"From what I've seen of their army, it wouldn't take long."

"I know," Kahlan said, frowning in thought. "I don't understand it. I've been here before. Their army was a formidable force. The people we've seen look little more than children."

Richard gazed out the window. With all the lights coming from so many windows, the grounds were well enough lit to see how beautiful they were. It looked a peaceful place to live.

"Poorly trained children," he said. "I can't understand it, either. Except, as the soldier at the border, Beata, said: It only takes one person to ring the Dominie Dirtch.

"Maybe they have no need to expend their assets to support a big army when all they need do is have a few soldiers at the border, manning the Dominie Dirtch. After all, you would know as well as anyone the vast resources required to maintain a sizable force. Every day they must be fed. That's why Jagang is headed this way. Maybe Anderith just doesn't need to deplete their resources."

Kahlan nodded. "Maybe. I know the Minister of Culture has a long tradition of private backers-moneylenders, merchants, and such-to help champion their goals. Supporting an army is hugely expensive, even for a wealthy land. But I think there's more to it for an army to deteriorate in such a fashion."

"So, what do you think? Vote, or conquest?"

She looked into his eyes. "I still say no vote."

"You know people will be hurt. Killed. It isn't going to be bloodless. We may have to kill their soldiers-like Sergeant Beata, back at the Dominie Dirtch. They may be little more than children, but they will resist us taking them, and they will probably be killed.

"We can't let them keep control of the Dominie Dirtch. We have to seize those weapons, if we are to let our army in. We can't risk our men being slaughtered by those things."

"But the magic is failing."

"They rang just over a week ago. People out in front of them were killed. They still work. We can't count on them failing.

"It's either attack, or let them do as the Minister suggested: let the people decide their own fate. But even if something goes wrong, we could possibly still use the option of our troops. With what's at stake, I wouldn't hesitate to resort to attacking them if need be. Too many other lives are at risk."

"That's true. We always have that to fall back on."

"But there's one more thing we must consider. Perhaps the most important element."

"What's that?" she asked.

"The chimes. That's why we're here, remember? This business with letting the people decide may work to our advantage with the chimes."

She didn't look at all convinced. "How?"

"We need to search the library. If we can find what we need to know to stop the chimes-like what Joseph Ander once did-then we can do it before it's too late for magic. You haven't forgotten, have you, about the gambit moth, and all the rest?"

"No, of course not."

"And your Confessor's power, and Du Chaillu's magic, and the bond and all the rest. Jagang can easily win without magic; the danger from the Order would only grow stronger. We are just two people, like any others, without magic to protect us-to help us. There is no place so dangerous as a world without magic.

"While we stall for four weeks, we may be able to find the information we need about the chimes. And with traveling around to talk to people about voting to join us, that would be the perfect cover to keep anyone from being suspicious as to what we're doing. I think it risky to let these people know magic has failed. Best to keep them on edge."

Richard leaned close. "Kahlan, the chimes may be the most important part in this. This would buy us time to search. I think we should agree to let the people of Anderith vote."

"I still say no, but if you want to try it"-she pressed finger and thumb to the bridge of her nose-"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this-then I will trust your judgment, Richard. You are, after all, the Lord Rahl."

"But I depend on you for advice."

"You are also the Seeker."

He smiled. "But I don't have my sword."

Kahlan smiled back. "You've gotten us this far. If you say we should try this, then I'll go along, but I don't like it. Still, you are right about the chimes. That's our first responsibility. This will help us search for the solution to the chimes."

Richard was relieved that she had finally agreed, but worried about her reasons for being reluctant. With her hand on his arm, they returned to the head table. The Minister, his wife, and Dalton Campbell rose.

"There are conditions," Richard said.

"Such as?" the Minister asked.

"Our men will watch everything, to insure no one cheats. Everyone will have to vote at the same time, so people can't go to more than one place and vote more than once. They will gather in cities and towns, and each will mark a piece of paper, either with a circle to join into one whole with us, or an X to leave their fate to the cruel fangs of fate. Our men will watch the counting and reporting so that we know everything has been fair."

The Minister smiled. "Excellent suggestions. I concur with every one of them."

Richard leaned toward the man. "One more thing."

"That being?"

"All the people will vote. Not just Anders, but the Hakens, too. They are part of the land, just as are the Anders.Their fate will be altered by this, too. If there is to be a vote, all people of Anderith will vote."

Lady Chanboor and Dalton Campbell shared a look. The Minister spread his hands, his smile growing.

"But of course. All people will vote. It is settled, then."

Hildemara was livid. "Bertrand, you're going to be skinned alive by Jagang's men, and I will delight in watching, my only regret being that you have sealed me to a similar fate!"

Bertrand lifted a hand dismissively. "Nonsense, my dear. Rather, I've managed to stall the Mother Confessor and the Lord Rahl while Jagang draws ever closer."

Dalton, for once, tended to agree with Hildemara. Despite everything else, she was a brilliant strategist. On the face of it, it seemed that if given the choice, the people, the Hakens for sure, would go with the freedoms of Lord Rahl's empire rather than willingly submit to the tyranny of the Imperial Order.

But Dalton knew, too, that there had to be something behind Bertrand's self-satisfied smile. The man had the uncanny knack of tactical calculation coldly bereft of emotional bias toward his desired outcome, which would corrupt the validity of the equation. Bertrand only jumped if he knew he could span the chasm; he didn't leap simply because he wished to span it.

From his vast knowledge of law, Dalton knew there were few weapons as effective in eviscerating an adversary as the simple tactic of delay. He hoped Bertrand wasn't wielding a weapon that would gore them, instead of the enemy.

"Minister, I'm afraid this could be troublesome. To stall Lord Rahl is worthy, but not if it serves no better end than to allow him to enflame the people against the Imperial Order and drive them into the arms of his cause, instead. Were that to happen, we would be unable to fulfill our agreements. We would then be at the center of the storm of war."

"And Jagang would make an example of us, to show others what happens to those who don't deliver as promised," Hildemara added.

Bertrand took a swig from the goblet he'd brought with him to the private study. He set down the silver goblet on a small marble tabletop and savored the taste of rum before swallowing.

"My dear wife, and my trusted aide, do you both fail to see the simple brilliance in this? We are going to stall them so the Imperial Order can have time to get here. Stall them until it's too late for them to do anything effective. On top of everything else, can you imagine how grateful Jagang will be when we can hand him his greatest enemy?"