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Kahlan frowned； perplexed。 〃When I was walking in front； there were spiderwebs all over。 I was picking them off my face every ten steps。〃
〃That's what I'm talking about；〃 he whispered。 〃No one had been up that part of the trail all day； but since the open place we came through； there haven't been any more。〃
〃How could that be？〃
He shook his head。 〃I don't know。 Either someone came out of the woods back by the clearing； and then went up the trail； a very hard way to travel〃…he looked her in the eyes…〃or they dropped in out of the sky。 My house is over this hill。 Let's keep our eyes sharp。〃
Richard carefully led the two of them up the rise； both scanning the woods as they went。 He wanted to run in the other direction； take them away from there； but he couldn't。 He wasn't running away without the tooth his father had given him for safekeeping。
At the top of the rise they crouched behind a big pine and looked down on his house。 Windows were broken； and the door； which he always locked； stood open。 His possessions were scattered about on the ground。
Richard stood。 〃It's been ransacked； just like my father's house。〃
She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and hauled him back down。
〃Richard！〃 she whispered angrily。 〃Your father may have e home just like this。 Maybe he went in just like you are about to do； and they were waiting for him。〃
She was right； of course。 He ran his forgers through his hair； thinking。 He looked back toward the house。 Its back sat hard up against the woods with its door facing the clearing。 Since it was the only door； anyone inside would expect him to e running in that way。 That's where they would wait； if they were inside。
〃All right；〃 he whispered back； 〃but there's something inside I have to get。 I'm not leaving without it。 We can sneak around the back； I'll get it； and then we will be away from here。〃
Richard would have preferred not to take her； but he didn't want to leave her waiting on the trail； alone。 They made their way through the woods； through the tangle of brush； skirting the house； giving it a wide berth。 When he reached the place where he would have to approach the back of the house； he motioned her to wait。 She didn't like the idea； but he would take no argument。 If there was anyone in there； he didn't want them getting her as well
Leaving Kahlan under a spruce tree； Richard started cautiously toward the house； following a serpentine route to stay on the areas of soft needles instead of treading on dry leaves。 When he finally saw the back bedroom window； he stood frozen； listening。 He heard no sound。 Carefully； his heart pounding； he took slow crouched steps。 There was movement at his feet。 A snake wriggled past his foot。 fie waited for it to pass。
At the weathered back of his house； he gently put his hand on the bare wooden frame of the window and raised his head high enough to look inside。 Most of the glass was broken out； and he could see that his bedroom was a mess。 The bedding was slashed open。 Prized books were torn apart and their pages strewn about the floor。 To the far side of the room the door to the front room was opened partway； but not enough to see beyond。 Without a wedge under it； that was the spot the door always swung to on its own。
Slowly； he put his head in the window and looked down at his bed。 Below the window was the bottom bedpost； and hanging from it were his pack and the leather thong with the tooth； right where he had left them。 He brought his arm up and started to reach through the window。
There was a squeak from the front room； a squeak he knew well。 He went cold with fright。 It was the squeak his chair made。 He had never fixed the squeak because it seemed a part of the chair's personality； and he couldn't bring himself to alter it。 Soundlessly； he dropped back down。 There could be no doubt： someone was in the front room； sitting in his chair； waiting for him。
Something caught his eye； making him look to the right。 A squirrel sat on a rotting stump watching him。 Please； he thought desperately to himself； please don't start chattering at me to leave your territory。 The squirrel。 watched him for a long moment； then jumped off the stump to a tree； scurried up； and was gone。
Richard let out his breath； and raised himself back up to look in the window again。 The door still stood as it had before。 Quickly he reached inside and carefully lifted the pack and leather thong with the tooth off the bedpost； listening wide…eyed all the time for the slightest sound from beyond the door。 His knife was on a small table on the other side of the bed。 There was no chance of retrieving it。 He lifted the pack through the window； being careful not to let it bump against any of the remaining shards of broken glass。
With his booty in hand； Richard moved quickly but silently back the way he had e； resisting a strong urge to break into a run。 He looked over his shoulder as he went to be sure no one followed。 He put his head through the loop of leather and tucked the tooth into his shirt。 He never let anyone see the tooth； it was only for the keeper of the secret book to see。
Kahlan waited where he had left her。 When she saw him； she sprang to her feet。 He crossed his lips with his finger to let her know to keep silent。 Slinging the pack over his left shoulder； he put his other hand gently on her back to move her along。 Not wanting to go … back the way they had e； he guided her through the woods to where the trail continued above his house。 Spiderwebs strung across the trail glistened in the last rays of the setting sun and they both breathed out in relief。 This trail was longer and much more arduous； but it led where he was going。 To Zedd。
The old man's house was too far to reach before dark and the trail was too treacherous to travel at night； but he wanted to put as much distance as he could between them and whomever waited back at his house。 While there was light； they would keep moving。
Coldly； he wondered if whoever was in his house could be the same person who had murdered his father。 His house was torn up just like his father's had been。 Could they have been waiting for him as they had waited for his father？ Could it be the same person？ Richard wished he could have confronted him； or at least seen who it was； but something inside him had strongly warned him to get away。
He gave himself a mental shake。 He was letting his imagination have too free a rein。 Of course something inside had warned him of danger； warned him to get away。 He had already gotten away with his life when he shouldn't have once this day。 It was foolish to trust in luck once； twice was arrogance of the worst kind。 It was best to walk away。
Still； he wished he could have seen who it was； been sure there was no connection。 Why would someone tear his house apart； as his father's had been torn apart？ What if it was the same person？ He wanted to know who had killed his father。 He burned to know。
Even though he had not been allowed to see his father's body at his house； he had wanted to know how he was killed。 Chase had told him； very gently； but he had told him。 His father's belly had been cut open and his guts had been spread out all over the floor。 How could anyone do that？ Why would anyone do that？ It made him sick and light…headed to think of it again。 Richard swallowed back the lump in his throat。
〃Well？〃 Her voice jolted him out of his thoughts。
〃What？ Well； what？〃
〃Well； did you get whatever it was you went to get？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃So what was it？〃
〃What was it？ It was my backpack。 I had to get my backpack。〃
She turned to face him with both hands on her hips and a scowl on her face。 〃Richard Cypher； you expect me to believe you risked your life to get your backpack？〃
〃Kahlan； you are ing close to getting kicked。〃 He couldn't manage a smile。
Her head was cocked to the side； and she continued to give him a sideways look； but his remark had taken the fire out of her。 〃Fair enough； my friend；〃 she said gently； 〃fair enough。〃
He could tell Kahlan was a person who was used to getting answers when she asked a question。
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As the light faded and colors muted into grayness； Richard started thinking of places to spend the night。 He knew of several wayward pines along the way that he had used on many occasions。 There was one at the edge of a clearing； just off the trail ahead。 He could see the tall tree standing out against the fading pinks of the sky； standing above all the other trees。 He led Kahlan off the trail toward it
The tooth hanging around his neck nagged at him。 His secrets nagged at him。 He wished his father had never made him the keeper of the secret book。 A thought that had occurred to him back at his house； but he had ignored； forced itself to the front of his mind。 The books at his house looked like they had been torn apart in a rage。 Maybe because none was the right book。 What if it was the secret book they were looking for？ But that was impossible； no one but the true owner even knew of the book。
And his father 。 。。 and himself 。 。 。 and the thing the tooth came from。 The thought was too farfetched to consider； so he decided he wouldn't。 He tried very hard not to。
Fear； from what had happened on Blunt Cliff and from what had been waiting for him at his house； seemed to have sapped his strength。 His feet felt almost too heavy to lift as he trudged across the mossy ground。 Just before he went through the brush into the clearing he stopped to swat a fly that was biting his neck。
Kahlan grabbed his wrist in midswat。
Her other hand clamped over his mouth。
He went rigid。
Looking into his eyes； she shook her head； then released his wrist； putting the hand behind his head while continuing to keep her other hand over his mouth。 By the expression on her face he knew she was terrified he would make a sound。 She slowly lowered him to the ground； and by his cooperation he let her know he would obey。
Her eyes held him as hard as her hands。 Continuing to watch his eyes； she put her face so close to his he could feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek。
〃Listen to me。〃 Her whisper was so low he had to concentrate to hear her。 〃Do exactly as I say。〃 The expression on her face made him afraid to blink。 〃Do not move。 No matter what happens do not move。 Or we are dead。〃 She waited。 He gave a small nod。 〃Let the flies bite。 Or we are dead。〃 She waited again。 He gave another small nod。
With a flick of her eyes she indicated for him to look across the clearing。 He slowly moved his head just a little so he could see。 There was nothing。 She kept her hand over his mouth。 He heard a few grunts； like those of a wild boar。
Then he saw it。
He flinched involuntarily。 She clamped her hand harder against his mouth。
From across the clearing； fading evening light reflected in two glowing green eyes as their gaze swept in his direction。 It stood on two feet； like a man； and was about a head taller than him。 He guessed it weighed three times as much。 Flies bit his neck； but he tried to ignore them。
He looked back to her eyes。 She had not looked at the beast； she knew what waited across the clearing。 Instead she continued to watch him； waiting to see if he would react in a way that would betray them。 He nodded again to reassure her。 Only then did she remove her hand from his mouth and put it over his wrist； holding it to the ground。 Trickles of blood ran across her neck as she lay motionless on the soft moss； letting the flies bite。 He could feel each sharp sting as they bit his neck。 Grunts cane short and low； and both turned their heads slightly to see。
With astonishing speed； it charged into the center of the clearing； moving in a shuffling； sideways motion。 It grunted as it came。 Glowing green eyes searched； while its long tail slowly swished the air。 The beat cocked its head to the side and pricked its short； rounded ears ahead； listening。 Fur covered the great body everywhere except its chest and stomach； which were covered with a smooth； glossy； pinkish skin that rippled with corded muscles underneath。 Flies buzzed a