Terry Goodkind - Naked Empire

You knew they were there, didnt you? Kahlan asked in a hushed tone as she leaned closer.

Against the darkening sky, she could just make out the shapes of three black-tipped races taking to wing, beginning their nightly hunt. That was why hed stopped. That was what hed been watching as the rest of them waited in uneasy silence.

Yes, Richard said. He gestured over his shoulder without turning to look. There are two more, back there.

Kahlan briefly scanned the dark jumble of rock, but she didnt see any others.

Lightly grasping the silver pommel with two fingers, Richard lifted his sword a few inches, checking that it was clear in its scabbard. A last fleeting glimmer of amber light played across his golden cape as he let the sword drop back in place. In the gathering gloom of dusk, his familiar tall, powerful contour seemed as if it were no more than an apparition made of shadows.

Just then, two more of the huge birds shot by right overhead. One, wings stretched wide, let out a piercing scream as it banked into a tight gliding turn, circling once in assessment of the five people below before stroking its powerful wings to catch its departing comrades in their swift journey west.

This night they would find ample food.

Kahlan expected that as Richard watched them he was thinking of the half brother that until just recently he hadnt known existed. That brother now lay a hard days travel to the west in a place so naked to the burning sun that few people ever ventured there. Fewer still ever returned. The searing heat, though, had not been the worst of it.

Beyond those desolate lowlands, the dying light silhouetted a remote rim of mountains, making them look as if they had been charred black by the furnace of the underworld itself. As dark as those mountains, as implacable, as perilous, the flight of five pursued the departing light.

Jennsen, standing to the far side of Richard, watched in astonishment. What in the world?

Black-tipped races, Richard said.

Jennsen mulled over the unfamiliar name. Ive often watched hawks and falcons and such, she said at last, but Ive never seen any birds of prey that hunt at night, other than owlsand these arent owls.

As Richard watched the races, he idly gathered small pebbles from the crumbling jut of rock beside him, rattling them in a loose fist. Id never seen them before, either, until I came down here. People weve spoken with say they began appearing only in the last year or two, depending on whos telling the story. Everyone agrees, though, that they never saw the races before then.

Last couple of years Jennsen wondered aloud.

Almost against her will, Kahlan found herself recalling the stories theyd heard, the rumors, the whispered assertions.

Richard cast the pebbles back down the hardpan trail. I believe theyre related to falcons.

Jennsen finally crouched to comfort her brown goat, Betty, pressing up against her skirts. They cant be falcons. Bettys little white twins, usually either capering, suckling, or sleeping, now huddled mute beneath their mothers round belly. Theyre too big to be falconstheyre bigger than hawks, bigger than golden eagles. No falcon is that big.

Richard finally withdrew his glare from the birds and bent to help console the trembling twins. One, eager for reassurance, anxiously peered up at him, licking out its little pink tongue before deciding to rest a tiny black hoof in his palm. With a thumb, Richard stroked the kids spindly white-haired leg.

A smile softened his features as well as his voice. Are you saying you choose not to see what youve just seen, then?

Jennsen smoothed Bettys drooping ears. I guess the hair standing on end at the back of my neck must believe what I saw.

Richard rested his forearm across his knee as he glanced toward the grim horizon. The races have sleek bodies with round heads and long pointed wings similar to all the falcons Ive seen. Their tails often fan out when they soar but otherwise are narrow in flight.

Jennsen nodded, seeming to recognize his description of relevant attributes. To Kahlan, a bird was a bird. These, though, with red streaks on their chests and crimson at the base of their flight feathers, she had come to recognize.

Theyre fast, powerful, and aggressive, Richard added. I saw one easily chase down a prairie falcon and snatch it out of midair in its talons.

Jennsen looked to be struck speechless by such an account.

Richard had grown up in the vast forests of Westland and had gone on to be a woods guide. He knew a great deal about the outdoors and about animals. Such an upbringing seemed exotic to Kahlan, who had grown up in a palace in the Midlands. She loved learning about nature from Richard, loved sharing his excitement over the wonders of the world, of life. Of course, he had long since come to be more than a woods guide. It seemed a lifetime ago when shed first met him in those woods of his, but in fact it had only been little more than two and a half years.

Now they were a long way from Richards simple boyhood home or Kahlans grand childhood haunts. Had they a choice, they would choose to be in either place, or just about anywhere else, other than where they were. But at least they were together.

After all she and Richard had been throughthe dangers, the anguish, the heartache of losing friends and loved onesKahlan jealously savored every moment with him, even if it was in the heart of enemy territory.

In addition to only just finding out that he had a half brother, they had also learned that Richard had a half sister: Jennsen. From what they had gathered since theyd met her the day before, she, too, had grown up in the woods. It was heartwarming to see her simple and sincere joy at having discovered a close relation with whom she had much in common. Only her fascination with her new big brother exceeded Jennsens wide-eyed curiosity about Kahlan and her mysterious upbringing in the Confessors Palace in the far-off city of Aydindril.

Jennsen had had a different mother than Richard, but the same brutal tyrant, Darken Rahl, had fathered them both. Jennsen was younger, just past twenty, with sky blue eyes and ringlets of red hair down onto her shoulders. She had inherited some of Darken Rahls cruelly perfect features, but her maternal heritage and guileless nature altered them into bewitching femininity. While Richards raptor gaze attested to his Rahl paternity, his countenance, and his bearing, so manifest in his gray eyes, were uniquely his own.