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rd turned them to the right a little； following the edge of the dead bog； hoping it would lead them back to the trail。
Shadows from the brush among the oaks watched them。 He told himself it was his imagination that made the shadows seem to have eyes。 There was no wind； no movement； no sound。 He was angry with himself for being lost； despite how easily it could happen in this place。 He was a guide； getting lost was unforgivable。
Richard breathed out in relief when he saw the trail at last。 They quickly dismounted and checked their two charges。 There was no change in Zedd； but at least Chase's wound had stopped bleeding。 Richard had no idea what to do for them。 He didn't know if they had been knocked unconscious； or if their condition was caused by some sort of magic from the boundary。 Kahlan didn't know either。
〃What do you think we should do？〃 she asked him。
Richard tried not to look as worried as he really was。 〃Chase said we had to get to the swamp or the hounds would get us。 It won't do them any good to be laid out here and tended to while we wait for them to wake； only to have the hounds get 'us all。 As I see it； we have only two choices： leave them here or take them with us。 There is no way I'm leaving them。 Let's tie them down on the horses so they don't fall off； and get to the swamp。〃
Kahlan agreed。 They worked quickly to lash their friends to the horses。 Richard changed Chase's bandage； and cleaned up the wound a little。 The mist was changing to a light rain。 He fished around in the packs； finding the blankets； and removed the oilcloth they were wrapped in。 They put a blanket over each friend； then covered them with the oilcloth to keep them dry； crisscrossing rope over it all to hold it in place。
When they were finished； Kahlan unexpectedly put her arms around him； hugging him close and tight for a moment； separating before he could return her gesture。
〃Thank you for saving me；〃 she said softly。 〃The boundary terrifies me。〃 She looked sheepishly up at him。 〃And if you remind me what I said about not ing after me； I'll kick you。〃 She smiled as she looked up from under her eyebrows。
〃Not a word。 I promise。〃
He smiled back at her and pulled up the hood of her cloak； stuffing her hair into it； to keep her dry in the rain。 He pulled up his own hood and they started off down the road。
The woods were deserted。 Rain dripped down through the tangle overhead。 Branches reached around the trail like talons reaching to snatch both people and horses。 Even without their riders' direction； the horses trotted their way carefully down the center of the road； their ears pricking from one side to the other； as if listening to the shadows。 So dense was the thicket to each side that there was no chance they could take to the trees if they had to。 Kahlan drew her cloak tighter。 It was go on； or go back。 And there was no going back。 They rode the horses hard the rest of the afternoon and evening。
When the day's death began stealing away the soft gray light； they still had not reached the swamp； and there was no way to tell how much farther it was。 Off through the tangled woods； they caught the sound of howling。 Their breath caught in their throats。
The heart hounds were ing
CHAPTER 15
THE HORSES NEEDED No encouragement to run。 They fled down the road at full speed； their riders making no attempt to slow them； the howls of the heart hounds energizing the effort。 Water and mud splashed as their hooves pounded the road； and rain ran in rivulets across their hides； but it was the mud that won out； streaking and caking on their legs and bellies。 When the hounds shrieked； the horses returned a snort of fear。
Richard let Kahlan take the lead； wanting to stay between her and their pursuers。 The sounds of the heart hounds were still distant； off toward the boundary； but he knew by the way they were angling in from the left that it… was only a matter of time until they would be overtaken。 If they could turn to the right and head away from the boundary； there was a chance they could outrun the hounds； but the woods were thick； impenetrable； it would be slow going if they could find an opening； a sure death if they tried。 Their only chance was to stay on the road and reach the swamp before they were caught。 Richard didn't know how far it was； or what they would do once they reached it； only that they had to
The colors of day were washing out into a sullen gray as night approached。 Rain pelted his face in small； cold pricks； heated and mingled with sweat； and ran down his neck。 Richard watched the bodies of his two friends bounce and jostle on the horses； hoping they were tied down securely enough； hoping they were not badly hurt； hoping they would be conscious soon。 The ride couldn't be doing them any good。 Kahlan didn't turn or look back。 She bent to her task； her dark form hunched forward over the horse as it ran。
The road curved back and forth as it threaded its way around imposing misshapen oaks and rock outcroppings。 Dead trees became more infrequent。 Leaves of the oak； ash； and maple trees sealed the riders away from the last vestiges of the sky； darkening the trail even more。 The hounds were getting closer when the road began to descend into a sodden wood of cedar。 A good sign； Richard thought： cedar often grew where the ground was wet。
Kahlan's horse disappeared over the edge of a drop。 Richard reached the brink of the sharp slope and saw her again； descending into a bowl in the earth。 The tangled tops of trees spread out into the distance； at least as much of it as he could see in the mist and dim light。 It was the Skow Swamp； at last。
The smell of wet and rot assailed him as he followed her in a rush； down through swirling trailers of mist that moved and spun at their passing。 Sharp calls and hoots came from the dense vegetation。 The howls of the heart hounds came from behind； closer now。 Woody vines hung from slick twisted limbs of trees that stood in the water on roots looking like claws； and smaller leafy vines spiraled around anything strong enough to hold them。 Everything seemed to be growing on top of something else； seeking to gain an advantage。 Water； dark and still； sat in stagnant expanses； sneaking in under clumps of bushes； enveloping stands of fat…bottomed trees。 Duckweed drifted in thick mats on the water； looking like manicured lawn。 The lush growth seemed to swallow the sound of their horse's hooves； allowing only the native calls to echo across the waters。
The road narrowed into a trail that struggled to remain above the black water； making it necessary to slow the horses for fear they would break a leg on the roots。 Richard saw that as Kahlan's horse passed； the surface of the water rolled in lazy ripples as things moved under it。 He heard the hounds at the top of the bowl。 Kahlan turned at the howls。 If they stayed on the trail； the hounds would be at them in a matter of minutes。 As Richard looked around he pulled the sword free。 It sent its distinctive ringing across the murky water。 Kahlan stopped and looked back to him。
〃There〃…he pointed with the sword across the water to their right