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es are； and Zedd； you tell me how to erase the spell。〃
Kahlan grabbed the reins of her horse and Richard's； pulling them forward。 〃Zedd and Chase can protect the box； I'm going with you。〃
〃No； you're not！ I'm going alone。 I have the sword to protect me。 The box is all that matters； it is our first responsibility。 We must protect it above all else。 Just tell me where the caves are； and how to fix the spell。 When I'm finished； I'll catch up with you。〃
〃Richard； I think 。 。 。〃
〃No！ This is about stopping Darken Rahl； not about any one of us。 This is not a request； it's an order！〃
They straightened； Zedd turning to Kahlan。。 〃Tell him where the caves are。〃
Kahlan angrily handed the reins of her horse to Zedd and snatched up a stick。 She drew a map in the dirt of the road； pulling the stick along one of the lines she had drawn。 〃This is the Callisidrin； and here； the bridge。 This is the road； and here； Tamarang and the castle。〃 She drew the line of a road to the north of the city。 〃Here； in these hills northeast of the city； there is a stream that runs between twin hills。 They're about a mile south of a small bridge that crosses the stream。 The twin hills have cliffs on the sides toward the stream。 The sacred caves are in the cliff on the northeast side of the stream。 That is where the artist draws his spells。〃
Zedd took the stick from her and broke off two finger…length pieces。 He rolled one between his palms。 〃Here。 This will erase the curse。 Without seeing it； I can't tell you what part you must erase； but you should be able to figure it out。 It's a drawing and you will be able to make some sense of it。 That is the whole purpose of a drawn spell； you must be able to make sense of it； or it won't work。〃
The stick Zedd had rolled in his palms no longer felt like wood。 It felt soft and tacky。 Richard put it in his pocket。 Zedd rolled the other piece in his palms。 He handed it to Richard； it too no longer a stick。 This time it was black； almost like charcoal； but hard。
〃With this；〃 the wizard said； 〃you can draw on the spell； and change it if you have to。〃
〃Change it how？〃
〃I can't tell you without seeing it。 You'll have to use your own judgment。 Now； hurry。 But I still think we should 。 。 。〃
〃No； Zedd。 We all know what Darken Rahl is capable of。 The box is all that is important； not any one of us。〃 He shared a deep look with his old friend。 〃Take care of yourself。 And Kahlan。〃 He looked up to Chase。 〃Get them to Michael。 Michael will be able to protect the box better than we can alone。 And don't hold back； waiting for me。 I'll catch up。〃 Richard gave him a hard stare。 〃If I don't； I don't want any of you ing back for me。 You just get the box away from here。 Understand？〃
Chase gave him a serious look。 〃On my life。〃 He gave Richard brief instructions to find the Westland army； up in the Rang' Shada
Richard looked to' Kahlan。 〃Take care of Siddin。 Don't worry； I'll be back with you soon enough。 Now get going：〃
Zedd mounted his horse。 Kahlan handed Siddin over to the wizard。 She gave Chase and Zedd a nod。 〃Go on； get started。 I will catch up in a few minutes。〃
Zedd started to protest； but she cut him off and told him again to start ahead。 She watched the two horses and the wolf gallop across the bridge and down the road before she turned back to Richard。
Concern cut deeply into her features。 〃Richard； please； let me 。。：'
〃No。〃
She nodded and handed him the reins to his horse。 Tears were filling her green eyes。 〃There are dangers in the Midlands you know nothing about。 Be careful。〃 A tear ran down her cheek。
〃I'll be back with you before you have time to miss me。〃
〃I'm afraid for you。〃
〃I know。 But I'll be all right。〃
She looked up at him with eyes he could lose himself in。 〃I shouldn't be doing this；〃 she whispered。
Kahlan threw her arms around his neck and kissed him。 Hard； fast； desperate。
For a moment as he reached his arms around her and pulled her tight against him； the touch of her lips on his； the little moan that came from her； and the feeling of her fingers through the back of his hair made him forget his own name。
He was in a daze as he watched her put a boot in the stirrup and throw her other leg over the saddle。 She pulled the reins； bringing her horse around close to him。
〃Don't you dare do anything stupid； Richard Cypher。 Promise me。〃
〃I promise。〃 He didn't tell her that he thought letting harm r each her was what he considered stupid above all else。 〃Don't
worry； I'll be back with you just as soon as I get n id of this spell。
Protect the box。 Rahl must not get it。 That's what matters。 Now；
get going。〃
He stood holding the reins of his horse； watching her gallop across the bridge and disappear into the distance。
〃I love you； Kahlan Amnell；〃 he whispered
…＋…
With an encouraging pat to the splotch of gray on the roan's neck； Richard headed the big horse off the road after crossing the small bridge； and spurred it along the bank of the stream。 The horse ran with ease； splashing its hooves in the shallow water when the brush blocked the way along the bank。 Sunlit hills； mostly barren of trees； rose up around the stream。 As the banks became steeper； he led the horse up along the higher ground； where it could make easier progress。 Richard kept a watch for anyone following； or observing； but saw no one。 The hills seemed deserted。
Chalk white cliffs rose up to either side of the stream； cleft faces on identical hills straddling the water。 Richard was off the horse before it stopped。 Looking about； he tethered it to a sumac whose red fruit were already dried and shriveled。 His boots slid on the loose ground' as he descended the steep bank。 There was a narrow foot trail through the slide of rock and dirt。 Following it brought him to the tall mouth of a cave。
With a hand on the hilt of the sword； he peeked around the opening； checking for the artist； or anyone else。 There was no one。 Immediately inside the cave were drawings on the walls。 They covered every surface； and continued back into the darkness。
Richard was overwhelmed。 There were hundreds of drawings； maybe thousands。 Some were little； no bigger than his hand； some were larger； tall as he。 Each depicted a different scene。 Most had only one person in them； but a few had many people。 It was obvious that they had been drawn by different hands。 Some were delicately rendered； rich in detail； with shading and highlights； depicting people with broken limbs； or drinking from cups with skulls and crossed bones on them； or standing next to fields of withered crops。 Others were done by someone with little talent for the task： their figures were drawings of people made of simple lines。 But the scenes in these were similarly gruesome。 Richard guessed that the talent of the artist was of little importance； it was the message that counted
Richard found drawings done by different hands but of the same subject。 These people might have a map of some sort around them； but around each was a line drawn in a circle； the circle hav