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  　What was she doing? She was supposed to be at the palace, where it was safe. He could see that while it was a bold move, it was going to be fatal. There were too many of the Blood and she would be trapped in the middle of them.

  　Before that could happen, she pulled the men back. Richard lopped off the head of a mriswith. Just as he thought she must have retreated to safety, she made another stabbing attack from another street, at a different place in the line.

  　The crimson-caped men at the front turned to the new threat, only to be set upon from behind. The mriswith blunted the effectiveness of the tactic, and soon sliced into the new front with the same deadly efficiency they had been using all afternoon.

  　Richard cut a line straight through the mass of crimson capes toward Kahlan. After fighting mriswith, men seemed slow and dull by comparison. Only the distance made it a struggle. His arms were weary, and his strength was flagging.

  　"Kahlan! What are you doing!" The rage of the magic powered his voice as he snatched her by the arm. "I sent you to the palace where you would be safe!"

  　She pulled her arm away. In her other hand she held a sword slick with blood. "I will not die cowering in a corner of my home, Richard. I will fight for my life. And don't you yell at me!"

  　Richard spun when he felt the presence. Kahlan ducked as blood and bone glutted the air.

  　She turned and shouted orders. Men wheeled to the attack at her word.

  　"Then we die together, my queen," Richard whispered, not wanting her to hear his resignation.

  　Richard felt the massing of mriswith as the lines were pushed back to the square. The sense of their presence was too overpowering to pick out individuals. Over the heads of the sea of red capes and polished armor, he could see something green in the distance advancing toward the city. He couldn't make meaning of it.

  　Richard shoved Kahlan back. Her protest was cut short when he spun into the line of scaled creatures as they became visible right before them. He danced through their charge, cutting them down as fast as he could move.

  　Through his frenetic onslaught, he saw something else he could make no sense of: spots. He thought it must be that he was so tired he was beginning to see a sky full of spots.

  　He screamed with rage at a yabree that came too close. He lopped off the arm and then the head in quick succession. Another blade came at him and he ducked under it, coming up sword first. He backhanded another with the knife in his other hand. He had to kick the one behind before he had time to yank his sword free.

  　With cold fury, he realized that the mriswith had finally determined that he was their only threat, and were surrounding him. He could hear Kahlan screaming his name. He could see beady eyes everywhere. There was nothing he could do, and nowhere to run, even if he wanted to. He felt the sting of blades that came too close before he could stop them.

  　There were too many. Dear spirits, there were just too many.

  　He didn't even see any soldiers close anymore. He was surrounded by a wall of scales and flashing three-bladed knives. Only the rage of the magic slowed them. He wished that he had told Kahlan he loved her, instead of yelling at her.

  　Something brown flashed in his side vision. He heard a howi from a mriswith but it wasn't one he killed. He wondered if confusion was what you felt when you died. He was dizzy from spinning, from swinging his sword, from the bone-jarring impacts.

  　Something huge dropped from above. Then another. Richard tried to wipe mris-with blood out of his eyes in an effort to tell what was happening. All around, mriswith howled.

  　Richard saw wings. Brown wings. Furry arms were flashing in his vision, twisting off heads. Claws rent scales apart. Fangs ripped into necks.

  　Richard stumbled back as a huge gar thumped to the ground right in front of him, tumbling the mriswith back.

  　It was Gratch.

  　Richard blinked as he glancing around. There were gars everywhere. More were coming, up in the air—that was the spots he had seen.

  　Gratch heaved a ripped mriswith into the Blood of the Fold, and lunged at another. The gars all around tore into them. More dropped from the darkening sky atop mriswith all along the lines. There were glowing green eyes everywhere. The mriswith shrouded themselves in their capes, becoming invisible, but it did them no good; the gars could still find them. They had nowhere to run.

  　Richard held the sword in both hands, gawking. Gars roared. Mriswith howled. Richard laughed.

  　Kahlan's arms clamped around him from behind. "I love you," she said in his ear. "I thought I was going to die, and I hadn't told you."

  　He turned and looked into her wet green eyes. "I love you."

  　Richard heard shouts over the cries of battle. The green he had seen were men. There were tens of thousands of mem, charging into the rear of the Blood of the Fold, pouring in around buildings, crushing the crimson-caped men back. The D'Harans on Richard's side, free of the mriswith, rallied and tore into the Blood, with the deadly competence they were known for.

  　A huge wedge of the men in green cleaved through the Blood of the fold, coming toward Richard and Kahlan. To each side, dozens of gars set upon mriswith. Gratch flailed into them, ramming them back. Richard climbed up on a fountain to better see what was happening. He took Kahlan's hand and helped her up beside him. Men surged in to protect him, driving the enemy back.

  　"They're Keltans," Kahlan said. "The men in green uniforms are Keltans."

  　At the van of the Keltish charge was a man Richard recognized: General Baldwin. When the general saw them on the fountain, he and a 【创建和谐家园】all guard peeled away from his main force of men, shouting orders as he departed, and cut a line through the crimson-caped men, their horses trampling men underfoot like autumn leaves. The general hacked at a few with his sword for good measure. He broke through the battle lines and reined in before Richard and Kahlan standing on the fountain.

  　General Baldwin sheathed his sword and bowed in his saddle, his heavy serge cape, fastened at one shoulder with two buttons, draped to one side, revealing the green silk lining. He came up and clapped a fist to his tan surcoat.

  　"Lord Rahl," he said with reverence.

  　He bowed again. "My queen," he said with even more reverence.

  　Kahlan leaned toward him when he came up, her tone ominous. "Your what?"

  　Even the man's shiny pate reddened. He bowed again. "My most... glorious esteemed queen, and Mother Confessor?"

  　Richard tugged the back of her shirt before she could speak. "I told the general here how I had decided to name you the Queen of Kelton."

  　Her eyes widened. "The queen of ..."

  　"Yes," General Baldwin said as he glanced about at the battle. "It kept Kelton together, and our surrender unbroken. As soon as Lord Rahl told me of this great honor, that we were to have the Mother Confessor as our queen, just as Galea, showing how he honors us as our neighbors, I brough a force to Aydindril to help protect Lord Rahl, and our queen, and to join in the battle against the Imperial Order. I didn't want either of you to think we aren't prepared to do our part,"

  　Kahlan finally blinked and straightened. "Thank you, General. Your help came just in time. I am most appreciative."

  　The general pulled off his long black gauntlets and tucked them through his wide belt. He kissed Kahlan's hand. "If my new queen will excuse me, I must return to my men, We have half our force spread out behind just in case these traitorous bastards try to escape." He blushed again. "Pardon a soldier's language, my queen."

  　As the general returned to his men, Richard scanned the battle. The gars were searching, looking for more mriswith, and finding only a few. Those didn't last long.

  　Gratch looked to have grown another foot since Richard had last seen him, and was now the size of any of the males. He seemed to be directing the search. Richard was dumbfounded, but his joy was tempered by the scale of the carnage before him,

  　"Queen?" Kahlan said. "You named me Queen of Kelton? The Mother Confessor?”

  　"It seemed a good idea at the time," he explained. "It seemed the only way to keep Kelton from turning on us."

  　She appraised him with a 【创建和谐家园】all 【创建和谐家园】ile. "Very good, Lord Rahl."

  　As Richard finally sheathed his sword, he saw three spots of red break through the dark leather of D'Haran uniforms. The three Mord-Sith, Agiel in hand, came at a run across the square. Each wore her red leather, but it did a poor job this day of disguising the blood all over them.

  　"Lord Rahl! Lord Rahl!"

  　Berdine flew at him like a squirrel flinging itself for a branch. She landed on him, webbing him in arms and legs, knocking him back off the wall and into the fountain full of snowmeU.

  　She sat up on his stomach. "Lord Rahl! You did it! You took the cape off like I told you! You heard my warning after all!"

  　She fell on him again, clutching him in red arms. Richard held his breath as he went under. Though the icy water wouldn't have been his choice, he was glad tor the excuse to wash off some of the stinking mriswith blood. He gasped for air when she grabbed his shirt in her fist and hauled him up. She sat in his lap, legs around his middle, and hugged him again.

  　"Berdine," he whispered, "my shoulder is hurt. Please don't squeeze so hard."

  　"It's nothing," she announced in true Mord-Sith disregard for pain. "We were

  　so worried. When the attack came, we thought we would never see you again. We thought we had failed."

  　Kahlan cleared her throat. Richard held out an introductory hand. "Kahlan, these are my personal guards, Cara, Raina, and this is Berdine. Ladies, this is Kahlan, my queen."

  　Berdine, making no attempt to get off his lap, grinned up at Kahlan. "I'm Lord Rahl's favorite."

  　Kahlan folded her arms as her green-eyed glare darkened.

  　"Berdine, let me up."

  　"You still 【创建和谐家园】ell like a mriswith." She shoved him back in the water and again hauled him up by his shirt. "That's better." She pulled him closer. "You ever run off like that again without listening to me, I'll do more than give you a bath."

  　"What is it about you and women and baths?" Kahlan asked in an even tone.

  　"I don't know." He looked out over the battle still raging, and then back to Berdine's blue eyes. He hugged her with his good arm. "I'm sorry. I should have listened to you. The price of my foolishness was too great."

  　"Are you all right?" she whispered in his ear.

  　"Berdine, get off me. Let me up."

  　She flopped off his lap to the side. "Kolo said that the mriswith were enemy wizards who traded their power for the ability to become invisible."

  　Richard gave her a hand up. "I nearly did, too."

  　She stood in the water on her tiptoes and pulled his shirt collar aside, inspecting his neck. She let out a relieved sigh. "It's gone. You're safe. Kolo said how the change came, how their skin began to scale over. He said that that ancestor of yours, Alric, created a force to battle the mriswith." She pointed. "Gars."

  　"Gars...?"

  　Berdine nodded. "He gave them the ability to sense mriswith, even when they were invisible. That's what gives the gars' eyes that green glow. Because of this interrelationship of magic all the gars share, those who dealt directly with the wizards accrued dominance over the others, becoming something like the wizards' generals among the gar nation. These intermediary gars were greatly respected by the other gars, and got them to fight with the people of the New World against the enemy mriswith, driving them back to the Old World."

  　Richard stared in astonishment. "What else did he say?"

  　"I haven't had time to read any more. We've been kind of busy since you left."

  　"How long?" He stepped out of the fountain and addressed Cara. "How long have I been gone?"

  　She glanced to the Keep. "Nearly two days. Night before last. Today, at dawn, the sentries came in a lather and said the Blood of the Fold were right on their heels. They attacked shortly after. The fighting has been going on since this morning. At first, it was going well, but then the mriswith ..." Her voice trailed off.

  　Kahlan put an arm around his waist to steady him as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Cara. I should have been here." He stared in a daze at the sea of dead. "This is my fault."

  　"I killed two," Raina announced without any attempt to mask her pride.

  　Ulic and Egan came at a run and spun to a stop in defensive positions. "Lord

  　Rahl," Ulic said over his shoulder, "are we ever glad to see you. We heard the cheer, but every time we got to you, you were somewhere else."

  　"Really?" Cara said, lifting an eyebrow. "We managed."

  　Ulic rolled his eyes and turned toward the battle.

  　"Are they always like this?" Kahlan whispered in his ear.

  　"No," he whispered back. "They're on their best behavior for you."

  　Richard saw white flags flying among the Blood of the Fold. No one paid them any heed.

  　“D'Harans give no quarter," Cara explained when she saw where he was looking. "It is to the finish."

  　Richard hopped down off the fountain. When he strode off, his guards immediately followed.

  　Kahlan caught up with him before he had taken three strides. "What are you doing, Richard?"

  　"I'm putting a stop to this."

  　"You can't do that. We have sworn to kill the Order to a man. You must let it be done. That's what they would have done to us."

  　"I can't do it, Kahlan. I can't. If we kill them all, then others of the Order will never surrender, knowing it would mean death. If I show them that we will take them prisoner instead of killing them, then they'll be more willing to quit. If they are more willing to quit, we win without losing the lives of so many of our men, and that makes us stronger. Then, we win."

  　Richard started shouting orders. They were carried through the ranks of his men, and the din of battle slowly began subsiding. The eyes of thousands began turning to him.

  　"Let them through," he told a commander.

  　Richard went back to the fountain and stood on the wall, watching the commanders of the Blood of the Fold lead their men to him. All around, D'Harans, bristling steel, stood guard. A corridor opened, and the crimson-caped men stepped forward, glancing from side to side as they came.

  　An officer halted at their lead before Richard. His voice was hoarse, and subdued, "Will you accept our surrender?"

  　Richard folded his arms. "Depends. Are you willing to tell me the truth?"

  　The man glanced about at his quiet, bloody men. "Yes, Lord Rahl."

  　"Who told you to attack the city?"

  　"The mriswith gave us instructions, and many of us were instructed in our dreams, by the dream walker."

  　"Do you wish to be free of him?"

  　They all nodded or spoke up in weak voices. They also readily agreed to telling everything they knew about any plans that they knew of that the dream walker and the Imperial Order had.

  　Richard was so exhausted, and in such pain, that he could hardly stand. He drew anger from the sword to sustain himself.

  　"If you wish to surrender and be subjects of D'Haran rule, then go to you knees, and swear loyalty."

  　In the fading light, accompanied by the groans of the wounded, the remaining

  　Blood of the Fold went to their knees and gave the devotion as they were instructed by the D'Harans who joined in.