Richard stared in shock. "Cara — it wasn't your fault. That's the whole point of my question. You should remember that you could have done nothing to stop Nicci."

Cara's hands fisted. "I should have, but I didn't. I failed you."

"Cara, that's not true. Nicci used a spell on Kahlan. Had either of us done anything to stop her, Nicci would have killed Kahlan."

"What!" Nicci objected. "What in the world are you talking about?"

"You captured Kahlan with a spell. That spell connected you to Kahlan and was directly controlled by your intent. If I hadn't gone with you, you could have killed Kahlan at any time with no more than a thought. That, for the most part, was why Cara and I could do nothing."

Nicci planted her hands on her hips. "And just what kind of a spell do you think could accomplish such a thing?"

"A maternity spell."

Nicci regarded him with a blank look. "A what?"

"A maternity spell. It created a connection that made anything that happened to you happen to her. If Cara or I had harmed or killed you, the same fate would have befallen Kahlan. We were helpless. I had to do what you wanted. I had to go with you or Kahlan would have died. I had to do as you wished or you could have taken her life through the link of that spell. I had to make sure nothing happened to you or the same fate would befall Kahlan."

Nicci shook her head with incredulity and then, without comment, turned to stare off at the hills beyond the statue.

"It wasn't your fault, Cara." He lifted her chin to make her wet eyes look up at him. "Neither of us could have done anything. You didn't fail me."

"Don't you think that I would like to believe you? Don't you think that I would, if it were true?"

"If you don't remember what I'm telling you really happened," Richard said, "then just how do you think Nicci managed to capture me?"

"She used magic."

"What kind of magic?"

"I don't know what kind of magic it was-I'm no expert on how magic works. She just used magic, that's all."

He turned to Nicci. "What magic? How did you capture me? What spell did you use? Why didn't I stop you? Why didn't Cara stop you?"

"Richard, that was — what, a year and a half ago? I don't remember exactly what spell I used that day to capture you. It wasn't all that hard. You don't have the ability to control your gift or mount a defense against someone experienced with it. I could have tied you up in knots of magic and had you over the back of a horse without working up a sweat."

"And why didn't Cara try to stop you?"

"Because," Nicci said, gesturing in exasperation at having to try to recall the irksome details, "I had you hobbled under my ability and she knew that if she made a move I would have killed you first. It's no more complicated than that."

"That's right," Cara said. "Nicci spelled you, just as she says. I couldn't do anything because it was you she attacked. If she would have used her power against me I could have turned her gift against her, but she used it instead on you, so I could do nothing."

With a finger, Richard wiped sweat from his brow. "You're trained to kill with your bare hands. If nothing else why wouldn't you have hit her over the head with a rock?"

"I would have hurt you," Nicci said, answering for Cara, "or possibly even killed you, had she even looked like she was going to try anything."

"And then Cara would have had you," Richard reminded the sorceress.

"Back then I was willing to forfeit my life-I just didn't care. You know that."

Richard did indeed know that that much of it was true. At the time.

Nicci did not value life, not. even her own. That had made her dangerous in the extreme.

"My mistake was in not attacking Nicci before she could get to you," Cara said. "If I had made her strike out at me with magic, I would have get her. That is what a Mord-Sith is supposed to do. But I failed you."

"You couldn't," Nicci said. "I surprised you both. You didn't fail, Cara. Sometimes there simply isn't any chance to succeed. Sometimes there is no solution. For the two of you, that was one of those situations. I was in control."

It was hopeless. Every time he backed them into a corner they seemed in he able to effortlessly slither out.

Richard laid a hand against the smooth marble as his mind raced, trying in think of how this could be happening-what could be causing them to forget. He reasoned that maybe he could remedy the problem if he only knew what was causing it.

And then, something; about that story he had told them in the shelter a couple of nights back suddenly sprang to mind.

Richard snapped his fingers.

"Magic," he said. "That's it. Remember how I told you that Kahlan showed up in the Hartland woods near where I lived, and that she had come because she was looking for the long-lost great wizard?"

"What of it?" Nicci asked.

"Kahlan was looking for the great wizard because Zedd had fled the Midlands before I was born. Darken Rahl had raped my mother and Zedd wanted to take her away to safety."

Cara's brow twitched with suspicion. "Much like you say you took this woman, your wife, to those remote mountains so she would be safe after she had been attacked?"

"Well, kind of, but.»

"Do you see what you're doing, Richard?" Nicci asked. "You're taking things you heard about and putting them into your dream. Do you see the thread that runs through both stories? That's a common phenomenon when people dream. The mind falls back on what it knows or has heard about."

"No, that's not it. Just hear me out."

Nicci conceded with a single nod but she clasped her hands behind her back and lifted her chin in the manner of an uncompromising teacher dealing with an obstinate student.

"I guess there were similarities," Richard finally admitted, uncomfortable at the way Nicci had him locked in her knowing gaze, "but in a way that's the point. You see, Zedd had become fed up with the council of the Midlands, much like I gave up trying to help people who believed in the Order's lies. The difference is that Zedd wanted to leave them to suffer the consequences of their actions. He didn't want them to be able to come asking for his help in getting them out of trouble of their own making. When he left the Midlands and went to Westland he cast a wizard's web to make everyone forget him."

He thought they should understand, but they only stared at him. "Zedd lined a specific magic spell to make everyone forget his name, forget who he was, so that they couldn't come looking for him. That must be what happened with Kahlan. Someone took her and used magic not only to erase her tracks, but to erase everyone's memory of her. That's why you can't remember her. That's why no one remembers her."

Cara looked surprised by the notion. She glanced at Nicci. Nicci wet her lips and sighed heavily.

"That has to be it," Richard pressed. "That has to be the answer."

"Richard," Nicci said in a quiet voice, "that's not what is going on here, it doesn't even remotely make sense."

Richard couldn't understand how Nicci, being a sorceress, couldn't see it. "Yes it does. Magic made everyone forget Zedd. After Kahlan met me in the woods that day, she told me how she was looking for the great wizard, but that no one could recall the old one's name because he had cast a web of magic to make them forget it. Magic must have been used to make everyone forget Kahlan in the same way."

"Except you?" Nicci said as she arched an eyebrow. "This magic seems lo have failed where you're concerned, since you have no trouble remembering her."

Richard had been expecting just such an argument. "It's possible that since I alone have a different form of the gift, the spell didn't work on me."