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anted。’
Kahlan sighed in relief。 Richard nodded his thanks。 Kahlan knew he didn’t look forward to meeting the ancestors’ spirits again。 The last time had been devastating to him。
Suddenly； there was a flutter of shadow in the air。 Kahlan threw her hands up protectively。 Richard was knocked back a step as something hit him on the head。 People shouted in confusion。 A dark shape thumped to the ground between Richard and the Bird Man。 Richard straightened； putting his fingers to his scalp。 Blood trickled down his forehead。
The Bird Man squatted down over a dark form； and then straightened。 He was holding a dead owl cradled in his hands。 The head lolled to the side。 The wings fell open。 The elders all looked at one another。 Chandalen’s frown deepened； but he said nothing。
Richard inspected the blood on his fingers。 ‘Why in the world would an owl hit me like that？ And what killed it？’
The Bird Man gently smoothed the dead bird’s feathers。 ‘Birds live in the air； a different level than us。 They live in two levels … land and air。 They can travel between their level and ours。 Birds are closely connected to the spirit world。 To the spirits。 Owls more than most birds。 They see in the night； where we are blind； just as we are blind to the spirit world。 I am a spirit guide for our people。 Only a Bird Man can be a spirit guide； because he can understand such things。’
He held the dead bird a little higher。 ‘This is a warning。 I have never witnessed an owl bringing a spirit message before。 This bird gave its life to warn you。 Richard； please reconsider your request for a gathering。 This warning means the gathering will be dangerous； dangerous enough for the spirits to send this message。’
Richard looked from the Bird Man’s face to the owl。 He reached out and stroked its feathers。 No one made a sound。 ‘Dangerous for me； or for the elders？’
‘For you。 You are the one calling for the gathering。 The owl brought the message to you。 The warning was for you。’ He glanced up at Richard’s forehead。 ‘A blood warning。 One of the worst kinds。 The only thing worse than an owl； would have been if a raven had brought the message。 That would have meant sure death。’
Richard took his hand back and wiped his fingers on his shirt。 He stared down at the dead owl。 ‘I don’t have any choice；’ he whispered。 ‘If I don’t do something； the veil will be torn； and the Keeper of the dead will escape。 Our people； everyone； will be swallowed into the world of the dead。 I must learn how to stop it。 I must try。’
The Bird Man nodded。 ‘As you wish。 It will take three days to prepare。’ Richard looked up。 ‘You did it in two days before。 We can’t spare any time；’
The elder took a deep breath and sighed。 ‘Two days。’
‘Thank you； honored elder。’ Richard turned to her； his eyes were filled with pain。 ‘Kahlan； please； find Nissel； and bring her？ I’m going to the spirit house。 Ask her to bring something stronger？’
She squeezed his arm。 ‘Of course。 I’ll hurry。’
Richard nodded。 He pulled his sword from the ground and walked off into the darkness。
CHAPTER 13
Cause of death。 She looked up in thought； pressing the round end of the plain； wooden…handled pen to her lower lip。 The small； modest room was dimly lit with candles set among and on top of the disheveled piles of papers on her desk。 Scrolls were balanced precariously in stacks between fat books。 The dark patina of the desktop was only visible in a small area in front of her； framing the waiting report。
Odd objects of magic stood jammed together collecting dust on the shelves behind her。 The ever…present and diligent cleaning staff was not allowed to touch them； and so the task of dusting them was left to her； but there was never enough time； or inclination。 Besides； they looked less important to curious eyes when covered in a mask of dust。
Heavy drapes were drawn against the night。 The only splash of color in the room was one of the local blue…and…yellow carpets she had placed on the other side of the desk。 Visitors usually spent their time in her office staring down at it。
Cause of death。 Reports were such a bother。 She sighed。 But a necessary bother。 For now； anyway。 The Palace of the Prophets required reams of reports。 There were Sisters who spent their whole lives in the libraries； cataloging reports； pampering them； keeping records of every useless word they thought might someday be important。
Well； there was nothing for it but to think up a suitable cause of death。 The truth would never do。 Her Sisters would have to have a satisfactory explanation as to the cause of death。 They valued highly those with the gift。 Fools。
Training accident？ She smiled。 Yes； a training accident。 She hadn’t used that one in many years。 She pursed her lips as she dipped the pen in the ink bottle and began writing。 The cause of death was a training accident with the Rada’Han。 A twig； as I have often warned the other Sisters； no matter how young and tender； will break if bent too far。
Who could question？ Let them wonder where among them the fault lay。 It would keep them from digging too deeply； lest the blame fall on them。 As she blotted the paper； there was a soft rap at the door。
‘One moment； please。’ She touched the corner of the boy’s letter to the candle flame and； when it was nearly consumed； tossed it in the cold hearth。 The broken seal melted into a molten red puddle。 He would be writing no more letters。 ‘e。’
The heavy； round…topped door opened enough to admit a head。
‘Sister； it’s me；’ came a whisper from the shadow。
‘Don’t stand there like a novice； e in and close the door。’
The woman entered； closing the door quietly； after putting her head back out to check the hall。 She didn’t look down at the carpet。 ‘Sister 。。。’
With a finger across lips； and an angry scowl； she was silenced。 ‘No names when we are alone。 I’ve told you before。’
The other looked about at the walls； as if expecting someone to pop out。 ‘But surely you’ve shielded your room。’
‘Of course it’s shielded。 But it is always possible the breeze could carry words to the right ears。 If that ever happened； we wouldn’t want our names carried with the words； now would we。’
The other’s eyes flicked around at the walls again。 ‘Of course not。 Of course you are right。’ She scrubbed her hands together。 ‘Someday this won’t be necessary。 I hate that we must remain hidden。 Someday we will be able to 。。。’
‘What have you found out？’
She watched as the woman straightened her dress at the hips and then put her fingers to the desk； leaning over a little。 Her eyes had a fierce intensity。 They were strange eyes； pale； pale blue； with dark violet flecks。 She always found it hard not to stare at those eyes。
She leaned closer； and whispered。 They’ve found him。’
‘You saw the book？’
She nodded slowly。 ‘I saw it。 At dinnertime。 I waited until the others were at dinner。’ She gave an even look。 ‘He refused the first offer。’
She slapped her hand down on the desk。 ‘What！ Are you su