Free Warheart by Terry Goodkind

ways, the one meant to stop Sulachan, must be brought back from the world of the dead,” Nicci insisted. “If he is the one prophecy names, then there must be a way, otherwise there would be no purpose to all those thousands of years of prophecy.”
    â€œUnless it is all false prophecy,” Red muttered. She finally paused in her pacing to stare at Nicci. “But this would explain a lot of things that I’ve seen in the flow of time that haven’t made any sense.”
    â€œThen you do know of something,” Kahlan said as she moved closer to the witch woman.
    â€œPerhaps I was thinking of it the wrong way,” she said under her breath to herself as she went back to pacing.
    Kahlan listened to the crunch of gravel for a time before her patience ran out. “What do you mean?”
    â€œI wish I could see him more clearly, see the flow of time around him. That husband of yours has been using and confusing prophecy for thousands of years. He likewise muddies the things I see in the flow of time.”
    â€œWell, you must be able to see some of it. You have seen the events around him before. If you see a shadow, you know that something is casting that shadow. What part are you able to see?” Kahlan asked. “Maybe that’s a place for us to start.”
    The witch woman cast a worried look at Kahlan. “I didn’t have the pieces I needed to understand.”
    â€œUnderstand what?” Kahlan asked. “Have you thought of a way that you can help us?”
    Red drew a long breath. “Maybe. I think I may be beginning to understand what you must do.” She walked off toward the stream, staring down into the swirling water for a time. “If I’m right, then you should fear the things I would tell you.”
    â€œAnd what would those things be?” Kahlan asked.
    The witch woman finally returned to them and studied both Kahlan and Nicci’s faces for a time before answering.
    â€œYou must make the dead talk to you.”
    â€œAnd how would we do that?” Kahlan asked without pause, already knowing that she would be willing to do whatever it took to get Richard back.
    Red put a hand on her shoulder as she turned her blue eyes away, looking off into things only a witch woman could see.
    â€œI must leave you for a little while,” she said in a quiet voice. “Keep the fire going. It will be dark when I return. Eat, rest, and wait until I return.”
    â€œWhere are you going?” Kahlan called after her.
    â€œI must look into the flow of time to seek the answers you need,” the witch woman said as she walked off toward the trees.
    Hunter bounded down off his rock and followed her as she disappeared into the shadows.

 
    CHAPTER
    11
    Kahlan stood in a rush when she saw Red emerge from the stand of oaks. Nicci stood beside her. The Mord-Sith were on watch nearby and started back when they saw the witch woman returning.
    â€œSo, what did you mean when you said that we have to make the dead talk to us?” Kahlan asked impatiently. “Did you discover what we need to do?”
    Even though it was dark, the low fire gave enough light to reveal the troubled expression on Red’s face. She looked drawn and tired. She had been gone the entire afternoon and then for hours after the sun had set. Kahlan had worried that she might never return.
    â€œNot you,” the witch woman said to Kahlan as she came to a stop before Nicci. “You.”
    â€œMe?” Nicci asked. She quickly recovered from the surprise. “All right, if it will help us get Richard back. What is it I need to do?”
    Red slowly paced off partway toward the stream, still deep in thought, as if trying to think of a way to explain it.
    â€œThis is not something that can be accomplished easily, if at all,” the witch woman said without turning back. “We are seeking to bring a soul back from the world of the dead. In order to do such a