thinking； he told himself。
He frowned up at the old man。 〃How far？〃
Old John looked up at the late…afternoon sun off through the trees as he tugged some more on his beard。 〃If we don't stop early； and don't sleep late； we'll be there by midday tomorrow。〃 He looked back to Richard； waiting。
Kahlan said nothing； but he knew what she was thinking。 She would rather not go anywhere near Shota； and even if they went to Zedd first； it wasn't that far； they could always e back if they had to。 And maybe Zedd knew where the box was； maybe he even had the last box； and they wouldn't have to go into Agaden Reach。 It made more sense to go after Zedd。 That was what she would say。
〃You're right；〃 he said to her。
She looked confused。 〃I said nothing。〃
Richard gave her a big grin。 〃I could hear you thinking。 You're right。 We'll go with Old John。〃
〃I didn't know my thoughts were that loud；〃 she muttered。
〃If we don't stop at all；〃 he called up to Old John； 〃we could be there before morning。〃
〃I'm an old man；〃 he plained； then sighed loudly。 〃But I know how anxious you are。 And I know how badly he needs you。〃 He wagged his finger at Richard。 〃I should have listened when Zedd warned me about you。〃
Richard laughed a little as he let Kahlan walk ahead of him。 She strode fast to catch up with the old man； who was already on his way。 He watched her absently as she walked； watched as she pulled a spiderweb off her face； spit some of it out of her mouth。 Something nagged at him； something was wrong。 He wished he could figure out what it was。 He tried for a minute； but all he could think about was Zedd； how much he wanted to see him again； how he couldn't wait to talk to him。 He ignored the feeling that there were eyes watching him
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〃Mostly； I miss my brother；〃 she said to her doll。 She looked away。 〃They said he died；〃 she confided softly。
Rachel had been telling her doll her troubles for most of the day。 All her troubles she could think of。 When she got tears； the doll said she loved her； and it made her feel good。 Sometimes it made her laugh。
Rachel put another small stick in the fire。 It felt so good to be able to get warm； and have light。 But she kept the fire small； just like Giller had told her。 The fire kept her from being so afraid in the woods； especially at night。 It would be night again soon。 Sometimes there were noises in the woods at night that made her scared； made her cry。 But being out here in the lonely woods was still better than being locked in the box。
〃That was when I lived in that place I told you about。 With the other children； before the Queen came and picked me。 I liked it there a lot better than living with the Princess。 They were nice to me there。〃 She looked over at the doll to see if she was listening。 〃There was a man； Brophy； who came sometimes。 People said mean things about him； but he was nice to us children。 He was nice； like Giller。 He gave me a doll； too； but the Queen wouldn't let me take it with me when I went to live at the castle。 I didn't care； though； because I was so sad my brother died。 I heard some people say he got murdered。 I know that means he got killed。 Why do people kill children？〃
The doll just smiled。 Rachel smiled back。
She thought about the new little boy she had seen the Queen having locked up。 He talked funny； and looked funny； but his presence still had reminded her of her brother。 That was because he seemed so afraid。 Her brother was always getting afraid； too。 Rachel could always tell when her brother was getting afraid because he would fidget and squirm。 She felt so sorry for the new boy； she wished she was important so she could help him。
Rachel put her hands toward the fire to warm them for a minute； then stuck one in her pocket。 She was hungry。 A few berries were all she had been able to find to eat。 She held a big one out； offering it to her doll。 The doll didn't seem hungry； so she ate it herself； then a handful more； until they were gone。 She was still hungry； but she didn't want to look for more。 The place where they grew wasn't close； and it was getting dark。 She didn't want to be out in the woods when it was dark。 She wanted to be in her wayward pine with her doll。 By the warm fire； by the light。
〃Maybe the Queen will be nicer when she gets her alliance； whatever that is。 That's all she talks about； how she wants her alliance。 Maybe she'll be happier then； and won't say to chop off people's heads。 The Princess makes me go with her； you know； but I don't like to watch； I close my eyes。 Now even Princess Violet says to chop off people's heads。 She gets meaner every day。 Now I'm afraid that she'll say to chop off my head。 I wish I could run away。〃 She looked over at her doll。 〃I wish I could run away and never e back。 And I'd take you with me。〃
The doll smiled。 〃I love you； Rachel。〃
She picked up the doll and gave it a long hug； then kissed it on its head。
〃But if we run away； Princess Violet would send the guards to find me； and then she would throw you in the fire。 I don't want her to throw you in the fire。 I love you。〃
〃I love you； Rachel。〃
Rachel hugged her doll tight； and crawled into the hay； with the doll next to her。 Tomorrow she had to go back； and the Princess would be mean to her some more。 She had to leave her doll when she went back； she knew； or it would get thrown in the fire。
〃You're the bestest friend I ever had。 You and Giller。〃
〃I love you； Rachel。〃
She started to worry； to worry what would happen to her doll； all alone here in the wayward pine。 The doll would be lonely。 What if the Princess never sent her out again； what if she somehow found out that she wanted to be sent out； and kept her in the castle just to be mean？
〃Do you know what I should do？〃 she asked the doll as she looked up at the firelight flickering on the dark branches inside the tree。
〃Help Giller；〃 the doll said
She rolled over on one elbow and looked at the doll。 〃Help Giller？〃
The doll nodded。 〃Help Giller。〃
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Rays from the setting sun ahead reflected off the layer of leaves； making the path bright and shiny between the dark mass of woods to each side。 Richard could hear Kahlan's boots scuffing across rocks hidden under the colorful mat。 A light scent of rot was in the air： fallen leaves beginning to depose in the low damp places and the thick piles in the laps of rocks； where the wind had collected them。
Even though it was getting cold； neither Richard nor Kahlan wore their cloaks； being warm from the exertion。 of the pace Old John was setting。 Richard kept trying to think about Zedd； but his train of thought was constantly being interrupted by having to lope to keep up。 The realization that he was getting winded finally made him push Zedd from his mind。 But one thought wouldn't leave him： something didn't feel right。
At last； he allowed that caution to blossom in his mind。 How could an old man be out walking him like this； yet look fresh and relaxed？ Richard felt his forehead； wondering if he was sick； or had a fever。 He did feel hot。 Maybe he wasn't well； maybe there was something wrong with him。 They had been pushing hard for days； but not this hard。 No； he felt fine； simply winded。
For a while； he watched Kahlan walking ahead of him。 She； too； was having difficulty keeping up。 She pulled another spiderweb off her face； then trotted to keep up。 He could see that； like him； she was breathing hard。 For some reason； Richard's caution was igniting into foreboding。
He caught a brief glimpse of something off to the left； in the woods； keeping pace。 Just a small animal； he thought。 But it looked like something with long arms； skittering along the ground； then it was gone。 His mouth felt dry。 It must just be his imagination； he told himself。
He turned his attention back to Old John。 The path was wide in some places； narrow in others with branches that reached in tight。 When Kahlan and Richard went past； they both sometimes brushed against them； or simply pushed them out of the way。 Not the old man。 He stayed to the center of the trail； avoidin