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do to know what he can’t do. A soul is needed. A soul like his own. Otherwise, it just won’t work. Same as he couldn’t project his mind into a rock to see what it was thinking.”
    With his first finger, Richard stroked his lower lip. “Then it’s not Jagang,” he muttered to himself.
    Zedd rolled his eyes in exasperation. “What’s not Jagang?”
    Kahlan sighed. Sometimes attempting to follow Richard’s reasoning was like trying to spoon ants.

CHAPTER 6

    Rather than answer Zedd’s question, Richard seemed to once again already be half a mile down a different road.
    “ The chimes. Did you take care of them? It’s supposed to be a simple matter. Did you take care of it?”
    “ A simple matter?” Zedd’s face stood out red against his shock of unruly white hair. “Who told you that!”
    Richard looked surprised at the question. “I read it. So, did you take care of it?”
    “ We determined there was nothing to ‘take care of,’” Ann said, her voice taking on an undertone of annoyance.
    “ That’s right,” Zedd grumbled. “What do you mean it’s a simple matter?”
    “ Kolo said they were quite alarmed at first, but after investigating they discovered the chimes were a simple weapon and easily overcome.” Richard threw up his hands. “How do you know it’s not a problem? Are you certain?”
    “ Kolo? Bags, Richard, what are you talking about! Who’s Kolo?”
    Richard waggled a hand as if begging forbearance before he rose up and strode to the window. He lifted the curtain. The chicken wasn’t there. While he stretched up on his toes to peer out into the driving rain, Kahlan answered for him.
    “ Richard found a journal in the Keep. It’s written in High D’Haran. He and one of the Mord-Sith, Berdine, who knows a little of the dead language of High D’Haran, have worked very hard to translate some of it.
    “ The man who wrote the journal was a wizard at the Keep during the great war, but they don’t know his name, so they call him Kolo, from a High D’Haran word meaning ‘strong advisor.’ The journal has proved invaluable.”
    Zedd turned to peer suspiciously at Richard. His gaze returned to Kahlan. The suspicion moved to his voice. “And just where did he find this journal?”
    Richard began pacing, his fingertips to his forehead in deep concentration. Zedd’s hazel eyes waited for her answer.
    “ It was in the sliph’s room. Down in the big tower.”
    “ The big tower.” The way Zedd repeated her words sounded like an accusation. He again glanced briefly at Richard. “Don’t tell me you mean the room that’s sealed.”
    “ That’s the one. When Richard destroyed the towers between the New and Old Worlds so he could get back here, the seal was blasted off that room, too. That’s where he found the journal, Kolo’s bones, and the sliph.”
    Richard halted over his grandfather. “Zedd, we’ll tell you about all this later. Right now, I’d like to know why you don’t think the chimes are here.”
    Kahlan frowned up at Richard. “Here? What does that mean, here?”
    “ Here in this world. Zedd, how do you know?”
    Zedd straightened a finger toward the empty spot in their circle on the floor around the Grace. “Sit down, Richard. You’re making me jumpy, pacing back and forth like a hound wanting to be let out.”
    As Richard checked the window one last time before returning to sit, Kahlan asked Zedd, “What are the chimes?”
    “ Oh,” Zedd said with a shrug, “they’re just some vexatious creatures. But—”
    “ Vexatious!” Ann slapped her forehead. “Try catastrophic!”
    “ And I called them forth?” Kahlan asked, anxiety rising in her voice. She had spoken the names of the three chimes to complete magic that saved Richard’s life. She hadn’t known what the words meant, but she had known that without them Richard would have died within a breath or two at most.
    Zedd waggled a hand to allay her fears. “No, no. As Ann says, they have the