Legend of the Mord'sith: Deception - Chapter 8 (1/2)
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: M
Word Count: ±4400/8800
Author: Mistresserin
Beta: Fifi - I bow to thee!
Author’s Note: See chapter one for disclaimers. Here’s chapter 8 - finally, I know, I know. Sorry for the delay, but it’s been hectic lately. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter Eight
Getting Cara on top of her horse and safely cradled in her arms, was no trouble with the help of Zedd's spell. It felt strangely… good to have her pressed against her chest, to feel the warmth of her breath against her neck, and not even Richard's heated stares and constant questioning about the blonde's state of awareness could darken her mood right now.
After they settled for the night, Zedd wandered to their chosen spot, Richard already away, hunting.
“I have to remove the spell, dear one. It's not wise to keep her under it for much longer.”
He pressed his hand against the blonde's forehead.
“Still hot; have her drink as much water as possible when she wakes up. With this heat and her fever, her body needs more water than usual.”
Kahlan nodded and held a limp, golden hand between her own.
“Can you release the spell from over there?”
Zedd raised an eyebrow in question.
“She won’t be happy if she can’t control the pain when she wakes up and you’re around to witness it.”
Zedd nodded, his blue eyes shining with understanding.
“You’re right, dear one. She’s doesn't need the aggravation right now.”
He patted her arm and left.
“I’ll go start the fire then.”
Kahlan returned her attention to the sleeping Mord’Sith, gently brushing the sweaty golden hair with long fingers, watching her face intently, waiting. A small frown followed a twitch of closed eyelids. Pouty lips pursed slightly into awareness, a low moan escaping without permission.
“Cara?”
The hand brushing the hair slowly made its way to a very warm cheek.
“Can you open your eyes?”
Pain filled green-blue eyes opened slightly and Kahlan’s heart clenched painfully.
“Oh Cara… I’m so sorry… This is my fault.”
“No…” Cara rasped her eyes only half-open.
“Yes, it is. If I hadn’t…”
“Don’t.”
Cara cut her off, forcing her voice to stay strong, her eyes opening just a trifle more.
“He would have done it sooner or later.” She licked her lips. “It’s better he takes it out on me than you… I can take it…”
Kahlan sighed. Stubborn thing! She grabbed the water skin from her side and helped her to a half sitting position, careful not to hurt her more than necessary.
“Drink this, you’ll feel better.”
Cara didn’t even put up a fight this time. She was just too tired. Her body ached all over, especially her ribs, the constant chills and sudden fever bouts making it difficult to concentrate and keep the pain away.
She hated this. She really, really did. Damn, petty excuse for Rahl!!
“We should leave… We’re wasting time…”
Khalan gave her a tender smile and put the water skin aside, but didn’t let go of her, cradling her closer instead.
“We left already; this is a new camp.”
Cara blinked, surprised, and looked around - it did look different!
“How…”
“Zedd spelled you so you could sleep. Richard can’t hurt you if you’re not awake.”
She couldn’t resist brushing her lips against the feverish forehead.
“I carried you on my horse.”
“Why are you doing this?”
Cara asked softly, nuzzling against the warm, nice smelling chest of the Confessor without conscious thought; she just couldn’t muster the strength to fight her cravings right now, and she craved that comforting touch more than anything. She’d worry about the meaning of all that later.
“Because I care about you, Cara. I…”
“Ah! I see you’ve finally decided to join us!”
They both looked up to see Richard standing in front of them, arms crossed over his chest. He gave them a mocking smile.
“Are all Mord’Sith this… fragile?”
“Richard…” Kahlan growled warningly at him.
“Even the strongest Mord’Sith can fall ill, Lord Rahl. After all, we’re only human,”
Cara answered evenly, her eyebrow lifting just enough to shy away from being insolent.
“Human…” he seemed to consider, only dismissing it just as quickly. “I’m tired and need to rest; you’re doing both my watch and yours. You’ve been slouching for far too long.”
“You can’t do that!” Kahlan spluttered angrily.
Richard gave her a cold smile, silently daring her.
“Of course I can.” His cold brown eyes burned into to hers, his voice calm. “She’s mine.”
“She belongs to no one but herself!”
Kahlan shot back heatedly. How dare he?! She opened her mouth to continue, but a whispered plea against her ear stopped her short.
“I’ve revoked her freedom; hers and all other Mord’Sith - they’re all mine!”
His cold smile slowly transformed into a very good rendition of Darken’s condescending smile - maybe it was a family trait after all.
“So start saying your goodbyes, Mother Confessor, because unless you’re coming back with me to D’Hara as my wife, you’ll never see your beloved friend again.”
A satisfied smirk crossed his lips.
“You know, Lord Rahl, you really are just like any other Rahl: cruel, petty, and spoiled.”She gave him a hard stare.
“No, I take it back; Darken has a brain and actually knows how to use it. You, on the other hand, act like a spoiled, brainless brat.”
A wicked little smile played on her lips.
“Darken would never force one of his Mord’Sith to take watch if she wasn’t up to it. He would never risk his own life like this - he would never be this stupid and careless.”
Richard’s nostrils flared with barely contained anger. How dare she compare him to Darken?! His hands balled into fists at his side, his breathing ragged. He had to control his anger; she was trying to goad him and he would not give her the satisfaction! Not yet. Not yet!
Dismissing her quickly, he turned on his heel and left without a glance back.
“I’m so glad we’re almost in Aydindril,” Kahlan mumbled against the blonde head resting on her shoulder, “Zedd needs to go up to the Keep.”
“That’s not going to change anything…” Cara mumbled, closing her eyes again. She was just so tired…
“What do you mean?” Kahlan peered at her, curious.
“His control over the bond is growing… I feel… darkness whenever he uses it…” Cara said, her voice barely heard.
Kahlan closed her eyes in quiet despair. She wouldn’t give up on him, she just wouldn’t!
“I can’t give up yet, Cara. He means too much to me.”
“Of course he does; you love him…”
Cara muttered as if it was perfectly logical, even if her heart clenched at the words and she didn’t know why. Stupid, useless thing.
Kahlan swallowed, her eyes fixed intently on the sick woman.
“I’m not in love with him anymore.”
She felt the body in her arms tense up quickly; felt the sudden hitch in Cara’s breath; the thundering heartbeat against her chest - her own heart beating wildly at the reaction.
Cara opened slightly glazed eyes and looked up at beautiful woman holding her so close, trying to make some sense of all the nonsense she was hearing. This wasn’t good. She couldn’t just stop being in love with Richard! They were going to get married and have babies, and live happily ever after. That’s what was meant to be; that’s how it had to be! But those bright blue eyes were staring down at her in that way that left her bare and exposed, that made her heart flutter and crave things; things she couldn’t really make sense of.
“No?” her voice sounded much softer than either expected.
“No.” Kahlan smiled unexpectedly. “I’m not.”
“Oh… Why not?” The question left her mouth before she could even think about it.
“I don’t think either of us was ever in love with each other. Besides, there are other… things to consider,” Kahlan answered truthfully.
“Other things?” Cara frowned, shivering perceptibly.
Kahlan touched her forehead and sighed, taking full advantage of the distraction to keep from explaining herself further.
“Your fever’s up again, Cara.”
Kahlan helped her lay back down and wrapped the blanket closer around her.
“You can’t possibly be on watch tonight.”
“I have my orders…”
“Cara…”
“I can handle it…”
“No, you cannot, Cara!” Kahlan whispered fiercely, her eyes flashing angrily. “Stop being so damn stubborn!”
Cara blinked at her, not expecting the outburst.
“If I defy him again, he'll…”
Kahlan grabbed her chin rather roughly and forced Cara to look up at her, her eyes devoid of humor.
“I'll kill him if he dares hurt you again and this time not even you can stop me, do you understand?”
Cara just stared at her.
“Do you?”
Cara nodded dumbly and Kahlan nodded back, seemingly satisfied.
“You need to rest.”
Cara swallowed, not daring to look up at her.
“You should help Zedd set up camp…”
“Zedd can handle it, don’t worry about it.”
“He’s going to stop to eat every quarter candle mark and we won’t have a fire going by nightfall…” she grumbled, her eyes closing against her will.
“I’ll keep an eye on him from here, don’t worry.”
Kahlan couldn’t resist touching the warm forehead, an amused smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
“Sleep now. I’ll keep you company, all right?”
Cara nodded slowly, her uncovered hand instinctively finding Kahlan’s free one and holding it securely.
Kahlan smiled down at her sweet, grumpy Mord’Sith and snuggled down next to her. Tomorrow they would be at Aydindril’s border and she could send Richard away with Zedd, and give Cara a break from the last few days. Hopefully Zedd would find answers quickly and they could finally stop this madness.
##
Zedd made sure to keep Cara asleep all night long, sharing Cara’s watch with Kahlan. Of course, Cara was not happy when she woke up the next day, but one look from Kahlan and the fierce Mord’Sith refrained from commenting, settling for grumbling under her breath instead. Surprisingly, Richard kept mostly to himself, only his dark brown eyes betraying his rage for his lack of control over his own Mord’Sith.
They lifted camp quickly and started on their way. Soon, they would reach the border of Aydindril and Zedd would leave with Richard. Kahlan pulled the sleeping Mord’Sith closer to her glad Zedd had put her to sleep again. Richard wouldn’t be happy when she forced him to travel ahead to Aydindril with Zedd and she didn’t want him to take it out on the sick, defenseless woman.
It took them more than half a day to reach the border - far more than expected - and now they stood on a high ledge, mounted on their horses, taking in the mystical beauty of Aydindril. It’s palaces gleamed in the fading twighlight and narrow streets led to colorful markets, with the Wizard’s Keep looming silently behind the majestic white walls of the Confessor’s hometown.
“By this time tomorrow, we’ll be at the gates of Aydindril.”
Zedd smiled fondly at the young Mother Confessor. Kahlan gave him a tight smile, her eyes moving to Richard.
“I’ll be at the gates tomorrow. You’ll arrive today, late night if you ride nonstop.”
Richard immediately turned hard, dark eyes on her, his face a hardened mask.
“And why aren’t we all going together?”
“Zedd needs to get to the Keep as soon as possible,” Kahlan replied evenly.
Richard’s lips moved into a cynical smile.
“That eager to help me, my love?”
Kahlan’s face remained impassive, the mask of the Mother Confessor firmly on. This man was definitely not the friend she adored.
“No, eager to help her.”
The condescending smile he was getting so good at dropped from his face in an instant and she felt the satisfaction flow through her.
“Well, she’s not going anywhere without me,” he said, fire burning in his dark eyes.
A slow, dangerous smile stretched the Mother Confessor’s lips.
“You have no power here, Lord Rahl. This is Aydindril. My word is final here, even when it concerns the affairs of D’Hara.”
“She goes where I go.” His upper lip curled dangerously, his hand on her hilt of his sword, its power fueling his anger. “She’s mine.”
“She belongs to no one but herself.” She cut him off before he could reply. “You’ll go with Zedd to Aydindril and we’ll all meet there tomorrow. That’s an order, Lord Rahl.”
“I’m eager to know how you are going to force me to comply, Mother Confessor, and don’t bother threatening me with confession, because we both know I’m immune to it.”
But before she could open her mouth and order Zedd to force that insufferable smile off his face, the sound of heavy hoofs reached their ears. Differences instantly forgotten, their hands quickly reached for their trusted weapons, ready for whatever came their way.
“Mother Confessor!”
A distinct male voice called out to her, the words coming from somewhere behind the trees, even though she couldn´t make out who was calling out to her. Zedd quickly moved to her side, ready to protect them from whoever was coming their way.
The sound of horse hoofs drew closer and closer, until a cluster of riders came out from around the trees, all bearing the colors of the Home Guard, with Kelter in the lead.
Kahlan let out a sigh of relief, her smile coming unbidden at the sight of her men; her soldiers.
“That is how I’m going to force you, Lord Rahl.” She nodded at the burly soldier in the lead, a slight smile still playing her lips. “We meet again, Keltar.”
Keltar bowed his head in deference to his queen.
“Your sister sends her regards, Mother Confessor.”
Kahlan nodded, pleased.
“Choose a quad to escort the First Wizard and Lord Rahl to Aydindril. They leave now.”
Keltar blinked at her, surprised. Lord Rahl?! That bastard was going to Aydindril? Maybe the Mother Confessor and the Seeker captured him and he was finally being brought to trial for his crimes against the Midlands. Yes, that made sense.
“My Lady it's very close to sundown. It’s not wise to ride out with a quad to escort such a notorious criminal. Quads of Mord’Sith might be following and attack.”
Keltar glanced covertly at the sleeping Mord’Sith in his Queen’s arms.
“We might lose our prisoner over recklessness.”
Richard chuckled, amused.
“Your captain is right, Kahlan. You should listen to him.”
Keltar lifted a dark eyebrow at this Seeker of Truth - he wasn’t really fond of him, no matter how heroic he was.
Kahlan opened her mouth to speak, but Zedd interrupted her rant.
“I’m afraid I have to agree, dear one.”
Zedd cringed visibly at the heated stare the Mother Confessor was sending his way, but he stood his ground nonetheless. He was a Wizard of the First Order after all - that had to count for something.
“Dusk is always prone to… incidents. Let’s not tempt fate.”
Kahlan gritted her teeth, not pleased at all, and the insufferable smile Richard was sending her way was not helping matters!
“You’re right, Keltar, of course.” she finally admitted, good judgment finally winning.
“The heat must be affecting my judgment.”
She looked around the small clearing and seemed satisfied with the location.
“Set out a perimeter and have your scouts look around. Let's set up camp.” She pinned the dark haired soldier with cold blue eyes.
“And make sure that Lord Rahl is properly escorted. I don’t want him anywhere near my tent.”
“As you command, Mother Confessor. And where is Lord Rahl?”
Kahlan pointed with her chin to an amused looking Richard.
“There’s your Lord Rahl. And before you ask, yes, he is the Seeker as well.”
“Oh!”
Keltar nodded as if in understanding. He peered curiously at the blonde Mord’Sith lying in his queen’s arms. The woman was obviously not well; he could tell her skin was clammy and pale, her hair wet and unruly from the fever - usual signs of sickness.
“What about the Mord’Sith?”
“She stays with me,” she said in a voice that left no room for more questions.
“Of course.” He bowed his head and headed back to his men.
After camp was set and the perimeter secured, with Richard securely guarded in his tent, Kahlan finally moved to the tent she would share with the sick Mord’Sith. Zedd had made sure to remove the spell from Cara after another unsuccessful attempt at healing, hoping Richard would behave - it wasn’t wise to keep her under it for such lengths of time.
Cara drifted in and out of consciousness, never really regaining her awareness until late that night, when the activity at the small camp finally died down. She opened her eyes slightly at the feel of someone giving her water. Disoriented from the fever and induced sleep, for a moment, she felt lost not knowing who was being so kind to her, but she certainly did know she didn’t deserve it. She would have to thank them later. Kahlan would be proud of her.
“Cara?”
Her weary and foggy mind immediately recognized the soft tones. Of course! Who else would be this kind to her; who else would care for her?
“Kahlan…” she winced at her rough, barely heard voice.
“Can you open your eyes?”
The cold cloth pressed against her hot skin brought some much needed relief. She took a deep breath and forced her eyes to open a trifle more, focusing immediately on the beautiful sapphire eyes so close to hers.
Too close.
“Welcome back.”
Sapphire eyes danced happily at her, the smile easily heard in the soft voice. Cara let herself just breathe for a few moments, concentrating on not losing focus on those captivating eyes; on not losing herself.
“W-where…?” she had to clear her throat.
“Dennee sent an escort to meet with us. They set up a tent for us.”
Kahlan smiled down at her.
“How do you feel?”
Cara opened her mouth to answer, but a finger covered her lips and forced her to stop.
“The truth, Cara. Don’t lie to me.”
Cara sighed and closed her eyes, uncomfortable. She didn’t have to tell her anything and she wouldn’t! Mord’Sith did not admit to weakness, especially not to a Confessor!
“Like a herd of Shadrins just ran over me and then came back to stomp on me again…” Damn Confessor!
Kahlan winced.
“We’ll arrive in Aydindril tomorrow. I’m sure Zedd will have found something by then.”
Cara frowned. “Zedd…”
“We’ve set camp for the night, but they’ll ride out at first light to Aydindril. Zedd needs to get to the Keep and Richard needs to stay away from you.”
A frustrated sigh.
“Even if there’s nothing I can do about that now.”
Cara blinked at the Mother Confessor.
“But…”
“If Richard is away from you, he can’t hurt you.” Kahlan interrupted, a no nonsense look on her face.
“I won’t allow him to keep hurting you like this!”
Cara just stared at her for the longest time, her green-blue eyes barely open. She finally nodded her agreement, actually feeling relieved that Richard would be away from her. She was tired of hurting, tired of not being able to defend herself!
Kahlan gave her a warm smile, glad the stubborn woman wasn’t going to give her trouble on this.
“Here, let me help you. You need to eat.”
“Not hungry…” Cara mumbled but didn’t stop her.
“Don’t be stubborn…” Kahlan grumbled as she moved her to a sitting position.
Cara groaned slightly, her eyes closing against the sudden dizziness. The blanket covering her fell down, exposing her bare shoulders.
“Huh?” Cara opened her eyes slightly when she realized she wasn’t wearing a tunic, that she was in fact naked.
Kahlan blushed furiously and tightened her lips.
“I… hum… You were sweaty and… I…” Kahlan swallowed, stuttering. “I gave you a cloth bath…”
“Oh…”
Cara let out a sultry grin - one that the fever and paleness did nothing to diminish.
“See anything you liked, Confessor?”
Kahlan blushed fiercely. She knew Cara was only teasing her. It was part of her personality - she couldn’t help herself -, but for some reason, it still made her blush and lose her wits. Cara chuckled happily, but the naughty little laugh quickly transformed into an awful cough, leaving her breathless and heaving.
“Take slow and deep breaths, Cara.”
Kahlan helped her back down and pulled the covers up quickly.
“Teach me… not to tease you…” Cara kept her eyes closed -it helped her concentrate on her breathing.
“You can tease me all you want. I just want you to get well.” Kahlan kissed her forehead tenderly.
“I miss talking to you.”
Cara’s lips twitched a little.
“You miss talking to me because I don’t babble back.”
“Mm… that too,” Kahlan smiled at her, “but when you do babble back, you always know what to say.”
“Of course… I’m Mord’Sith.”
Kahlan chuckled.
“And you’re funny too, especially if you’re trying not to.”
“Mm…”
Cara opened her eyes. There she was talking about her again. Huh!
“Can I have some water, please?”
“Of course.”
Kahlan smiled covertly at the unconscious politeness of the woman, something that had never happened before.
She helped her with her drink and then helped dress, blushing furiously, of course.
##
Richard opened his eyes, quickly adjusting to the darkness of the warm tent he shared with his snoring grandfather. Sure enough, the old fool was deeply asleep - finally! - and he could now make his move. Cara was becoming too much of a risk. A risk he could not afford to take. She had to be taken care of.
Now, all he had to do was slip out of this forsaken tent without alerting the guards outside - not a problem for an experienced woods guide such as himself - and get rid of his little problem, without waking Kahlan in process.
Expertly, he slipped through a tear in the back of the tent, quietly lifting the waxed material, and made his way to Kahlan’s tent, unseen. He smiled smugly as he actually passed a guard just a breath away from him, completely unnoticed. He chukled to himself. This was the famous Home Guard? The elite guard of Aydindril?! He was amused. This was going to be a lot easier than he thought. Now, all he had to do was figure out a way to get rid of the annoying woman without arising suspicion to her sudden demise.
##
Kahlan woke with a start, quickly half sitting in her cot, a dagger firmly held in her right hand. Breathing quickly, she looked around the small tent, unsure of what had woken her. She couldn’t see anything unusual in the semi-darkened tent; couldn’t hear anything either. Maybe it was Cara. Maybe her fever was up again and she was having some feverish dream - again.
She quickly checked on the woman sleeping beside her, feeling better when she realized she was still sound asleep, her fever somewhat down.
Still, there was this chill, at the pit of her stomach that was gnawing at her. Something wasn’t right and she couldn’t figure out what it was. She frowned, unhappy.
##
Richard slipped between the trees surrounding the camp unoticed, taking full advantage of the shadows cast by the half moon. He stood behind a tall tree for a long time, watching; waiting.
Satisfied that all was quiet and he could make his move, Richard moved carefully from behind his hidding place, his eyes darting quickly from one side to another, checking his surroundings. He approached the tent from behind and moved to a crouching position, his head tilting slightly to the side in a listening manner.
When the only sound he could detect was the soft rustle of the leaves, gently swayed by the night's breeze, he cut a rough line close to one of the supporting poles, making it look like a tear, very much like what he’d done in his own tent. Silently, he sheathed his dagger and started to pull the waxed fabric just enough so he could slip inside.
A cold, sharp edge dangerously pressed to his neck made him stop cold.
“Something you need, Seeker?”
Richard's nostrils flared at the humiliation of being caught, his anger bubbling wildly inside!
“Keltar,” he started, forcing a smile to his face, “I just wanted to check on Kahlan. She hasn't been herself lately.” he sighed dramatically, careful to keep his voice down. “This Mord'Sith is turning her against us - against me.”
Richard started to rise to his full height slowly, careful not to provoke a reaction from the man, who still kept the tip of his sword pressed to his exposed throat.
“I just need to talk to her a little. If she's away from her, she'll listen to what I have to say.”
Keltar nodded as if in understanding.
“So, what you're telling me is that this woman was able to trick a wizard of the First Order and the Mother Confessor.” Keltar frowned. “And I suppose this is the part I forget you're Lord Rahl, who is under armed escort by the Home Guard, and believe in you.”
Richard just stared at him, his eyes hardening as he realized that even if he was telling the truth, this man was loyal to his Queen and would never go against her wishes.
“Keltar, don't do this.”
His hand moved covertly to the hilt of his sword. How dared he threaten him?! He would not live to see another moment; he was no match for the Seeker of Truth!
“You'll…”
“I wouldn't do that if I were you, Lord Rhal.”
The threat was whispered against his ear, just as a cold, sharp blade rested against the arm trying to reach his sword. Richard turned slowly around to face the darkened blue eyes of the Mother Confessor, her face devoid of emotion.
“You didn’t answer his question, Lord Rahl: something you need?”
Richard had to bite the inside of his cheek to control the sudden urge to lash out and hit her.
“Kahlan,” he started saying, his voice coming out soothingly, “we need to talk, please.”
“We have nothing else to talk about, Richard. Your actions of late reflect your… intentions quite clearly,” she said, despise coloring her voice, though her face remained impassive. “You didn’t come here to talk to me, you came here to hurt her, Richard.”
“Kahlan…”
Richard tried to move closer, but two sharp edges pressed harder against his skin and he stopped.
“We’re done here, Richard.”
Her voice bore no room for argument, her eyes never leaving the seething man.
“Keltar, escort Lord Rahl back to his tent, and this time, make sure to put a guard inside.”
“Yes, my Queen.”
“I would stay put if I were you, Richard, unless you want to arrive in Aydindril as my prisoner instead of my guest.”
Richard gave her a cold smile, but made no attempt to fight. He was outnumbered, and though that didn’t exactly pose a problem for the Seeker of Truth, he had to consider he would also be up against the Mother Confessor and a Wizard of the First Order. He would live to see another day and win this war.
“And Keltar?” Kahlan called out to her captain as he escorted Richard back to his tent.
“Yes, my Lady?”
“Make sure they leave at first light. I’d rather not have him around when I wake up.”
Keltar bowed his head.
“I’ll escort them personally, with your permission.”
Kahlan nodded her agreement and turned her back on them, without ever glancing back.
##
Part 2
Rating: M
Word Count: ±4400/8800
Author: Mistresserin
Beta: Fifi - I bow to thee!
Author’s Note: See chapter one for disclaimers. Here’s chapter 8 - finally, I know, I know. Sorry for the delay, but it’s been hectic lately. Hope you enjoy it.
Chapter Eight
Getting Cara on top of her horse and safely cradled in her arms, was no trouble with the help of Zedd's spell. It felt strangely… good to have her pressed against her chest, to feel the warmth of her breath against her neck, and not even Richard's heated stares and constant questioning about the blonde's state of awareness could darken her mood right now.
After they settled for the night, Zedd wandered to their chosen spot, Richard already away, hunting.
“I have to remove the spell, dear one. It's not wise to keep her under it for much longer.”
He pressed his hand against the blonde's forehead.
“Still hot; have her drink as much water as possible when she wakes up. With this heat and her fever, her body needs more water than usual.”
Kahlan nodded and held a limp, golden hand between her own.
“Can you release the spell from over there?”
Zedd raised an eyebrow in question.
“She won’t be happy if she can’t control the pain when she wakes up and you’re around to witness it.”
Zedd nodded, his blue eyes shining with understanding.
“You’re right, dear one. She’s doesn't need the aggravation right now.”
He patted her arm and left.
“I’ll go start the fire then.”
Kahlan returned her attention to the sleeping Mord’Sith, gently brushing the sweaty golden hair with long fingers, watching her face intently, waiting. A small frown followed a twitch of closed eyelids. Pouty lips pursed slightly into awareness, a low moan escaping without permission.
“Cara?”
The hand brushing the hair slowly made its way to a very warm cheek.
“Can you open your eyes?”
Pain filled green-blue eyes opened slightly and Kahlan’s heart clenched painfully.
“Oh Cara… I’m so sorry… This is my fault.”
“No…” Cara rasped her eyes only half-open.
“Yes, it is. If I hadn’t…”
“Don’t.”
Cara cut her off, forcing her voice to stay strong, her eyes opening just a trifle more.
“He would have done it sooner or later.” She licked her lips. “It’s better he takes it out on me than you… I can take it…”
Kahlan sighed. Stubborn thing! She grabbed the water skin from her side and helped her to a half sitting position, careful not to hurt her more than necessary.
“Drink this, you’ll feel better.”
Cara didn’t even put up a fight this time. She was just too tired. Her body ached all over, especially her ribs, the constant chills and sudden fever bouts making it difficult to concentrate and keep the pain away.
She hated this. She really, really did. Damn, petty excuse for Rahl!!
“We should leave… We’re wasting time…”
Khalan gave her a tender smile and put the water skin aside, but didn’t let go of her, cradling her closer instead.
“We left already; this is a new camp.”
Cara blinked, surprised, and looked around - it did look different!
“How…”
“Zedd spelled you so you could sleep. Richard can’t hurt you if you’re not awake.”
She couldn’t resist brushing her lips against the feverish forehead.
“I carried you on my horse.”
“Why are you doing this?”
Cara asked softly, nuzzling against the warm, nice smelling chest of the Confessor without conscious thought; she just couldn’t muster the strength to fight her cravings right now, and she craved that comforting touch more than anything. She’d worry about the meaning of all that later.
“Because I care about you, Cara. I…”
“Ah! I see you’ve finally decided to join us!”
They both looked up to see Richard standing in front of them, arms crossed over his chest. He gave them a mocking smile.
“Are all Mord’Sith this… fragile?”
“Richard…” Kahlan growled warningly at him.
“Even the strongest Mord’Sith can fall ill, Lord Rahl. After all, we’re only human,”
Cara answered evenly, her eyebrow lifting just enough to shy away from being insolent.
“Human…” he seemed to consider, only dismissing it just as quickly. “I’m tired and need to rest; you’re doing both my watch and yours. You’ve been slouching for far too long.”
“You can’t do that!” Kahlan spluttered angrily.
Richard gave her a cold smile, silently daring her.
“Of course I can.” His cold brown eyes burned into to hers, his voice calm. “She’s mine.”
“She belongs to no one but herself!”
Kahlan shot back heatedly. How dare he?! She opened her mouth to continue, but a whispered plea against her ear stopped her short.
“I’ve revoked her freedom; hers and all other Mord’Sith - they’re all mine!”
His cold smile slowly transformed into a very good rendition of Darken’s condescending smile - maybe it was a family trait after all.
“So start saying your goodbyes, Mother Confessor, because unless you’re coming back with me to D’Hara as my wife, you’ll never see your beloved friend again.”
A satisfied smirk crossed his lips.
“You know, Lord Rahl, you really are just like any other Rahl: cruel, petty, and spoiled.”She gave him a hard stare.
“No, I take it back; Darken has a brain and actually knows how to use it. You, on the other hand, act like a spoiled, brainless brat.”
A wicked little smile played on her lips.
“Darken would never force one of his Mord’Sith to take watch if she wasn’t up to it. He would never risk his own life like this - he would never be this stupid and careless.”
Richard’s nostrils flared with barely contained anger. How dare she compare him to Darken?! His hands balled into fists at his side, his breathing ragged. He had to control his anger; she was trying to goad him and he would not give her the satisfaction! Not yet. Not yet!
Dismissing her quickly, he turned on his heel and left without a glance back.
“I’m so glad we’re almost in Aydindril,” Kahlan mumbled against the blonde head resting on her shoulder, “Zedd needs to go up to the Keep.”
“That’s not going to change anything…” Cara mumbled, closing her eyes again. She was just so tired…
“What do you mean?” Kahlan peered at her, curious.
“His control over the bond is growing… I feel… darkness whenever he uses it…” Cara said, her voice barely heard.
Kahlan closed her eyes in quiet despair. She wouldn’t give up on him, she just wouldn’t!
“I can’t give up yet, Cara. He means too much to me.”
“Of course he does; you love him…”
Cara muttered as if it was perfectly logical, even if her heart clenched at the words and she didn’t know why. Stupid, useless thing.
Kahlan swallowed, her eyes fixed intently on the sick woman.
“I’m not in love with him anymore.”
She felt the body in her arms tense up quickly; felt the sudden hitch in Cara’s breath; the thundering heartbeat against her chest - her own heart beating wildly at the reaction.
Cara opened slightly glazed eyes and looked up at beautiful woman holding her so close, trying to make some sense of all the nonsense she was hearing. This wasn’t good. She couldn’t just stop being in love with Richard! They were going to get married and have babies, and live happily ever after. That’s what was meant to be; that’s how it had to be! But those bright blue eyes were staring down at her in that way that left her bare and exposed, that made her heart flutter and crave things; things she couldn’t really make sense of.
“No?” her voice sounded much softer than either expected.
“No.” Kahlan smiled unexpectedly. “I’m not.”
“Oh… Why not?” The question left her mouth before she could even think about it.
“I don’t think either of us was ever in love with each other. Besides, there are other… things to consider,” Kahlan answered truthfully.
“Other things?” Cara frowned, shivering perceptibly.
Kahlan touched her forehead and sighed, taking full advantage of the distraction to keep from explaining herself further.
“Your fever’s up again, Cara.”
Kahlan helped her lay back down and wrapped the blanket closer around her.
“You can’t possibly be on watch tonight.”
“I have my orders…”
“Cara…”
“I can handle it…”
“No, you cannot, Cara!” Kahlan whispered fiercely, her eyes flashing angrily. “Stop being so damn stubborn!”
Cara blinked at her, not expecting the outburst.
“If I defy him again, he'll…”
Kahlan grabbed her chin rather roughly and forced Cara to look up at her, her eyes devoid of humor.
“I'll kill him if he dares hurt you again and this time not even you can stop me, do you understand?”
Cara just stared at her.
“Do you?”
Cara nodded dumbly and Kahlan nodded back, seemingly satisfied.
“You need to rest.”
Cara swallowed, not daring to look up at her.
“You should help Zedd set up camp…”
“Zedd can handle it, don’t worry about it.”
“He’s going to stop to eat every quarter candle mark and we won’t have a fire going by nightfall…” she grumbled, her eyes closing against her will.
“I’ll keep an eye on him from here, don’t worry.”
Kahlan couldn’t resist touching the warm forehead, an amused smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
“Sleep now. I’ll keep you company, all right?”
Cara nodded slowly, her uncovered hand instinctively finding Kahlan’s free one and holding it securely.
Kahlan smiled down at her sweet, grumpy Mord’Sith and snuggled down next to her. Tomorrow they would be at Aydindril’s border and she could send Richard away with Zedd, and give Cara a break from the last few days. Hopefully Zedd would find answers quickly and they could finally stop this madness.
##
Zedd made sure to keep Cara asleep all night long, sharing Cara’s watch with Kahlan. Of course, Cara was not happy when she woke up the next day, but one look from Kahlan and the fierce Mord’Sith refrained from commenting, settling for grumbling under her breath instead. Surprisingly, Richard kept mostly to himself, only his dark brown eyes betraying his rage for his lack of control over his own Mord’Sith.
They lifted camp quickly and started on their way. Soon, they would reach the border of Aydindril and Zedd would leave with Richard. Kahlan pulled the sleeping Mord’Sith closer to her glad Zedd had put her to sleep again. Richard wouldn’t be happy when she forced him to travel ahead to Aydindril with Zedd and she didn’t want him to take it out on the sick, defenseless woman.
It took them more than half a day to reach the border - far more than expected - and now they stood on a high ledge, mounted on their horses, taking in the mystical beauty of Aydindril. It’s palaces gleamed in the fading twighlight and narrow streets led to colorful markets, with the Wizard’s Keep looming silently behind the majestic white walls of the Confessor’s hometown.
“By this time tomorrow, we’ll be at the gates of Aydindril.”
Zedd smiled fondly at the young Mother Confessor. Kahlan gave him a tight smile, her eyes moving to Richard.
“I’ll be at the gates tomorrow. You’ll arrive today, late night if you ride nonstop.”
Richard immediately turned hard, dark eyes on her, his face a hardened mask.
“And why aren’t we all going together?”
“Zedd needs to get to the Keep as soon as possible,” Kahlan replied evenly.
Richard’s lips moved into a cynical smile.
“That eager to help me, my love?”
Kahlan’s face remained impassive, the mask of the Mother Confessor firmly on. This man was definitely not the friend she adored.
“No, eager to help her.”
The condescending smile he was getting so good at dropped from his face in an instant and she felt the satisfaction flow through her.
“Well, she’s not going anywhere without me,” he said, fire burning in his dark eyes.
A slow, dangerous smile stretched the Mother Confessor’s lips.
“You have no power here, Lord Rahl. This is Aydindril. My word is final here, even when it concerns the affairs of D’Hara.”
“She goes where I go.” His upper lip curled dangerously, his hand on her hilt of his sword, its power fueling his anger. “She’s mine.”
“She belongs to no one but herself.” She cut him off before he could reply. “You’ll go with Zedd to Aydindril and we’ll all meet there tomorrow. That’s an order, Lord Rahl.”
“I’m eager to know how you are going to force me to comply, Mother Confessor, and don’t bother threatening me with confession, because we both know I’m immune to it.”
But before she could open her mouth and order Zedd to force that insufferable smile off his face, the sound of heavy hoofs reached their ears. Differences instantly forgotten, their hands quickly reached for their trusted weapons, ready for whatever came their way.
“Mother Confessor!”
A distinct male voice called out to her, the words coming from somewhere behind the trees, even though she couldn´t make out who was calling out to her. Zedd quickly moved to her side, ready to protect them from whoever was coming their way.
The sound of horse hoofs drew closer and closer, until a cluster of riders came out from around the trees, all bearing the colors of the Home Guard, with Kelter in the lead.
Kahlan let out a sigh of relief, her smile coming unbidden at the sight of her men; her soldiers.
“That is how I’m going to force you, Lord Rahl.” She nodded at the burly soldier in the lead, a slight smile still playing her lips. “We meet again, Keltar.”
Keltar bowed his head in deference to his queen.
“Your sister sends her regards, Mother Confessor.”
Kahlan nodded, pleased.
“Choose a quad to escort the First Wizard and Lord Rahl to Aydindril. They leave now.”
Keltar blinked at her, surprised. Lord Rahl?! That bastard was going to Aydindril? Maybe the Mother Confessor and the Seeker captured him and he was finally being brought to trial for his crimes against the Midlands. Yes, that made sense.
“My Lady it's very close to sundown. It’s not wise to ride out with a quad to escort such a notorious criminal. Quads of Mord’Sith might be following and attack.”
Keltar glanced covertly at the sleeping Mord’Sith in his Queen’s arms.
“We might lose our prisoner over recklessness.”
Richard chuckled, amused.
“Your captain is right, Kahlan. You should listen to him.”
Keltar lifted a dark eyebrow at this Seeker of Truth - he wasn’t really fond of him, no matter how heroic he was.
Kahlan opened her mouth to speak, but Zedd interrupted her rant.
“I’m afraid I have to agree, dear one.”
Zedd cringed visibly at the heated stare the Mother Confessor was sending his way, but he stood his ground nonetheless. He was a Wizard of the First Order after all - that had to count for something.
“Dusk is always prone to… incidents. Let’s not tempt fate.”
Kahlan gritted her teeth, not pleased at all, and the insufferable smile Richard was sending her way was not helping matters!
“You’re right, Keltar, of course.” she finally admitted, good judgment finally winning.
“The heat must be affecting my judgment.”
She looked around the small clearing and seemed satisfied with the location.
“Set out a perimeter and have your scouts look around. Let's set up camp.” She pinned the dark haired soldier with cold blue eyes.
“And make sure that Lord Rahl is properly escorted. I don’t want him anywhere near my tent.”
“As you command, Mother Confessor. And where is Lord Rahl?”
Kahlan pointed with her chin to an amused looking Richard.
“There’s your Lord Rahl. And before you ask, yes, he is the Seeker as well.”
“Oh!”
Keltar nodded as if in understanding. He peered curiously at the blonde Mord’Sith lying in his queen’s arms. The woman was obviously not well; he could tell her skin was clammy and pale, her hair wet and unruly from the fever - usual signs of sickness.
“What about the Mord’Sith?”
“She stays with me,” she said in a voice that left no room for more questions.
“Of course.” He bowed his head and headed back to his men.
After camp was set and the perimeter secured, with Richard securely guarded in his tent, Kahlan finally moved to the tent she would share with the sick Mord’Sith. Zedd had made sure to remove the spell from Cara after another unsuccessful attempt at healing, hoping Richard would behave - it wasn’t wise to keep her under it for such lengths of time.
Cara drifted in and out of consciousness, never really regaining her awareness until late that night, when the activity at the small camp finally died down. She opened her eyes slightly at the feel of someone giving her water. Disoriented from the fever and induced sleep, for a moment, she felt lost not knowing who was being so kind to her, but she certainly did know she didn’t deserve it. She would have to thank them later. Kahlan would be proud of her.
“Cara?”
Her weary and foggy mind immediately recognized the soft tones. Of course! Who else would be this kind to her; who else would care for her?
“Kahlan…” she winced at her rough, barely heard voice.
“Can you open your eyes?”
The cold cloth pressed against her hot skin brought some much needed relief. She took a deep breath and forced her eyes to open a trifle more, focusing immediately on the beautiful sapphire eyes so close to hers.
Too close.
“Welcome back.”
Sapphire eyes danced happily at her, the smile easily heard in the soft voice. Cara let herself just breathe for a few moments, concentrating on not losing focus on those captivating eyes; on not losing herself.
“W-where…?” she had to clear her throat.
“Dennee sent an escort to meet with us. They set up a tent for us.”
Kahlan smiled down at her.
“How do you feel?”
Cara opened her mouth to answer, but a finger covered her lips and forced her to stop.
“The truth, Cara. Don’t lie to me.”
Cara sighed and closed her eyes, uncomfortable. She didn’t have to tell her anything and she wouldn’t! Mord’Sith did not admit to weakness, especially not to a Confessor!
“Like a herd of Shadrins just ran over me and then came back to stomp on me again…” Damn Confessor!
Kahlan winced.
“We’ll arrive in Aydindril tomorrow. I’m sure Zedd will have found something by then.”
Cara frowned. “Zedd…”
“We’ve set camp for the night, but they’ll ride out at first light to Aydindril. Zedd needs to get to the Keep and Richard needs to stay away from you.”
A frustrated sigh.
“Even if there’s nothing I can do about that now.”
Cara blinked at the Mother Confessor.
“But…”
“If Richard is away from you, he can’t hurt you.” Kahlan interrupted, a no nonsense look on her face.
“I won’t allow him to keep hurting you like this!”
Cara just stared at her for the longest time, her green-blue eyes barely open. She finally nodded her agreement, actually feeling relieved that Richard would be away from her. She was tired of hurting, tired of not being able to defend herself!
Kahlan gave her a warm smile, glad the stubborn woman wasn’t going to give her trouble on this.
“Here, let me help you. You need to eat.”
“Not hungry…” Cara mumbled but didn’t stop her.
“Don’t be stubborn…” Kahlan grumbled as she moved her to a sitting position.
Cara groaned slightly, her eyes closing against the sudden dizziness. The blanket covering her fell down, exposing her bare shoulders.
“Huh?” Cara opened her eyes slightly when she realized she wasn’t wearing a tunic, that she was in fact naked.
Kahlan blushed furiously and tightened her lips.
“I… hum… You were sweaty and… I…” Kahlan swallowed, stuttering. “I gave you a cloth bath…”
“Oh…”
Cara let out a sultry grin - one that the fever and paleness did nothing to diminish.
“See anything you liked, Confessor?”
Kahlan blushed fiercely. She knew Cara was only teasing her. It was part of her personality - she couldn’t help herself -, but for some reason, it still made her blush and lose her wits. Cara chuckled happily, but the naughty little laugh quickly transformed into an awful cough, leaving her breathless and heaving.
“Take slow and deep breaths, Cara.”
Kahlan helped her back down and pulled the covers up quickly.
“Teach me… not to tease you…” Cara kept her eyes closed -it helped her concentrate on her breathing.
“You can tease me all you want. I just want you to get well.” Kahlan kissed her forehead tenderly.
“I miss talking to you.”
Cara’s lips twitched a little.
“You miss talking to me because I don’t babble back.”
“Mm… that too,” Kahlan smiled at her, “but when you do babble back, you always know what to say.”
“Of course… I’m Mord’Sith.”
Kahlan chuckled.
“And you’re funny too, especially if you’re trying not to.”
“Mm…”
Cara opened her eyes. There she was talking about her again. Huh!
“Can I have some water, please?”
“Of course.”
Kahlan smiled covertly at the unconscious politeness of the woman, something that had never happened before.
She helped her with her drink and then helped dress, blushing furiously, of course.
##
Richard opened his eyes, quickly adjusting to the darkness of the warm tent he shared with his snoring grandfather. Sure enough, the old fool was deeply asleep - finally! - and he could now make his move. Cara was becoming too much of a risk. A risk he could not afford to take. She had to be taken care of.
Now, all he had to do was slip out of this forsaken tent without alerting the guards outside - not a problem for an experienced woods guide such as himself - and get rid of his little problem, without waking Kahlan in process.
Expertly, he slipped through a tear in the back of the tent, quietly lifting the waxed material, and made his way to Kahlan’s tent, unseen. He smiled smugly as he actually passed a guard just a breath away from him, completely unnoticed. He chukled to himself. This was the famous Home Guard? The elite guard of Aydindril?! He was amused. This was going to be a lot easier than he thought. Now, all he had to do was figure out a way to get rid of the annoying woman without arising suspicion to her sudden demise.
##
Kahlan woke with a start, quickly half sitting in her cot, a dagger firmly held in her right hand. Breathing quickly, she looked around the small tent, unsure of what had woken her. She couldn’t see anything unusual in the semi-darkened tent; couldn’t hear anything either. Maybe it was Cara. Maybe her fever was up again and she was having some feverish dream - again.
She quickly checked on the woman sleeping beside her, feeling better when she realized she was still sound asleep, her fever somewhat down.
Still, there was this chill, at the pit of her stomach that was gnawing at her. Something wasn’t right and she couldn’t figure out what it was. She frowned, unhappy.
##
Richard slipped between the trees surrounding the camp unoticed, taking full advantage of the shadows cast by the half moon. He stood behind a tall tree for a long time, watching; waiting.
Satisfied that all was quiet and he could make his move, Richard moved carefully from behind his hidding place, his eyes darting quickly from one side to another, checking his surroundings. He approached the tent from behind and moved to a crouching position, his head tilting slightly to the side in a listening manner.
When the only sound he could detect was the soft rustle of the leaves, gently swayed by the night's breeze, he cut a rough line close to one of the supporting poles, making it look like a tear, very much like what he’d done in his own tent. Silently, he sheathed his dagger and started to pull the waxed fabric just enough so he could slip inside.
A cold, sharp edge dangerously pressed to his neck made him stop cold.
“Something you need, Seeker?”
Richard's nostrils flared at the humiliation of being caught, his anger bubbling wildly inside!
“Keltar,” he started, forcing a smile to his face, “I just wanted to check on Kahlan. She hasn't been herself lately.” he sighed dramatically, careful to keep his voice down. “This Mord'Sith is turning her against us - against me.”
Richard started to rise to his full height slowly, careful not to provoke a reaction from the man, who still kept the tip of his sword pressed to his exposed throat.
“I just need to talk to her a little. If she's away from her, she'll listen to what I have to say.”
Keltar nodded as if in understanding.
“So, what you're telling me is that this woman was able to trick a wizard of the First Order and the Mother Confessor.” Keltar frowned. “And I suppose this is the part I forget you're Lord Rahl, who is under armed escort by the Home Guard, and believe in you.”
Richard just stared at him, his eyes hardening as he realized that even if he was telling the truth, this man was loyal to his Queen and would never go against her wishes.
“Keltar, don't do this.”
His hand moved covertly to the hilt of his sword. How dared he threaten him?! He would not live to see another moment; he was no match for the Seeker of Truth!
“You'll…”
“I wouldn't do that if I were you, Lord Rhal.”
The threat was whispered against his ear, just as a cold, sharp blade rested against the arm trying to reach his sword. Richard turned slowly around to face the darkened blue eyes of the Mother Confessor, her face devoid of emotion.
“You didn’t answer his question, Lord Rahl: something you need?”
Richard had to bite the inside of his cheek to control the sudden urge to lash out and hit her.
“Kahlan,” he started saying, his voice coming out soothingly, “we need to talk, please.”
“We have nothing else to talk about, Richard. Your actions of late reflect your… intentions quite clearly,” she said, despise coloring her voice, though her face remained impassive. “You didn’t come here to talk to me, you came here to hurt her, Richard.”
“Kahlan…”
Richard tried to move closer, but two sharp edges pressed harder against his skin and he stopped.
“We’re done here, Richard.”
Her voice bore no room for argument, her eyes never leaving the seething man.
“Keltar, escort Lord Rahl back to his tent, and this time, make sure to put a guard inside.”
“Yes, my Queen.”
“I would stay put if I were you, Richard, unless you want to arrive in Aydindril as my prisoner instead of my guest.”
Richard gave her a cold smile, but made no attempt to fight. He was outnumbered, and though that didn’t exactly pose a problem for the Seeker of Truth, he had to consider he would also be up against the Mother Confessor and a Wizard of the First Order. He would live to see another day and win this war.
“And Keltar?” Kahlan called out to her captain as he escorted Richard back to his tent.
“Yes, my Lady?”
“Make sure they leave at first light. I’d rather not have him around when I wake up.”
Keltar bowed his head.
“I’ll escort them personally, with your permission.”
Kahlan nodded her agreement and turned her back on them, without ever glancing back.
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Part 2