Legend of the Seeker

The Seeker now has all three Boxes of Orden.

And The Book of Counted Shadows.

My Lord.

Yes, Cara?

I'm looking around,

and I don't see any of us groveling

at the Seeker's feet,

begging to be commanded.

If he truly had the Power of Orden,

he would have used it already.

There must be some reason he hasn't,

but I'm not willing to wait around to find out what it is.

We kill him. Tonight.

If you'd given me the task sooner,

he'd already be dead.

Tell us where he is.

He was last seen yesterday,

somewhere in West Granthia.

He's somewhere...

...in a province that crosses two rivers,

a mountain range and 600 leagues of forest?

Forgive me, My Lord,

but my sisters and I are Mord-Sith,

not magicians.

How will we find him?

Tell me, Cara,

how does a sea hawk

find a tiny fish in the great wide ocean?

Are you ready?

To risk destroying his soul?

Why wouldn't I be ready for that?

I understand your fear, child,

but the Seeker has found the meaning

within The Book of Counted Shadows,

and the Book tells him that the dark power of Orden

can be tempered only by the Confessor's touch.

The Seeker would be enslaved neither by love nor by evil.

will finally be able to fulfill the Prophecy

and kill Darken Rahl.

What if--?

What if we're wrong?

What if this is some sort of trick?

You've always put your faith in the Seeker,

even before you knew his smile, or the sound of his voice.

And that faith has been rewarded time and again.

Now is not the time to waiver.

It's going to be all right.

No!

Richard!

There's no point in struggling, Confessor.

Your Wizard is dead.

And the Seeker is no more.

Such an unattractive ornament on a such a beautiful neck.

Unfortunately, I can't risk removing the rada'han,

but I can make it worthy of your beauty.

What do you want from me?

Your understanding.

I understand you perfectly.

You take whatever you want.

You're wrong, Kahlan.

If I were simply to take whatever I wanted,

you would already be in my bedchamber.

Oh, don't worry, I shan't lay a finger on you.

Until you invite me.

Then you'll be waiting an eternity.

You're being very selfish, Kahlan.

As my queen, you could bring comforts to the sick,

rebuild razed villages,

create homes for the poor children

orphaned in this terrible war

your Seeker and his misguided followers

have waged against me.

You're afraid that even if Richard is gone,

people will still believe in everything he stood for.

They'll blame you for his death,

keep fighting you.

And if you think I'm gonna help you quell their anger,

you're as mad as you are cruel.

Yes, Kahlan, I do want to quell the people's anger

through the power of your love.

I would rather die than be your puppet.

Perhaps with some time in a cold, damp dungeon,

where your love and compassion will be of no use to anyone,

will help you reconsider.

Oh, and if you're expecting

to be warmed by the flame of hope, know this:

My sorcerers examined the spot where the Seeker disappeared.

They were unanimous.

No one could have survived the explosion of magic.

You haven't won.

You still have powerful enemies.

And I will destroy them one by one.

Seeker.

Kahlan?

Zedd?

Kahlan!

Why are you calling for her, when you have me?

You're gonna die, Seeker.

Stay back.

Don't tell me the great Shota

doesn't realize her magic is useless

against the Mord-Sith.

Thank you.

We'll be kings.

What's going on? Where's the Mother Confessor?

The Wizard? Who are you?

Where were you taking the boxes?

I serve no master...

...but the Master.

What master?

Heh. Master Rahl.

You're the Seeker.

I saw you once in Brennidon.

You drove out the D'Harans.

How is it possible that you look

exactly the same as you did on that day?

Why should I look any different?

Well, I was just a child, it's almost 60 years ago.

What are you talking about?

You disappeared.

And the Master's father declared victory.

The Master's father?

Darken Rahl.

This Master these men served is Darken Rahl's son?

Yes. He sends out his followers

to slaughter anyone who won't come to him to be Confessed.

He's a Confessor?

And a tyrant.

Worse than his father.

There aren't many of us left

who'll be able to hide from him for all these years.

The Mother Confessor, Kahlan Amnell,

you know where she is?

Queen Kahlan?

Queen?

And the Master's mother.

She died many years ago.

You're back, Seeker.

You can kill the Master.

You can free the Confessed.

Please,

will you help us?

I will.

Confessor?

Kahlan, can you hear me?

Shota?

I can hear your sobs.

Why the tears?

The Seeker is dead.

Oh, no,

the Seeker is not in the Underworld.

Where is he?

A far more distant place than that, I'm afraid.

The Seeker is in the future.

Darken Rahl is dead!

When you tried to kill me something happened.

We were sent to the future.

Those stones I hit you with have clouded your mind, Seeker.

Look around, everything's different, isn't it?

Your sisters are gone.

Those madmen that tried to attack us,

they serve a new Lord Rahl,

a male Confessor. His followers are everywhere,

killin' anyone who hasn't been Confessed by him.

What if he doesn't want you to kill me?

What if he wants to Confess me?

As Darken Rahle did?

Then you will have displeased him.

On your feet, Seeker.

Where are we going?

To find out if there's any truth in what you say.

Six fingers west of the moon,

okay, the Seven Sisters pass through the House of the Lamb,

every 627 revolutions,

Ah. I have it.

Where is he?

Not where.

When.

Tell me.

The Seeker will reappear

at the site of his vanishing,

upon the rising of the second full moon

on the 58th year after his disappearance.

Fifty-eight years.

I'll be an old woman.

You don't truly believe Rahl will let you live that long.

If Richard was able travel to the future,

there must be a way for him to travel back.

What could be easier?

Your Seeker need only create a precise collision

of the same magical powers:

Orden, Confession, and Agiel

that sent him into the future.

Richard is determined,

clever, if anyone could do it--

And how will he find a Confessor in this dark future?

He'll travel to Valeria,

maybe my sister will still be alive.

Darken Rahl has already blasted Valeria into dust.

He has hunted the remaining Confessors into their graves.