Naked Empire   ::   Goodkind Terry

Trying to keep his breathing steady so as not to cough, he stared into Nathan's hooded, deep, dark, azure eyes. Nathan's gaze drew him in. Richard felt as if he were falling up into the clear blue sky. His breath came in ragged pulls, and not of his own doing. He felt Nathan's commanding words more than heard them.

"Call forth the anger, Richard. Call forth the rage. Call forth the hate and fury."

Richard's head was swimming. He concentrated on calling his anger. He thought about Nicholas having Kahlan and he had no trouble summoning rage.

He could feel another force within his own, as if he were drowning and someone were trying to hold his head above water.

He drifted, alone, in a dark and still place. Time seemed to mean nothing.

Time.

He had to get to Kahlan in time. He was her only chance.

Richard opened his eyes. "Nathan, I'm sorry, but…"

Nathan was drenched in sweat. Ann was sitting beside him, holding Richard's left hand, Nathan his right. Richard wondered what had happened.

Richard looked from one face to the other. "What's wrong?"

They both looked grim. "We tried," Nathan whispered. "I'm sorry, but we tried."

Richard frowned. They had only just begun.

"What do you mean? Why are you giving up so soon?"

Nathan cast a sidelong glance at Ann. "We've been at it for two hours.

Richard."

"Two hours?"

"I'm afraid there is nothing I can do, my boy." By the sound of his voice, he meant it.

Richard ran his fingers back through his hair. "What are you talking about? You're the one who told me the last time, when I had this problem, joining with a wizard would set it straight. You said it was a simple matter for a wizard to fix such a disharmony with the gift."

"That's the way it should be. But your gift is somehow tangled up into a knot that's strangling you."

"But you're a prophet, a wizard. Ann, you're a sorceress. Together you both probably know more about magic than anyone who has lived in thousands of years."

"Richard, there has not been another born like you in the last three thousand years. We don't know that much about how your particular gift works." Ann paused to push stray strands of gray hair back into the bun at the back of her head. "We tried, Richard. I swear to you, we both tried our best. Your gift is beyond Nathan's help, even with my ability enhancing his power. We tried everything we know, and even a few things we thought up.

None of it had any effect. We cannot help you.