Michael screamed and cried as Chase dragged him away. Richard watched in pain, shaking, as his brother was taken to his execution.
Zedd placed his hand over Richard's on the Agiel. "Let it go, Richard."
Richard's thoughts masked the pain it was giving him. He looked to Zedd, standing before him with his bony, leathery hand over his, saw things in his friend's eyes he had never seen before, a shared understanding of the pain. He released the Agiel.
Kahlan's eyes went to it as it fell against his chest. "Richard, do you have to keep that?"
"For now, I do. It was a promise I made to one who I killed. One who helped teach me how much I love you. Darken Rahl thought this would defeat me. Instead, it taught me how to defeat him. If I discard it now, I would be denying what is inside me, what 1 am."
Kahlan put her hand on his arm. "Right now, I don't understand, but someday, I hope I will."
Richard looked around the Garden of Life, thinking about Darken Rahl's death, and about his father's death. He had seen justice done. He grieved a moment when his memories touched his father. But then the pain lifted as he realized that he had completed the task his father had given him. Richard had remembered every word of the secret book perfectly. His duty was done. His father could rest in peace.
Zedd straightened his robes with a huff. "Bags! A place this big must have something to eat, don't you suppose?"
Richard grinned, putting an arm around each of them as he led them out of the Garden of Life. He took them to a dining hall he remembered. People sat at tables as if nothing had changed. The three of them found a table in the corner. Servers brought plates of rice, vegetables, brown bread, cheese and bowls of steaming spice soup. The surprised but smiling servers kept bringing more as Zedd resolutely emptied the plates of food.
Richard tried the cheese, and to his surprise found it had a sickening flavor. He threw it back on the table as he made a sour face.
"What's the matter?" Zedd asked.
"That has to be the worst-tasting cheese I've ever eaten!"
Zedd sniffed it and took a bite. "Nothing wrong with the cheese, my boy."
"Fine, then you eat it."
Zedd was only too happy to comply. Richard and Kahlan ate spice soup and brown bread, and smiled as they watched their old friend eat. Zedd had his fill at last, and they resumed their journey out of the People's Palace.
As they strode through the halls, the bells tolled in a single, long peal, calling people to the devotion. Kahlan watched with a frown as everyone gathered at the squares, bowing to the center, chanting. Since Richard had changed the words in his devotion, he no longer felt the pull, the nervous need to join the people. They passed a number of squares as they continued. on, each filled with people chanting. Richard wondered if he should do something about it, stop them somehow, but decided at last he had already done the most important part.
The three emerged from the cavernous halls out into the winter sunlight. The hillside of steps cascaded down before them, to the huge expanse of courtyard. The three paused at the brink. Richard gasped when he saw the numbers gathered there.
Spread out before them were thousands of men, standing tall in rank upon rank. At the head, at the base of the steps, stood Michael’s personal guard, formerly known as the Home Guard, before Michael took that name from them. Their mail, shields, and yellow banners shone brightly in the sun. Behind them, nearly a thousand men of the Westland army. Behind them, many more of the D'Haran forces. Chase stood before them all, his arms folded, looking up the steps. Next to him, planted in the ground, was a pole with Michael's head atop it. Richard stood, stunned by the silence. If a man in the back, a half mile away, had coughed, he would have heard it.
Zedd's hand on his back started him down the steps. It felt a little too much like a push. Kahlan took his arm, giving it a squeeze, and held herself tall as they descended the series of steps and expansive landings. Chase watched Richard's eyes as he came. Richard saw Rachel beside him, clutching one arm around his leg, holding Sara in the other hand. Sharing the grip with the doll was Siddin's hand. Siddin saw Kahlan and broke from the hand, running to meet her. Kahlan laughed and scooped him up in her arms. He grinned at Richard and jabbered something Richard didn't understand, before throwing his arms around Kahlan's neck. After she hugged him and whispered to him, she put him down, holding his hand tightly.
The captain of the Home Guard stepped forward. "The Home Guard stands ready to swear loyalty to you, Richard."
The commander of the Westland army stepped up next to the captain. "As does the Westland army."
A D'Haran officer came forward. "As do the D'Haran forces."
Richard stared numbly at them, blinking. He felt the anger heat in him.
"No one's swearing loyalty to anyone, least of all me! I'm a woods guide. Nothing more. Get that through your heads right now. A woods guide!"
Richard gazed out over the sea of heads. All eyes were on him. He glanced over to Michael's gory head stuck on the pole. He closed his eyes a moment, then turned to some men of the Home Guard, and pointed to the head.
"Bury that thing with the rest of him." No one moved. "Right now!"
They jumped and made for the head. Richard returned his gaze to the D'Haran officer standing before him. Everyone waited.
"Send word: all hostilities are ended. The war is ended. See to it that all forces are recalled to their homelands, all armies of occupation are withdrawn. I expect every man who has committed crimes against defenseless people, whether he be foot soldier or general, to be put on trial, and if found guilty, punished according to the law. The D'Haran forces are, to help get food to the people who would otherwise starve over the winter. Fire is no longer outlawed. If any forces you encounter don't follow these orders, you will have to deal with them." Richard pointed to the commander of the Westland army. "Take your forces and help him. Together, you will be too strong to ignore." The two officers stared. Richard leaned closer. "It won't get done if you don't get to it."
Both men put a fist over their hearts in salute, giving a bow.
The D'Haran officer's eyes came up to Richard's. His fist was still over his heart. "By your command, Master Rahl."
Richard stared in surprise, then dismissed it. The man, he decided, must just be used to saying "Master Rahl."
Richard noticed a guard to the side. He recognized the man. He was the captain of the guards at the gate when Richard had left the People's Palace before. The one who had offered him a horse and warned him about the dragon. Richard motioned him to come forward. The man came and stood stiffly at attention, looking a little worried.
"I have a job for you." The man waited in silence. "I think you would be good at getting it done. I want you to collect all the Mord-Sith. Every last one." "Yes, sir." He looked a little pale. "They will all be executed before sunset"
"No! I don't want them executed!"
The man blinked in confusion. "What am I to do with them?"
"You are to destroy their Agiels. Every last one. I don't ever want to see an Agiel again." He held up the one at his neck. "Except this one. Then you are to find them new clothes. Burn every stitch of Mord-Sith clothes. They are to be treated with kindness, and respect."
The man's eyes went wide. "Kindness," he whispered, "and respect?"
"That's what I said. They are to be given jobs helping people, they are to be taught to treat people in the same way they are treated: with kindness and respect. I don't know how you are to do that, you'll just have to figure it out yourself. You look like a bright fellow. All right?"