Free Chainfire by Terry Goodkind

question.
    “You’re showing us that there are no tracks from this woman?”
    “That’s right. I’ve searched. I found my tracks and Cara’s tracks in various places, but where Kahlan’s tracks should be there are none.”
    In the uncomfortable silence no one wanted to say anything. Nicci finally took it upon herself to do so.
    “Richard, you have to know why that is. Don’t you see, now? It’s just your dream. There are no tracks because this woman doesn’t exist.”
    With him there on his knees before her, looking up at her, it seemed she could see his soul laid bare in his gray eyes. She would have given nearly anything at that moment to be able to simply comfort him. But she couldn’t do that. Nicci had to force herself to go on.
    “You said yourself that you know about tracking and yet even you can’t find any tracks left by this woman. This should put the matter to rest. This should finally convince you that she just doesn’t exist—that she never did exist.” She took a hand from under her cloak, from its warm resting place, and gently laid it on his shoulder in an effort to soften her words. “You need to let it go, Richard.”
    He looked away from her eyes as he drew his lower lip through his teeth. “It’s not as simple a picture as you’re painting it,” he said in a calm voice. “I’m asking you all to look—just look—and try to understand the significance of what it is I’m showing you. Look at how far apart Cara and my tracks are. Can’t you see that there was a third person there, between us, as we walked?”
    Nicci wearily rubbed her eyes. “Richard, people don’t always walk close together. Maybe you and Cara were both looking around for anysign of threat as you walked through here, or maybe you were both just tired and not paying attention. There could be any number of simple explanations as to why you two weren’t walking closer together.”
    “When only two people walk together they don’t habitually walk this far apart.” He pointed behind them. “Look at the tracks we made coming over her. Cara again walked to my right. Look at how much closer together the tracks are. That’s typical of two people walking side by side. You and Victor were behind us. Look at how close together your tracks are.
    “These tracks are different. Can’t you see by their nature that they’re this far apart because there was another person walking between us?”
    “Richard…”
    Nicci paused. She didn’t want to argue. She was tempted to keep quiet and let him have his way, let him believe what he wanted to believe. And yet, silence would be feeding a lie, lending life to an illusion. While she ached for his difficulty and wanted to be on his side, she couldn’t let him delude himself or she would be causing him greater harm. He could never get better, never fully recover, until he faced the truth of the real world. Helping him see reality was the only way she could really help him.
    “Richard,” she said softly, trying to get that truth through to him without sounding harsh or condescending, “your tracks are there, and Cara’s tracks are there. We can see that—you showed us. There are no others. You showed us that, too. If she was there, between you and Cara, then why are her tracks not?”
    They all hunched their shoulders in the wet and cold as they waited. Richard finally gathered his composure and spoke in a clear, firm voice.
    “I think Kahlan’s tracks were erased with magic.”
    “Magic?” Cara asked, suddenly alert and ill-tempered.
    “Yes. I think that whoever took Kahlan erased her tracks with magic.”
    Nicci was dumbfounded and made no attempt to conceal it.
    Victor’s gaze shifted back and forth between Nicci and Richard. “Can that be done?”
    “Yes,” Richard insisted. “When I first met Kahlan, Darken Rahl was after us. He was close on our trail. Zedd, Kahlan, and I had to run. If Darken Rahl had caught us we would have been finished. Zedd’s a wizard