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〃Can you at least tell me who ‘they' are？ Those who hunt you？〃
She continued to watch the road as she walked next to him。 He didn't know if she was going to answer him； but at last she did。
〃They are the followers of a very wicked man。 His name is Darken Rahl。 Please do not ask me any more for now； I do not wish to think of him。〃
Darken Rahl。 So； now he knew the name。
The late…afternoon sun was behind the hills of the Hartland Woods； allowing the air to cool as they passed through gently rolling hills of hardwood forest。 They didn't talk。 He didn't care to talk anyway； as his hand was hurting and he was feeling a little dizzy。 A bath and a warm bed were what he wanted。 Better to give her the bed； he thought； he would sleep in his favorite chair； the one with the squeak。 That sounded good； too； it had been a long day and he ached。
By a stand of birch he turned her up the small trail that would lead past his house。 He watched her walking in front of him on the narrow path； picking spiderwebs off her face and arms as she broke the strands strung across their way。
Richard was eager to get home。 Along with his knife and the other things he had forgotten to take along； there was something else he had to have； a very important thing his father had given him。
His father had made him the guardian of a secret； made him the keeper of a secret book； and had given Richard something to keep always； as proof to the true owner of the book； that it was not stolen； but rescued for safekeeping。 It was a triangular shaped tooth； three fingers wide。 Richard had strung a leather thong to it so he could wear it around his neck； but like his knife and backpack he had stupidly left the house without it。 He was impatient to have it back around his neck； without it； he couldn't prove his father wasn't a thief。
Higher up； after an open area of bare rock； the maples； oaks； and birches began to give way to spruce。 The forest floor lost its green for a quiet； brown mat of needles。 As they walked along； an uneasy feeling began to itch at him。 He gently took Kahlan's sleeve between his thumb and forefinger； pulling her back。
〃Let me go first；〃 he said quietly。 She looked at him and obeyed without question。 For the next half hour he slowed the pace； studying the ground and inspecting every branch close to the trail。 Richard stopped at the base of the last ridge before his house and squatted them down beside a patch of ferns。
〃What's wrong？〃 she asked。
He shook his head。 〃Maybe nothing；〃 he whispered； 〃but someone has been up the trail this afternoon。〃 He picked up a flattened pinecone； looking at it for a short time before tossing it away。
〃How do you know？〃
〃Spiderwebs。〃 He looked up the hill。 〃There aren't any spiderwebs across the trail。 Someone has been up the trail and broken them。 The spiders haven't had time to string more； so there aren't any。〃
〃Does anyone else live up this trail？〃
〃No。 It could be just a traveler； passing through。 But this trail isn't used much。〃
Kahlan frowned； perplexed。 〃When I was walking in front； there were spiderwebs all over。 I was picking them off my face every ten steps。〃
〃That's what I'm talking about；〃 he whispered。 〃No one had been up that part of the trail all day； but since the open place we came through； there haven't been any more。〃
〃How could that be？〃
He shook his head。 〃I don't know。 Either someone came out of the woods back by the clearing； and then went up the trail； a very hard way to travel〃…he looked her in the eyes…〃or they dropped in out of the sky。 My house is over this hill。 Let's keep our eyes sharp。〃
Richard carefully led the two of them up the rise； both scanning the woods as they went。 He wanted to run in the other direction； take them away from there； but he couldn't。 He wasn't running away without the tooth his father had given him for safekeeping。
At the top of the rise they crouched behind a big pine and looked down on his house。 Windows were broken； and the door； which he always locked； stood open。 His possessions were scattered about on the ground。
Richard stood。 〃It's been ransacked； just like my father's house。〃
She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and hauled him back down。
〃Richard！〃 she whispered angrily。 〃Your father may have e home just like this。 Maybe he went in just like you are about to do； and they were waiting for him。〃
She was right； of course。 He ran his forgers through his hair； thinking。 He looked back toward the house。 Its back sat hard up against the woods with its door facing the clearing。 Since it was the only door； anyone inside would expect him to e running in that way。 That's where they would wait； if they were inside。
〃All right；〃 he whispered back； 〃but there's something inside I have to get。 I'm not leaving without it。 We can sneak around the back； I'll get it； and then we will be away from here。〃
Richard would have preferred not to take her； but he didn't want to leave her waiting on the trail； alone。 They made their way through the woods； through the tangle of brush； skirting the house； giving it a wide berth。 When he reached the place where he would have to approach the back of the house； he motioned her to wait。 She didn't like the idea； but he would take no argument。 If there was anyone in there； he didn't want them getting her as well
Leaving Kahlan under a spruce tree； Richard started cautiously toward the house； following a serpentine route to stay on the areas of soft needles instead of treading on dry leaves。 When he finally saw the back bedroom window； he stood frozen； listening。 He heard no sound。 Carefully； his heart pounding； he took slow crouched steps。 There was movement at his feet。 A snake wriggled past his foot。 fie waited for it to pass。
At the weathered back of his house； he gently put his hand on the bare wooden frame of the window and raised his head high enough to look inside。 Most of the glass was broken out； and he could see that his bedroom was a mess。 The bedding was slashed open。 Prized books were torn apart and their pages strewn about the floor。 To the far side of the room the door to the front room was opened partway； but not enough to see beyond。 Without a wedge under it； that was the spot the door always swung to on its own。
Slowly； he put his head in the window and looked down at his bed。 Below the window was the bottom bedpost； and hanging from it were his pack and the leather thong with the tooth； right where he had left them。 He brought his arm up and started to reach through the window。
There was a squeak from the front room； a squeak he knew well。 He went cold with fright。 It was the squeak his chair made。 He had never fixed the squeak because it seemed a part of the chair's personality； and he couldn't bring himself to alter it。 Soundlessly； he dropped back down。 There could be no doubt： someone was in the front room； sitting in his chair； waiting for him。
Something caught his eye； making him look to the right。 A squirrel sat on a rotting stump watching him。 Please； he thought desperately to himself； please don't start chattering at me to leave your territory。 The squirrel。 watched him for a long moment； then jumped off the stump to a tree； scurried up； and was gone。
Richard let out his breath； and raised himself back up to look in the window again。 The door still stood as it had before。 Quickly he reached inside and carefully lifted the pack and leather thong with the tooth off the bedpost； listening wide…eyed all the time for the slightest sound from beyond the door。 His knife was on a small table on the other side of the bed。 There was no chance of retrieving it。 He lifted the pack through the window； being careful not to let it bump against any of the remaining shards of broken glass。
With his booty in hand； Richard moved quickly but silently back the way he had e； resisting a strong urge to break into a run。 He looked over his shoulder as he went to be sure no one followed。 He put his head through the loop of leather and tucked the tooth into his shirt。 He never let anyone see the tooth； it was only for the keeper of the secret book to see。
Kahlan waited where he had left her。 When she saw him； she sprang to her feet。 He crossed his lips with his finger to let her know to keep silent。 Slinging the pack over his left shoulder； he put his other hand gently on her back to move her along。 Not wanting to go … back the way they had e； he guided her through the woods to where the trail continued above his house。 Spiderwebs strung across the trail glistened in the last rays of the setting sun and they both breathed out in relief。 This trail was longer and much more arduous； but it led where he was going。 To Zedd。
The old man's house was too far to reach before dark and the trail was too treacherous to travel at night； but he wanted to put as much distance as he could between them and whomever waited back at his house。 While there was light； they would keep moving。
Coldly； he wondered if whoever was in his house could be the same person who had murdered his father。 His house was torn up just