan felt the collar send a searing pain into her legs, preventing her from moving, and another shard into her throat, squelching her voice. Lunetta's eyes were ablaze. But Kahlan had said what she had wanted to say.

If Brogan killed her, Richard wouldn't come into this trap to rescue her.

Brogan's eyes bulged and his face went as crimson as his cape. He ground his teeth. Suddenly, he reached into the coach for her. Lunetta seized his hand, pretending she thought it was meant for her.

"Help me down, my lord general? My hip do be aching from the bumpy ride. The Creator do be kind to give you such strength, my brother. Heed his words."

Kahlan tried to call out, to taunt him, but her voice wouldn't come. Lunetta was preventing her from talking.

Brogan seemed to come to his senses, and grudgingly helped Lunetta climb down. He was about to turn back to the coach when he saw someone approaching. She waved him away with an arrogant flip of her hand. Kahlan couldn't hear what the woman said, but Brogan snatched up the reins to his horse and motioned his men to follow him.

Ahern was told to get down from the driver's seat and to go with the men of the Blood. He cast her a quick, sympathetic glance over his shoulder. Kahlan prayed to the good spirits that they wouldn't kill him, now that his coach had delivered its cargo. In a racket of sudden movement, the men on horseback all followed after Brogan and Lunetta.

The early-morning air quieted as the men moved off, and Kahlan felt the grip of the collar at her neck slacken. Again she remembered with anguish making Richard put one of these collars around his neck, and every day she thanked the good spirits that he had finally came to understand that she had done it to save his life, to keep his gift from killing him. But the collars she and Adie wore were not to help them, as Richard's had been. These collars were no more than manacles in another form.

A young woman strode up to the door and peered in. She wore a clinging red dress that left little doubt as to the perfection of her figure. The long mass of hair that framed her face was as dark as her eyes. Kahlan suddenly felt like a clod of dirt in this stunningly sensuous woman's presence.

The woman's eyes took in Adie. "A sorceress. Well, perhaps we can find a use for you." Her knowing gaze turned to Kahlan. "Come along."