The Omen Machine. Terry Goodkind
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was on you. It wasn’t what you’re used to. Could it simply be a feeling left over from being the center of so much focus and attention?”
Cara considered the question as if she hadn’t thought of it that way. Her brow finally drew tight with conviction. “No. Someone was watching me.”
“All right. When did you first have this feeling that someone was watching you?”
“Just before dawn,” she said without hesitation. “It was still dark. At first I thought there was someone in the room, but there wasn’t anyone in there other than the two of us.”
“Are you sure that it was you they were watching?” Zedd asked, the question sounding innocent enough. Kahlan knew better.
Silent up until then, Benjamin looked puzzled. “You mean you think they may have been watching me?”
Zedd directed a meaningful look at the tall, blond-headed D’Haran general. “What I mean, is that I’m wondering if they were actually watching the both of you.”
“We were the only ones in there,” Cara said, her growl back.
Zedd tilted his head toward her. “You were in one of the Lord Rahl’s bedchambers.”
Understanding suddenly flashed in Cara’s intense blue eyes. With the realization, her voice turned from annoyed to icy as she took on the demeanor of the interrogator, a role that fit Mord-Sith as well as their leather outfits. She narrowed her eyes at the wizard.
“Are you suggesting that someone was looking into that room to see if it was Lord Rahl in there?”
She had clearly caught Zedd’s meaning.
Zedd shrugged his bony shoulders. “Were there mirrors in the room?”
“Mirrors? Well, I guess…”
“There are two mirrors in that room,” Kahlan said. “There is a tall one off to the side, on a stand beside the bookcase, and a smaller one over the dressing table.”
The room was one of Richard and Kahlan’s gifts to Cara and Benjamin. The Lord Rahl, while in his palace, had the choice of a number of bedchambers— probably an ancient defensive ploy to thwart assassins. There were probably more private rooms belonging to Richard in the palace than he had visited or was even aware of. Richard and Kahlan had wanted Cara to have one of the lovely rooms as hers and Benjamin’s whenever they were at the People’s Palace. It only seemed right, seeing as how Benjamin was the head of the First File, the Lord Rahl’s guards when he was in the palace, and Cara was Richard and Kahlan’s closest bodyguard.
Richard, having grown up as a woods guide, had thought that one bedroom was more than adequate. Kahlan thought so as well. They also had rooms at the Confessors’ Palace, in Aydindril, as well as yet other quarters set aside for them in various other places.
Kahlan didn’t really care what rooms they had, or where, as long as she and Richard were together. In fact, some of her happiest memories were of living one summer in the small house Richard had built for them in the wilderness of Westland.
Cara had willingly accepted the room in the palace. No doubt in large part because it was close to Richard and Kahlan’s room.
“Why do you want to know if there were mirrors in the room?” Benjamin asked. His voice, too, had changed. He was now the general in charge of the Lord Rahl’s safety at the People’s Palace.
Zedd lifted an eyebrow and fixed the man in the meaningful gaze. “There are those, I hear tell, who have the ability to use dark forms of magic to gaze through mirrors into another place.”
“Are you certain of that,” Richard asked, “or is it just idle gossip?”
“Gossip,” Zedd admitted with a sigh. “But sometimes gossip turns out to be reliable.”
“And who can accomplish such a thing?” Richard’s voice, it seemed to Kahlan, was sounding very much like the Lord Rahl demanding answers. What ever was happening, it was making each of them edgy.
Zedd turned his palms up. “I don’t know, Richard. It’s not something I can do. I’m not familiar with the skill, or if it is even true. Like I said, it’s gossip I’ve heard, not personal experience.”
“Why would they be looking for Lord Rahl and the Mother Confessor?” Cara asked. She was clearly now more upset over that than she had been when she had thought someone was looking in on her and Benjamin.
“Good question,” Zedd said. “Did you hear anything?”
Cara considered for only an instant. “No. I heard nothing and I saw nothing. But I could feel someone looking.”
Zedd twisted his mouth as he considered. “Well, I’ll put a shield on the room for you to keep prying eyes out.”
“And will a shield of magic be able to stop the product of gossip?” Richard asked.
Zedd’s smile finally returned. “Can’t say for sure. I don’t know if such an ability is real or not, and I don’t know if there really was someone looking in on that room.”
“There was,” Cara insisted.
Kahlan spread her hands. “Seems that the simplest thing to do would be to cover the mirrors.”
“No,” Richard said in a thoughtful tone as he gazed into the atrium, “I don’t think they should cover the mirrors, or put a shield on the room.”
Zedd planted his fists on his hips. “And why not?”
“If someone, somehow, was looking in on that room and we cover the mirrors or shield the place, then they can’t look in there again.”
“That’s the point,” Kahlan said.
“And then they would know that we were aware of them and we won’t know why they were looking in there.”
Zedd stuck one long bony finger into his disorderly thatch of wavy white hair and scratched his scalp. “You lost me, my boy.”
“Well, if whoever was looking in there was really looking for Kahlan and me, then they’ve already learned that it wasn’t us in that room. So, if we leave the room unshielded and the mirrors the way they are, and Cara doesn’t feel like she is being watched again tonight, then that would confirm that they weren’t actually interested in Cara and Benjamin. If they’re really looking for Kahlan and me, then they will have moved on to look elsewhere.”
Kahlan knew Richard well enough to know that there was some inner calculation going on in his head.
Cara fingered the chain holding her Agiel as she thought it over. “That makes sense. If they don’t come looking in again tonight then that means they’re probably looking for you and the Mother Confessor.”
Zedd gestured offhandedly. “Or it could mean that it wasn’t real and that you were only imagining it.”
“How do we find out who could be doing such a thing? Looking into a room like that?” Benjamin asked, before Cara had a chance to argue.
Zedd shrugged. “I’m not saying that such a thing is even possible. I’ve never heard of any specific magic that could do such a thing, only rumors of it. I think we’re all letting our imaginations get away from us. Tonight, let’s try to be a little more objective, shall we?”
After a moment of silent consideration, Cara nodded. “I’ll pay more attention tonight. But I wasn’t imagining it.”
Kahlan could tell by the way Richard was staring blankly into the atrium that he was already thinking about something else. The others sensed the same thing and waited in silence to see what was on his mind.
“Have any of you heard of Kharga Trace?” he finally asked into the quiet.
CHAPTER 4
Kharga Trace?” Benjamin asked.