"What's going on with us is not really relevant to him right now; he is doing as he must do, and he can't allow our situation to influence him. He has told you already that he won't be able to give you any orders, that he must stay out of it."

Zedd tugged his sleeves straight and sighed as he thought about it.

"Perhaps when the summer is over, before the full grip of winter descends and they're snowed in way up there, I'll go and see how they fare."

General Reibisch gave a departing smile. "If you could talk to Lord Rahl, it would be a relief for us all, Zedd; he would trust your word. Good night, then."

The man had just betrayed his true feelings. No one in the tent really trusted what Richard was doing, except, perhaps, Zedd, and Zedd had his doubts, too. Kahlan had said that she believed Richard viewed himself as a fallen leader; these people who claimed not to understand how he could believe such a thing, at the same time didn't trust his actions.

Richard was all alone with only the strength of his beliefs to support him.

After the general had gone, Warren leaned forward eagerly. "Zedd, I could go with you to see Richard. We could get him to tell us everything, and we could then determine if it really is a prophecy, or as he says, just an understanding he's come to. If it's not really a prophecy, we might be able to make him see things differently.

"More important, we could begin teaching him-or you could, anyway-about his gift, about using magic. He needs to know how to use his ability."

As Zedd paced, Verna let out a little grunt to express her misgivings about Warren's suggestion. "I tried to teach Richard to touch his Han. A number of Sisters attempted it, too. No one was able to make any progress."

"But Zedd believes a wizard is the one to do it. Isn't that right, Zedd?"

Zedd halted his pacing and regarded them both a moment as he considered how to put his thoughts into words. "Well, as I said before, teaching a wizard is not really the work for sorceresses, but another wizard-"

"With Richard, I don't think you would have any better luck than we did," Verna railed.

Warren didn't give ground. "But Zedd believes-

Zedd cleared his throat, bidding silence. "You're right, my boy; it is the job of a wizard to teach another wizard born with the gift." Verna rose an angry finger to object, but Zedd went right on. "In this case, however, I believe Verna is right."

"She is?" Warren asked.

"I am?" Verna asked.

Zedd waved in a mollifying gesture. "Yes, I believe so, Verna. I think the Sisters can do some teaching. After all, look at Warren, here. The Sisters have managed to teach him something about using his gift, even if it was at the cost of time. You've taught others-if in a limited way, to my view of it-but you couldn't manage to teach Richard the most simple of things. Is that correct?"

Verna's mouth twisted with displeasure. "None of us could teach him the simple task of sensing his own Han. I sat with him hours at a time and tried to guide him through it." She folded her arms and looked away from his intent gaze. "It just didn't work the way it should have."

Warren touched a finger to his chin while he frowned, as if recalling something. "You know, Nathan said something to me once. I told him that I wanted to leam from him-that I wanted him to teach me about being a prophet.

Nathan said that a prophet could not be made, but that they were born. I realized, then, that everything I knew and understood about prophecy-really understood about it, in a whole new way-I had learned on my own, and not from anyone else. Could this, with Richard, be something like that? Is that your point, Zedd?"

"It is." Zedd sat down once more on the hard wooden bench beside Adie.

"I would love, not only as his grandfather, but as First Wizard, to teach Richard what he needs to know about using his ability, but I'm coming to doubt that such a thing is possible. Richard is different from any other wizard in more ways than just his having the gift for Subtractive Magic in addition to the usual Additive."

"But still," Sister Philippa said, "you are First Wizard. Surely, you would be able to teach him a great deal."

Zedd pulled a fold of his heavy robes from between his bony bottom and the hard bench as he considered how to explain it.

"Richard has done things even I don't understand. Without my training, he has accomplished more than I can even fathom. On his own, Richard reached the Temple of the Winds in the underworld, accomplished the task of stopping a plague, and returned from beyond the veil to the world of life. Can any of you even grasp such a thing? Especially for an untrained wizard? He banished the chimes from the world of the living-how, I have no idea. He has worked magic I've never heard of, much less seen or understand.

"I'm afraid my knowledge could be more of an interference than an aid.

Part of Richard's ability, and advantage, is the way he views the world-through not just fresh eyes, but the eyes of a Seeker of Truth. He doesn't know something is impossible, so he tries to accomplish it. I fear to tell him how to do things, how to use his magic, because such teaching also might suggest to him limits of his powers, thus creating them in reality. What could I teach a war wizard? I know nothing about the Subtractive side of magic, much less the gift of such power."

"Lacking another war wizard with Subtractive Magic, are you suggesting it would maybe take a Sister of the Dark to teach him?" Warren asked.

"Well," Zedd mused, "that might be a thought." He let out a tired sigh as he turned more serious. "I have come to realize that it would not only be useless to try to teach Richard to use his ability, but it may even be dangerous-to the world.

"I would like to go see him, and offer him my encouragement, experience, and understanding, but help?" Zedd shook his head. "I don't dare."

No one offered any objection. Verna, for one, had firsthand experience that very likely confirmed the truth of his words. The rest of them probably knew Richard well enough to understand much the same.

"May I help you find a spare tent, Zedd?" Verna finally asked. "You look like you could use some rest. In the morning, after you get a good night's rest, and we all think this over, we can talk more."

Warren, who had just been about to ask another question before Verna spoke first, looked disappointed, but nodded in agreement.

Zedd stretched his legs out straight as he yawned. "That would be best." The thought of the job ahead was daunting. He ached to see Richard, to help him, especially after searching for him for so long. Sometimes it was hard to leave people alone when that was what they most needed. "That would be best," he repeated, "I am tired."

"Summer be slipping away from us. The nights be turning chilly," Adie said as she pressed against Zedd's side. She looked up at him with her white eyes that in the lamplight had a soft amber cast. "Stay with me and warm my bones, old man?"

Zedd smiled as he embraced her. It was as much of a comfort to be with her again as he had expected. In fact, at that moment, if she had given him another hat with a feather, he would have donned it, and with a smile.

Worry, though, ached through his bones like an approaching storm.

"Zedd," Verna said, seeming to notice in his eyes the weight of his thoughts, "Richard is a war wizard who, as you say, has in the past proven his remarkable ability. He's a very resourceful young man. Besides that, he is none other than the Seeker himself and has the Sword of Truth with him for protection-a sword that I can testify he knows how to use. Kahlan is a Confessor-the Mother Confessorand is experienced in the use of her power.

They have a Mord-Sith with them. MordSith take no chances."