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in that struggle. Countless more innocent lives were at stake. From what she had heard, if there was one thing the D’Harans were good at, it was knowing how to make people tell what they knew.
    “I had to devote a great many resources to the task,” he said, “but it was necessary and the results were worth it. I finally created a counter to block their ability.”
    Magda wasn’t sure that she had heard him correctly. She took a step closer. “You mean you can actually stop them?”
    Lord Rahl nodded. “I was able to construct a very complex spell that I actually propagated within myself. That magic is now part of who I am, a part of every fiber of my being. In a way, I, too, have become more than I was before, much like the weapons we create out of people. That new ability now completely shields my mind from the dream walkers.”
    She gripped his forearm. “You’re certain?”
    “Yes. I tested it on our dream walker.”
    “But how can you be certain that he wasn’t pretending that he couldn’t enter your mind?”
    He arched an eyebrow. “With what was being done to him at the time, and for as long as it was being done, I promise you, if he could have gotten into my mind to stop me, he would have.”
    “So the magic you created is our salvation, then.”
    “Yes and no.”
    She felt her hopes yet again slipping away. “What do you mean?”
    “I was able to create a counter to the dream walkers, and it works perfectly. The problem was that it only worked for me. I tried but I can’t re-create a similar ability in others. It’s a power specific to me, to my inherent nature.”
    Magda’s heart sank. “So the rest of us are to remain at the mercy of the dream walkers.”
    “Not exactly. I finally succeeded in creating a way to protect other people as well. Part of the ever-escalating balance of power I spoke of before. Those in the Old World may have gotten a temporary advantage with the dream walkers, but I created a counter for them—and I now have a way for that counter to protect others as well. I can check the enemy’s plans.”
    Magda eyed him suspiciously. “What’s the problem, then?”
    “The Central Council. Most of the D’Haran Lands have accepted the solution I’ve created and are now safe from the dream walkers. We need the council to help us implement the same protection here. That’s why I need you to speak with them. I’ve already tried to convince them of the danger we’re in and the necessity of my solution, but without Baraccus to lend his support they won’t listen to me.”
    Magda pressed her fingers to her forehead, frustrated that he still thought she could somehow tell the council what to do. “If they won’t listen to the Lord Rahl, the leader of the D’Haran Lands, they certainly aren’t going to listen to me.”
    “They’ve listened to your arguments for several years and know that your appeals are always important and well reasoned. They’re used to having you speak before them. They’ve often gone along with your proposals. On the other hand, they’ve always been suspicious of me and aren’t inclined to listen with a open mind to anything I say.”
    “Lord Rahl, I wish it was otherwise, but I don’t think—”
    “If they won’t listen to you now about something this important, and they don’t do what is needed, then the people of the Midlands will have no way to guard their minds.”
    Magda paused, struck by those words.
    They were close to the same words in the note.
    Be strong now, guard your mind . . .
    She wondered if that could possibly be what Baraccus had meant. She wondered if he had been trying to tell her about the dream walkers. But how could that have been what he meant?
    She felt an icy sense of unease as she remembered, then, the whispers in her mind urging her to jump off the wall.
    Was it possible?
    Dread welled up inside her. “What do people have to do to be protected? What solution have you created?”
    “With the spell I forged,