CHAPTER 79
Nicci watched the wizard withdraw into disappointment and defeat. His expression looked as bleak as the patches of glaciers across the mountain valley. “Nothing,” he said, flexing his fingers.
Nathan Rahl had always been personable, confident, intelligent—a perfect roving ambassador for D’Hara. Nicci had accompanied him on the journey for her own purposes, but along the way she had come to value the wizard’s abilities and knowledge. There was more to the former prophet than was immediately obvious from his demeanor and his personal fa?ade.
Together, they had come a great distance and endured many hardships to find Kol Adair, all based on the whim of a witch woman. Yes, this immense, virgin land must be filled with resources, incredible wealth to whet the appetite of any ambitious ruler. But there was no magic here for Nathan. He had not found what Red promised.
Intensely weary, the old wizard folded his legs and sat on the tundra next to the cairn’s piled stones. He opened the leather pouch at his side and sadly removed his new life book. “I wonder if she left me another message.” When he turned back the cover, he saw only the sketches and journal entries that he himself had written. Hoping for answers, he skimmed the lines, but the words offered no surprises.
Future and Fate depend on both the journey and the destination.
Kol Adair lies far to the south in the Old World. From there, the Wizard will behold what he needs to make himself whole again. And the Sorceress must save the world.
He closed the cover and tucked it away again. “What should I do and where should I go now? I came to Kol Adair. Why haven’t I been made whole?” Now he only frowned at the spectacular view. “What more am I supposed to behold?”
Nicci said, “We have the rest of the Old World to explore. Maybe someone else can tell you the answer.”
Bannon looked down at the carved words in the granite tablet again, as if he had somehow misread the simple sentence. “‘Behold what you need to make yourself whole again.’” He stood up quickly. “Wait, listen to what it says! The witch woman didn’t claim you would be restored just by coming to Kol Adair. She said this is where you would see what you need.” The young man’s freckled face flushed with excitement. “Maybe we just haven’t seen it yet.”
Nathan struggled to his feet. “That means we have to look for whatever it is I need, my boy.” He pursed his lips. “Maybe some magical artifact, or a spell-form laid out in the rocks here on the pass. The witch woman wouldn’t be so obvious.”
“A witch woman rarely is,” Nicci said.
Nathan was grinning with renewed hope. “Dear spirits, there’s still a chance … but what are we even looking for?”
Bannon bent down to the large cairn and began searching among the mottled rocks, looking for answers. “Maybe something is hidden here. It’s the most obvious thing.” He found a loose stone at the base and rolled it aside, surprised to find a second flat slab with more engraved words. “I don’t think you’re finished yet, Nicci.”
She felt a chill as she saw the ominous statement carved years—or centuries—ago, but she already guessed what it would say. Sorceress, save the world. “I don’t need some ancient writing to tell me what to do,” she grumbled.
The cairn held no other messages, no artifacts, no clues. At a loss, standing on the high mountain pass, the companions searched the distance. The grand view encompassed countless miles of breathtakingly beautiful terrain, but nothing at all that might help the wizard regain his magic.
The wind whistled around them, mocking. Nathan’s azure eyes sparkled with a hint of desperate tears, and he stared as if the very intensity could make his need come true. “We’ve come a very long and difficult way to reach this place.” He shouted, “I would appreciate instructions that are a little less obtuse!”
Just then the sun shone at an angle from a precise spot up in the sky. The air shimmered on the far side of the mountains like a curtain opening, a veil pulled away—to reveal a sudden, startling vision of a distant plain beyond the mountains.
Catching a quick breath, Nicci thrust out her arm. “Look there! It’s a … city!”
Nathan and Bannon turned. The sand panther let out a low growl.
Bannon cried, “That looks even bigger than Tanimura. It wasn’t there before!”
Nathan looked giddy with excitement. “No, my boy. No, it wasn’t. Why didn’t we see it?”
Nicci drank in the unbelievable details. The far-off city was a magnificent metropolis, perhaps greater even than Aydindril and Altur’Rang combined. The skyline was a forest of fantastic construction, exotic architecture with high temples and civic buildings, crowded dwellings and elaborate villas. The tall buildings stretched upward, soaring towers built of white stone. Their roofs shone with vibrant enamel tiles; windows flashed with jewel colors of extensive glass mosaics.
The air around the whole city flickered and blurred, seen through a viewing lens that sharpened details into amazing clarity before they grew fuzzy again. It was as if a huge dome shielded the strange metropolis, hiding it—and for just a brief moment, the magic and the vantage from Kol Adair had revealed it to them. The dome was crumbling, fading.
“We are seeing it from here, for the first time.” Nathan was breathing hard. “That must be what Red meant! We reached Kol Adair, and from this exact viewpoint, we can see that city. ‘Behold what you need to make yourself whole again.’” He turned to Nicci, his smile bright. “We need to go to that city. The answer lies there. It has to.”
Nicci had spent most of her time in crowded civilization, and she much preferred a city to the austerities of life on the trail. The flickering mirage intrigued her with its possibilities. “I agree.”
Before they set off, the air shimmered again—and the entire majestic metropolis simply vanished. On the other side of the mountains, the land appeared completely empty.
Bannon yelped. “Was it just an illusion?”
“Not an illusion,” Nathan insisted. “It can’t be an illusion. Maybe the city is hiding itself somehow, camouflaged by a shroud similar to the one that hid Cliffwall for so many centuries.” He nodded, convincing himself as much as the others. “But now we know it’s there. Come, Sorceress! We still have a long journey ahead of us, but at least we realize where we have to go.”