The risk to Cara was too great. Kahlan took an urgent step forward as Marlin bellowed and tried to bring the sword down to hack at Cara. Cara, watching Kahlan, held up an admonishing finger, stopping Kahlan where she stood.

Behind her. Martin's sword clattered to the floor as he crumpled, holding his stomach as he shrieked. He crashed to the floor, his distress obviously growing precipitously with each moment as he writhed on the polished wood floor like a fish out of water.

"What did I tell you, Marlin?" Cara asked in a quiet voice. "What are my wishes?"

He seemed to grasp the meaning of her words as if they were from a person yelling as he threw a lifeline to a drowning man. His frantic gaze hunted the floor. Finally, he saw it. He clawed his way to the spot of his spit, moving as quickly as the racking pain allowed. At last, he managed to stagger to his feet.

He stood, fists at his side, still shaking and screaming.

"Both feet, Marlin," Cara said casually.

He looked down and saw that only one foot was on the spit. He jerked the other closer, onto the red spot.

He sagged and finally fell silent. Kahlan felt herself sag with him. His eyes closed, panting, dripping sweat, he stood trembling with the lingering effects of the ordeal.

Cara lifted an eyebrow to Kahlan. "Understand?"

Kahlan scowled. Cara scooped up the sword and marched it over to the door. As one, the soldiers all backed up a step. She held the sword out, hilt first. Reluctantly, its owner retrieved it.

"Any questions, gentlemen?" Cara asked in an icy voice. "Good. Now stop banging on the door when I'm busy." She slammed the heavy door in their faces.

Marlin's lower lip sucked in and out over his teeth with each panting breath. Cara put her face close to his.

"I don't recall giving you permission to close your eyes. Did you hear me say you could close them?"

His eyes opened wide. "No, Mistress Cara."

"Then what were they doing closed?"

Marlin's terror quavered through his voice. "I'm sorry, Mistress Cara. Please forgive me. I won't do it again."

"Cara."

She turned, as if she had forgotten Kahlan was even in the room. "What?"

Kahlan tilted her head in gesture. "We need to talk."

"You see?" Cara asked, when she had joined Kahlan at the table with the lamp. "You see what I mean? He can't hurt anyone. He can't escape. No man has ever escaped a Mord-Sith."

Kahlan lifted an eyebrow. "Richard did."

Cara straightened and let out a noisy breath. "Lord Rahl is different. This man is no Lord Rahl. Mord-Sith have proven themselves unerring thousands of times. No one but Lord Rahl ever killed his Mistress to reclaim his magic and escape."

"No matter how improbable, Richard has proven that Mord-Sith aren't infallible. I don't care how many thousands Mord-Sith have subjugated; the fact that one escaped means that it's possible. Cara, I'm not doubting you-it's just that we can't take chances. Something's wrong; why would Jagang throw this lamb in a wolf's lair, and specifically tell him to announce himself?"

"But-"

"It's possible Jagang was killed-he might be dead and we have nothing to fear-but if he's still alive, and anything goes wrong with Marlin, here, it will be Richard who pays the price. Jagang wants Richard dead. Are you so stubborn that you're willing to put Richard at risk for the sake of your pride?"

Cara scratched her neck as she considered. She took a quick glance over her shoulder at Marlin standing on the spot of his spit, his eyes wide open, sweat dripping off the end of his nose.

"What do you want to do? This room has no windows. We can lock and bar the door. Where can we put him that would be safer than this room?"

Kahlan pressed her fingers over the burning ache under her sternum.

"The pit."

Kahlan twisted her fingers together as she came to a halt before the iron door. Marlin, looking like a frightened puppy, stood silently in the center of a knot of D'Haran soldiers a ways back up the torch-lit hall.

"What's the matter?" Cara asked.

Kahlan flinched. "What?"

"I asked what was the matter. You look like you're afraid the door is going to bite you."

Kahlan pulled her hands apart and made herself put them at her sides. "Nothing." She turned and lifted the ring with the keys from the iron peg in the coarse stone wall beside the door.

Cara lowered her voice. "Don't lie to a sister of the Agiel."

Kahlan mimicked a quick smile of apology. "The pit is where the condemned await execution. I have a half sister-Cyrilla. She was the queen of Galea. When she was here, when Aydindril fell to the Order, before Richard liberated the city, they threw her in the pit with a gang of about a dozen murderers."

"Have a half sister? She still lives, then?"

Kahlan nodded as the mists of memories swirled before her mind's eye. "But they had her down there for days. Prince Harold, her brother, my half brother, rescued her when they were taking her to the block to be beheaded, but she's never been the same since. She's withdrawn into herself. On rare occasions she comes out of her stupor, and insists that the people need a queen able to lead them and that I become the queen of Galea in her place. I agreed." Kahlan paused. "She screams inconsolably if she comes awake and sees men."

Cara, hands clasped behind her back, waited without comment.

Kahlan gestured to the door. "They threw me down there, too." Her mouth was so dry that it took two attempts before she could swallow. "With those men who had raped her." She surfaced from the memories and sneaked a quick glance at Cara. "But they didn't do to me as they did to her." She didn't say how close they had come.

A sly smile came to Cara's lips. "How many did you kill?"

"I didn't stop to take an exact count as I escaped." Her brief, flitting smile wouldn't stick. "But it scared the wits out of me-being down there, alone, with all those beasts." Kahlan's heart pounded so hard at the memory that it made her sway on her feet.

"Well," Cara offered, "do you want to find another place to put Marlin?"

"No." Kahlan took a purging breath. "Look, Cara, I'm sorry I'm acting this way." She peered briefly at Marlin. "There's something about his eyes. Something strange…"

She looked back to Cara. "I'm sorry. It's not like me to be so jittery. You've only known me a short time. I'm not usually so apprehensive. It's just that… I guess that it's just because it's been so peaceful for the last few days. I've been separated from Richard for so long, and it's been bliss being together. We were hoping Jagang was killed and that the war was ended. We were hoping he was in the Palace of the Prophets when Richard destroyed it…"

"He still might have been. Marlin said it's been two weeks since Jagang gave him orders. Lord Rahl said Jagang wanted the palace; he was probably with his troops when they stormed it. He's no doubt dead."

"We can hope. But I'm so afraid for Richard… I guess it's affecting my judgment. Now that things have come together, I'm terrified that it's going to slip away from me."

Cara shrugged, as if to dispel Kahlan's need for apology. "I know how you feel. Now that Lord Rahl has given us our freedom, we have something to fear losing. Maybe that's why I'm so jittery, too." She flicked her hand toward the door. "We could find another place. There have to be other places that won't touch painful memories for you."

"No. Protecting Richard comes above all else. The pit is the safest place in the palace to keep a prisoner. We have no one else down there, now. It's escape-proof. I'm fine."

Cara lifted an eyebrow. "Escape-proof? You escaped."

The memories repressed, Kahlan smiled. With the back of her hand, she gave Cara's stomach a dismissive slap.

"Marlin is no Mother Confessor." She glanced back up the hall at Marlin. "But there's something about him-something I can't put my finger on. Something strange. He frightens me, and he shouldn't, not with you controlling his gift."