With his first finger, Richard stroked his lower lip. "Then it's not Jagang," he muttered to himself.

Zedd rolled his eyes in exasperation. "What's not Jagang?"

Kahlan sighed. Sometimes attempting to follow Richard's reasoning was like trying to spoon ants.

Rather than answer Zedd’s question, Richard seemed to once again already be half a mile down a different road.

"The chimes. Did you take care of them? It's supposed to be a simple matter. Did you take care of it?"

"A simple matter?" Zedd's face stood out red against his shock of unruly white hair. "Who told you that!"

Richard looked surprised at the question. "I read it. So, did you take care of it?"

"We determined there was nothing to 'take care of, " Ann said, her voice taking on an undertone of annoyance.

"That's right," Zedd grumbled. "What do you mean it's a simple matter?"

"Kolo said they were quite alarmed at first, but after investigating they discovered the chimes were a simple weapon and easily overcome." Richard threw up his hands. "How do you know it's not a problem? Are you certain?"

"Kolo? Bags, Richard, what are you talking about! Who's Kolo?"

Richard waggled a hand as if begging forbearance before he rose up and strode to the window. He lifted the curtain. The chicken wasn't there. While he stretched up on his toes to peer out into the driving rain, Kahlan answered for him.

"Richard found a journal in the Keep. It's written in High D'Haran. He and one of the Mord-Sith, Berdine, who knows a little of the dead language of High D'Haran, have worked very hard to translate some of it.

"The man who wrote the journal was a wizard at the Keep during the great war, but they don't know his name, so they call him Kolo, from a High D'Haran word meaning 'strong advisor. The journal has proved invaluable."

Zedd turned to peer suspiciously at Richard. His gaze returned to Kahlan. The suspicion moved to his voice. "And just where did he find this journal?"

Richard began pacing, his fingertips to his forehead in — deep concentration. Zedd's hazel eyes waited for her answer.

"It was in the sliph's room. Down in the big tower." "The big tower." The way Zedd repeated her words sounded like an accusation. He again glanced briefly at Richard. "Don't tell me you mean the room that's sealed." "That's the one. When Richard destroyed the towers between the New and Old Worlds so he could get back here, the seal was blasted off that room, too. That's where he found the journal, Kolo's bones, and the sliph."

Richard halted over his grandfather. "Zedd, we'll tell you about all this later. Right now, I'd like to know why you don't think the chimes are here."

Kahlan frowned up at Richard. "Here? What does that mean, here?"

"Here in this world. Zedd, how do you know?" Zedd straightened a finger toward the empty spot in their circle on the floor around the Grace. "Sit down, Richard. You're making me jumpy, pacing back and forth like a hound wanting to be let out."

As Richard checked the window one last time before returning to sit, Kahlan asked Zedd, "What are the chimes?" "Oh," Zedd said with a shrug, "they're just some vexatious creatures. But-"

"Vexatious!" Ann slapped her forehead. "Try catastrophic!"

"And I called them forth?" Kahlan asked, anxiety rising in her voice. She had spoken the names of the three chimes to complete magic that saved Richard's life. She hadn't known what the words meant, but she had known that without them Richard would have died within a breath or two at most.

Zedd waggled a hand to allay her fears. "No, no. As Ann says, they have the potential to be troublesome, but-"

Richard hiked up his trousers at the knees as he folded his legs. "Zedd, please answer the question. How do you know they aren't here?"

"Because, the chimes are a work of threes. That's partly why there are three: Reechani, Sentrosi, Vasi."

Kahlan nearly leaped to her feet. "I thought you weren't supposed to say them aloud!"

"You are not. An ordinary person could say them with no ill effect. I can speak them aloud without calling them. Ann can, and Richard, too. But not those exceedingly rare people such as yourself."

"Why me?"

"Because you have magic powerful enough to summon their aid on behalf of another. But without the gift, which protects the veil, the chimes could also ride your magic across into this world. The names of the three chimes are supposed to be a secret."

"Then I might have called them into this world."

"Dear spirits," Richard whispered. His face had gone bloodless. "They could be here."

"No, no. There are countless safeguards, and numerous requirements that are exacting and extraordinary." Zedd held up a finger to silence Richard's question before it could come out his open mouth. "Among many other things; Kahlan, for example, would have to be your third wife."

Zedd flashed Richard a patronizing smirk! "Satisfied, Mister Read-it-in-a-book?"

Richard let out a breath. "Good." He sighed aloud again as the color returned to his face. "Good. She's only my second wife."

"What!" Zedd threw up his arms, nearly toppling backward. He huffed and hauled his sleeves back down. "What do you mean, she is your second wife? I've known you your whole life, Richard, and I know you've never loved anyone but Kahlan. Why in Creation would you marry someone else!"

Richard cleared his throat as he shared a pained expression with Kahlan. "Look, it's a long story, but the end of it is that in order to get into the Temple of the Winds to stop the plague, I had to marry Nadine. That would make Kahlan my second wife."

"Nadine." Zedd let his jaw hang as he scratched the hollow of his cheek. "Nadine Brighton? That Nadine?"

"Yes." Richard poked at the dirt. "Nadine… died shortly after the ceremony."

Zedd let out a low whistle. "Nadine was a nice girl- going to be a healer. The poor thing. Her parents will b devastated."

"Yes, the poor thing," Kahlan muttered under her breath. Nadine's dogged ambition had been to have Richard, and there had been few bounds to that ambition. Any number of times, Richard had told Nadine in explicit terms there was nothing between the two of them, never would be, and he wanted her gone as soon as possible. To Kahlan's exasperation, Nadine would simply smile and say, "Whatever you wish, Richard," as she continued to scheme.

Though she would never have wished Nadine any real harm, especially the horrible death she suffered, Kahlan could not pretend pity for the conniving strumpet, as Cara called her.

"Why is your face all red?" Zedd asked. Kahlan looked up. Zedd and Ann were watching her. "Um, well…" Kahlan changed the subject. "Wait a minute. When I spoke the three chimes I wasn't married to Richard. We weren't married until we came here, to the Mud People. So, you see, I wasn't even his wife at the time."

"That's even better," Ann said. "Removes another stepping-stone from the chimes' path."

Richard's hand found Kahlan's. "Well, that may not be exactly true. When we had to say the words to fulfill the requirements for me to get into the temple, in our hearts we said the words to each other, so it could be said that we were married because of that vow of commitment.

"Sometimes magic, the spirit world's magic, anyway, works by such ambiguous rules."

Ann shifted her weight uncomfortably. "True enough."

"But no matter how you reason it out, that would still only make her your second wife." Zedd eyed them both suspiciously. "This story gets more complicated every time one of you opens your mouth. I need to hear the whole thing."

"Before we leave, we can tell you a bit of it. When you get to Aydindril, then we'll have the time to tell it all to you. But we need to return through the sliph right away."