Kahlan gave Zedd a look of such cold danger that it froze him in place.

Richard kept his voice calm, but firm. "I know exactly what she is: she is my friend. A friend who yesterday saved me from getting killed as my father was, and again saved me from being killed by some beast called a gar." Kahlan's expression relaxed. The old man stared at her a little longer before turning to Richard. "Zedd, Kahlan is my friend. We are both in a lot of trouble and need to help each other.",

Zedd stood in silence, searching Richard's eyes. He nodded. "Trouble indeed."

"Zedd, we need your help. Please?" Kahlan came and stood next to him. "We don't have much time." Zedd didn't look inclined to be any part of it, but Richard went on anyway, watching Zedd's eyes. "Yesterday, after I found her, she was attacked by a quad Another will come soon." He saw what he was looking for; a quick flash of hatred, softening into empathy.

Zedd looked to Kahlan as if seeing her for the first time. They faced each other for a long while. At the mention of the quad the look on Kahlan's face became one of torment. Zedd came forward and put his spindly arms around her protectively, holding her head to his shoulder. She reached around and embraced him gratefully, burying her face in his robes to conceal her tears. "It's all right, dear one, you are safe here," he said softly. "Let's go down to the house and you can tell me of this trouble, and then we must tend to Richard's fever." She nodded against his shoulder.

Kahlan parted from him. "Zeddicus Zu'1 Zorander. I have never heard such a name."

He smiled proudly, his thin lips pushing back his cheeks into deep wrinkles. "I'm sure you haven't, dear one, I'm sure you haven't. By the way, can you cook?" He put his arm around her shoulder, holding her tight as he started walking her down the hill. "I'm hungry and haven't had a suitably cooked meal in years." He glanced back. "Come along, Richard, while you still can."

"If you help Richard's fever, I will make you a big pot of spice soup," she offered.

"Spice soup!" Zedd swooned. "I haven't had a proper spice soup in years. Richard is lousy at making it."

Richard trudged behind, the emotional strain having taken much of his remaining strength. The casual way Zedd was handling the fever scared him. He knew this was his old friend's way of trying not to frighten him about the seriousness of the matter. He could feel his pulse in his sore hand.

Since Zedd was from the Midlands, Richard had thought he could gain his compassion with the mention of the quad. Richard was relieved, if somewhat surprised, at how the two of them were suddenly so amiable. He reached-up as he walked, touching the tooth for reassurance.

He was, however, quite disturbed by what he now knew.

Near a back corner of the house sat a table where Zedd liked to take his meals in good weather. It afforded him the opportunity to keep an eye to the clouds while he ate. Zedd sat them down together on a bench while he went inside and brought out carrots, berries, cheese, and apple juice, putting them on the wooden tabletop worn smooth with years of use, then sat himself on the bench opposite them. He gave Richard a mug of something brown and thick that smelled of almonds and told him to drink it slowly.

His eyes came to Richard. "Tell me of the trouble." Richard related how he was bitten by a vine, and told Zedd about seeing the thing in the sky, seeing Kahlan at Trunt Lake, and being followed by the four men. He told the whole story with every detail he could remember. He knew Zedd liked to have every detail, no matter how unimportant. Occasionally Richard stopped to take a sip from the mug. Kahlan ate some carrots and berries, and drank the apple juice, but she pushed away the plate with the cheese. She nodded or offered help when he couldn't remember a particular point. The only thing he left out was the story Kahlan had told him of the history of the three lands and about Darken Rahl taking over the Midlands. He thought it better that she tell it in her own words. At the end, Zedd made him go back to the beginning, wanting to know what Richard had been doing in the high Ven in the first place.

"When I went to my father's house after the murder, I looked in the message jar. It was about the only thing not broken. Inside was a piece of vine. For the last three weeks, I've been looking for the vine, trying to find out what my father's last message meant. And when I found it, well, that's the thing that bit me." He was glad to be finished; his tongue felt thick.

Zedd bit off a chunk of carrot while thinking. "What did the vine look like?"

"It was… Wait, I still have it in my pocket." He took out the sprig and plunked it down on the table.

"Bags!" Zedd whispered. "That's a snake vine!"

Richard felt a shock of icy cold sweep through him. He knew the name from the secret book. He hoped against hope it did not mean what he feared it did.

Zedd sat back. "Well, the good part is now I know the root to use to cure the fever. The bad part is I have to find it." Zedd asked Kahlan to tell her part but, to make it short, as there were things he must do and not much time. Richard thought about the story she had told in the wayward pine the night before, and wondered how she could possibly make it shorter.

"Darken Rahl, son of Panis Rahl, has put the three boxes of Orden in play," Kahlan said simply. "I have come in search of the great wizard."

Richard was thunderstruck

From the secret book, the Book of Counted Shadows, the book his father had had him commit to memory before they destroyed it, the line jumped into his mind: And when the three boxes of Orden are put into play, the snake vine shall grow. Richard's worst nightmares-everyone's worst nightmares-were coming to pass