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Zedd smoothed back his unruly white hair. "I could hold the Keep by myself, if I had to."
Warren looked away from Zedd's hazel eyes. "You may have to," he said in a quiet voice. "When we get to this place"-he tapped the map again-"then you can do no more with the army, Zedd, and you must go to safeguard the Wizard's Keep and the things of magic kept there."
Kahlan could feel the blood heating her face. "You're talking about this as if it's all settled-as if it has been decided by fate and there is nothing we can do about it. We can't win if we hold such a defeatist attitude."
Warren smiled, his shy ma
"I lived in the Old World as it fell, bit by bit, to the Imperial Order. I've studied Jagang's methods. I know the man's patience. He methodically conquered the entire Old World when such a feat seemed inconceivable. He spent years building roads just to be able to accomplish his plans. He never wavers from his goal.
There are times when you can anger or humiliate him into a rash action, but he quickly comes to his senses.
"He quickly comes to his senses because he has a cause that is paramount to him.
"You must understand something important about Jagang. It's the most important thing I can tell you about the man: he believes with all his heart that what he is doing is right. He revels in the glory of conquest and victory, to be sure, but his deepest pleasure is being the one who has brought what he sees as righteousness to those he views as heathens. He believes that mankind can only advance, ethically, if they are all brought under the moral authority of the Order."
"That's just nonsense," Kahlan said.
"You may think so, but he truly believes he is serving the cause of the greater good for mankind. He believes piously in this. It is a sacred moral truth to him and his ilk."
"He believes that murder, rape, and enslavement are just?" General Meiffert asked. "He would have to be out of his mind."
"He was raised at the feet of priests of the Fellowship of Order."
Warren lifted a finger to make sure they all noted his point. "He believes that all those things and more are justified. He believes that only the next world matters, because then we will be in the eternal Light of the Creator.
The Order believes that you earn that reward in the next world by sacrificing for your fellow man in this world. All those who refuse to see this-that would be us-must either be brought to follow the Order's ways, or die."
"So," General Meiffert said, "it's his sacred duty to crush us. It's not plunder he seeks, primarily, but his bizarre version of the salvation of mankind."
"Exactly."
"All right," Kahlan said with a sigh. "So, what do you think this holy man of justice will do?"
"He basically has two choices, I believe. If he is to conquer the New World and bring all of mankind under the authority of the Order, he must take two important places, or he has not really succeeded: Aydindril, because it is the seat of power in the Midlands, and the People's Palace in D'Hara, because it reigns over the D'Haran people. If those two fall, everything else will crumble. He could have gone for either. Emperor Jagang has now made his choice of which falls first.
"The Imperial Order is going for Aydindril in order to split the Midlands. Why else would they go north? What better way to defeat an enemy than to cleave them in two? After they have Aydindril, they will turn their swords to an isolated D'Hara. What better way to demoralize an enemy than to first go for their heart?
"I am not saying that it is preordained, but merely telling you the way the Order goes about its grisly work. This is the same thing Richard has already figured out. Given that we can't realistically expect to stop them, I think it only wise to face the reality of what is, don't you?"
Kahlan's gaze sank to the map. "I believe that in the darkest hours we must believe in ourselves. I do not intend to surrender the D'Haran Empire to the Imperial Order. We need to wage the best war we can until we can turn it around."
"The Mother Confessor is right," Zedd insisted with quiet authority.
"The last great war I fought, in my youth, seemed just as hopeless for a time. We prevailed, and drove the invaders back to the place from where they had come."
None of the D'Haran officers said anything. It was D'Hara that was that invader. "But things are different, now. That was a war pressed by an evil leader." Zedd met the gaze of General Meiffert, Captain Zimmer, and the other D'Haran officers. "Every side in a war has good people, just as they all have the bad. Richard, as the new Lord Rahl, has given those good people a chance to flourish.
"We must prevail in this. As difficult as it may now be to believe, there are good people in the Old World, too, who would not wish to be under the boot heel of the Order, or to press a war for the Order's reasons.
Nonetheless, we must stop them."
"So," Kahlan said, gesturing at the map before Warren, "how do you think Jagang will press the war?"
Warren tapped the map again, to the south of Aydindril. "Knowing Jagang and the way he conquers his opponents, I think he will stick to his grand plan. He has a goal and will doggedly continue to move toward it. There is nothing we have shown him that he has not seen from other opponents for his whole life. With that experience, I'm sure he finds this war unexceptional.
I don't mean to discount our efforts-all war has its surprises, and we've given him some nasty ones. I would say, though, that it is going largely as he expected.
"It will take them the summer to advance to this place I've shown you, given his usual pace and the fact that you will be harrying them. Jagang, in general, has always moved slowly, but with unstoppable force. He will simply pour in enough men to crush the opposition. He feels that if he takes time to get to his enemy, it only gives them more time to tremble in fear of him.
When he finally arrives, his enemies are often ready to crumble from the agony of the wait.
"If you put your force there, where I showed you, you will be able to protect Aydindril next winter, as Jagang will be content to bide his time.
He has learned what a hardship the winters are in the New World. He will not needlessly press a winter campaign. But in the summer, when they move again, like they do now, then Aydindril will fall-whether or not you stand against the weight of their main force. When they move on Aydindril, we must hold the Wizard's Keep. That is all we can do."
The room was silent. The fire was cold, now. Warren and Verna had already packed their things and were ready to go, as was most of the rest of the army. Warren and Verna were losing their home. Kahlan glanced to the side, letting her gaze linger on the curtains she had long ago made for them. Their wedding seemed but a dim memory.
Her own wedding seemed but a distant dream. Every time she woke, Richard seemed almost a ghost to her. Mind-numbing, relentless, never-ending war seemed the only reality. There were occasional fleeting moments when she thought that she might have only dreamed him, that he couldn't possibly have really existed, that their long-ago happy summer home in the mountains never happened. Those moments of doubt terrified her more than Jagang's army.
"Warren," Kahlan asked in a soft voice, "what then? What do you think will happen the following summer, after they have taken Aydindril?"