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 When he came into the room; Kahlan answered from the chair。 〃He came awake several times; but he is sleeping now。 Did you find the root you need?〃
 
 〃I wouldn't be here otherwise。 Did he have anything to say when he was awake?〃
 
 Kahlan smiled up at the old man。 〃Just that he was worried about you。〃
 
 He turned and went back into the front room; grumbling。 〃Not without good reason。〃
 
 Sitting at the table; he peeled the roots; cut them into thin wafers; put the wafers into a pot with some water; and then hung the pot on the crane over the fire。 He threw the peels and then two sticks of wood into the fire before going to the cupboard and pulling down a number of different…sized jars。 Without hesitation he selected first one jar; then another; pouring different…colored powders into a black stone mortar。 With a white pestle; he ground the reds; blues; yellows; browns; and greens together until it was all the color of dry mud。 After licking the end of his finger; he dipped it in the mortar to collect a sample。 He put the finger to his tongue for a taste and lifted an eyebrow while he smacked his lips and pondered。 At last he smiled and nodded in satisfaction。 He poured the powder into the pot; blending it in with a spoon from a hook at the side of the fireplace。 He stirred slowly while watching the concoction bubble。 For nearly two hours he stirred and watched。 When at last he determined that the work was done; he plunked the pot on the table to cool。
 
 Zedd collected a bowl and cloth and after a while called to Kahlan to e help him。 She came quickly to his side and he instructed her how to hold the cloth over the bowl while he poured the mixture through。
 
 He spun his 。finger around in the air。 〃Now twist the cloth around and around to squeeze the liquid out。 When it's all out; throw the cloth and its contents in the fire。〃 She looked at him; puzzled。 Zedd lifted an eyebrow。 〃The part left in there is poison。 Richard should be awake any time now; then we give him the liquid in the bowl。 You keep squeezing。 I will check on him。〃
 
 Zedd went into the bedroom; bent over Richard; and found him to be deeply unconscious。 He turned and saw that Kahlan's back was to him as she worked at her task。 He bent over; placing a middle finger to Richard's forehead。 Richard's eyes snapped open。
 
 〃Dear one;〃 Zedd called into the other room; 〃we are in luck。 He has just e awake。 Bring the bowl。〃
 
 Richard blinked。 〃Zedd? Are you all right? Is everything all right?〃
 
 〃Yes; yes; everything is fine。〃
 
 Kahlan came in holding the bowl carefully; trying not to spill any。 Zedd helped Richard sit up so he could drink。 When he finished; Zedd helped him to lie back down。
 
 〃That will make you sleep; and break the fever。 The next time you awake; you will be well; you have my word; so worry no more as you rest。〃
 
 〃Thank you; Zedd 。 。 。 。〃 Richard was asleep before he could say more。
 
 Zedd left and then returned with a tin plate; insisting that Kahlan take the chair。 〃The thorn will not be able to stand the root;〃 he explained。 〃It will have to leave his body。〃 He put the plate under Richard's hand and sat down on the edge of the bed to wait。 They both listened to Richard's deep breathing and the crackling of the fire from the other room; otherwise the house was still。 It was Zedd who broke the silence first。
 
 〃It is dangerous for a Confessor to travel alone; dear one。 Where is your wizard?〃
 
 She looked up at him with tired eyes。 〃My wizard sold his services to a queen。〃
 
 Zedd gave a disapproving scowl。 〃He abandoned his responsibilities to the Confessors? What is his name?〃
 
 〃Giller。〃
 
 〃Giller。〃 He repeated the name with a sour expression; then leaned toward her a bit。 〃So why did another not e with you?〃
 
 She gave him a hard look。 〃Because they are all dead; at their own hands。 Before they died; they all gathered and cast a web to see me safely through the boundary; with the guidance of a night wisp。〃 Zedd stood at this news。 Sadness and concern etched his face as he rubbed his chin。 〃You knew the wizards?〃 she asked。
 
 〃Yes; yes。 I lived in the Midlands a long time。〃
 
 〃And the great one? You know him also?〃
 
 Zedd smiled; rearranged his robes; and seated himself again。 〃You are persistent; dear one。 Yes; I knew the old wizard; once。 But even if you could find him; I don't think he would have anything to do with this business。 He would not be inclined to help the Midlands。〃
 
 Kahlan leaned forward; taking his hands in hers。 Her voice was soft but intense。
 
 〃Zedd; there are many people who disapprove of the High Council of the Midlands and its greed。 They wish it were not so; but they are just mon people who have no say。 They only wish to live their lives in peace。 Darken Rahl has taken the food that was stored for the ing winter and given it to the army。 They waste it; or let it rot; or sell it back to the people they stole it from。 Already there is hunger; this winter there will be death。 Fire has been outlawed。 People are cold。
 
 〃Rahl says it is all the great wizard's fault; for not ing forward to be put on trial as an enemy of the people。 He says the wizard has brought this on them; that he is to blame。 He doesn't explain how this could be; but many believe it anyway。 Many believe everything Rahl says; even though what they see with their own eyes should be enough to tell them otherwise。
 
 〃The wizards were under constant threat; and forbidden by edict from using magic。 They knew that sooner or later they would be used against the people。 They may have made mistakes' in the past; and disappointed their teacher; but the most important thing they were taught was to be protectors of the people and in 。 no way to bring them harm。 As their most loving act for the people; they gave their lives to stop Darken Rahl。 I think their teacher would have been proud。
 
 〃But this is not about just the Midlands。 The boundary between D'Hara and the Midlands is down; the boundary between the Midlands and Westland is failing; and soon it too will be down。 The people of Westland will be taken by the very thing they fear most: magic。 Terrible; frightening magic like none they have ever imagined。〃
 
 Zedd showed no emotion; offered no objection or opinion; only listened。 He continued to allow her to hold his hands。
 
 〃All I have said; the great wizard could have an argument for; but the fact that Darken Rahl has put the three boxes of Orden into play is something altogether different。 If he succeeds; then on the first day of winter it will be too late for anyone。 That includes the wizard。 Rahl already searches for him; it is personal vengeance he seeks。 Many have died because they could not offer his name。 When Rahl opens the correct box; though; he will have unchallenged power over all things living; and then the wizard will be his。 He can hide in Westland all he wants; but e the first day of winter; his hiding is over。 Darken Rahl will have him。〃
 
 There was bitterness in her expression。 〃Zedd; Darken Rahl has used quads to kill all the other Confessors。 I found my sister after they were finished with her。 She died in my arms。 With all the others dead; that leaves only me。 The wizards knew their teacher did not want to help; so they sent me as the last hope。 If he is too foolish to see that in helping me; he helps himself; then I must use my power against him; to make him help。〃
 
 Zedd raised an eyebrow。 〃And what is one dried…up old wizard to do against the power of this Darken Rahl?〃 He was now holding her hands in his。
 
 〃He must appoint a Seeker。〃
 
 〃What!〃 Zedd jumped to his feet。 〃Dear one; you don't know what you are talking about。〃
 
 Confused; Kahlan leaned back a little。 〃What do you mean?〃
 
 〃Seekers appoint themselves。 The wizard just sort of recognizes what has happened; and makes it official。〃
 
 〃I don't understand。 I thought the wizard picked the person; the right person。〃
 
 Zedd sat back down; rubbing his chin。 〃Well; that's true in a sense; but backwards。 A true Seeker; one who can make a difference; must show himself to be a Seeker。 The wizard doesn't point to som

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