Temple of the Winds

She threw open the door. Surprised men reached for weapons as they gazed around the room in silent, professional appraisal. With the extra light from beyond the door, Kahlan could see the true extent of the mess. A spray of blood crossed the bookcase at an angle. Blood soaked the crimson carpet, the spongy, reddish blotch extending past the perimeter of gold banding. Marlin's face was a bloody sight. The side of his beige tunic was dark with a wet stain.

"You," Cara said. "Give me your sword." The blond-haired soldier drew his weapon and handed it over without hesitation. "Now," she announced, "all of you listen to me. I'm going to give the Mother Confessor, here, a demonstration of the power of a Mord-Sith. If any of you go against my orders, you will answer to me"-she gestured back to Marlin-"just like he did."

After another glance at the miserable man on the floor, some men nodded and the rest voiced their consent.

Cara pointed with the sword at Marlin. "If he can make it to the door, you all are to let him go-he is to have his freedom." The men grumbled objections. "Don't argue with me!"

The D'Haran soldiers fell silent. A Mord-Sith was trouble enough, but when she had command of a person's magic she was something altogether beyond trouble: she was dealing in magic, and they had no desire to stick their finger in a cauldron of dark sorcery stirred by an angry Mord-Sith.

Cara strode over to Marlin and held the sword down to him, hilt first. "Take it." Marlin hesitated, then snatched the sword when she frowned in warning.

Cara looked up at Kahlan. "We always let our captives keep their weapons. It's a constant reminder to them that they are helpless, that even their weapons will do them no good against us."

"I know," Kahlan said in a small voice. "Richard told me."

Cara motioned Marlin to his feet. When he didn't move fast enough for her, she punched his cracked rib.

"What are you waiting for! Get up! Now, go stand over there."

After he had moved off the carpet, she grasped the corner and flung it aside. She pointed at the polished wood floor and snapped her fingers. Marlin scurried to the spot, grunting in pain with each step.

Cara snatched him by the scruff of his neck and bent him over. "Spit."

Marlin coughed blood and spat on the floor at his feet. Cara hauled him up straight, seized the neck of his tunic, and yanked his face close.

She gritted her teeth. "Now, you listen. You know the kind of pain I can give you if you displease me. Do you need another demonstration?"

He vigorously shook his head. "No, Mistress Cara."

"Good boy. Now, when I tell you to do something, that is what I wish you to do. If you do otherwise, if you go against my orders, my wishes, your magic will twist your guts like a washrag. As long as you continue to go against my wishes, the pain will only get worse. I won't let the magic kill you, but you will wish otherwise. You will beg me to kill you in order to escape the pain. I don't grant my pets' requests for death."

Marlin's face had gone ashen.

"Now. stand on that spot of your spit." Marlin moved both feet onto the red splat. Cara gripped his jaw in one hand and pointed her Agiel at his face.

"My wish is for you to stand right there, on that spot of your spit, until I tell you otherwise. You are never to so much as lift a finger to harm me, or anyone else, ever again. That is my wish. Do you understand? Do you fully understand my wishes?"

He nodded, as best he could the way her hand clamped his jaw. "Yes, Mistress Cara. I would never hurt you-I swear. You want me to stand on my spit until you give me permission to do otherwise." Tears welled up anew. "I won't move, I swear. Please don't hurt me."

Cara shoved his face away. "You disgust me. Men who break as easily as you disgust me. I've had girls last longer under my Agiel," she muttered. She pointed behind. "Those men won't hurt you. They will do nothing to stop you. If you get to the door, against my wishes, you are free and the pain will be gone." She glared at the soldiers. "You all heard me, didn't you? If he reaches the door, he's free." The soldiers nodded. "If he kills me, he's free."

This time they didn't agree until Cara yelled her order again. Cara turned her hot glare to Kahlan. "That includes you. If he kills me, or if he makes the door, he's free."

No matter how improbable, Kahlan wouldn't agree to such a thing. Marlin wanted to kill Richard. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because you need to understand. You need to trust my word."

Kahlan forced out a breath. "Get on with it," she said, without agreeing to the terms.

Cara turned her back to Marlin and folded her arms. "You know my wishes, my pet. If you wish to escape, this is your chance. You reach the door, and you're free. If you want to kill me for what I've done to you, now's your chance for that, too.