Legend of the Seeker

Richard Cypher, you are the true Seeker.

Bring him down!

Never forget this day, Rachel.

Tell your grandchildren that you were there

when word came that the great tyrant Darken Rahl

was gone forever.

Where did he go?

Thanks to the Seeker, that monster is dead

and rotting for all eternity in the Underworld.

Darken Rahl.

Kneel before the Keeper.

Forgive me, Master.

I have failed you.

No. You have succeeded.

Exactly as I intended.

My Lord?

And now you will help me expand my dominion

to the World Above.

Yes, Keeper.

But I must warn you.

There is one who will stand in your way.

As he stood in mine.

There is no escape from death.

Even the Seeker will belong to me.

To the Seeker.

To the Seeker!

* When shadows long O'er take the day *

* And evil doth enslave us

This is flattering,

but we should get on the road soon.

If we leave now,

we can put in six leagues before the moon goes down.

And offend our hosts?

* Kingdoms fall The Seeker then shall *

The tyrant's only been dead a week.

Savor each victory, Richard.

As though it were a juicy leg of mutton.

You never know when it'll be your last.

Well, that's encouraging.

That was lovely.

Rachel.

Come.

Sit, child.

Are you going to stay here with us?

It's nice here.

I wish we could.

But Richard and I need to see Kahlan safely to Aydindril.

Why are you going there?

That's where the Mother Confessor presides.

The Midlands under the rule of law and justice.

I never thought I'd live to see the day.

Are you going to marry Richard?

Rachel!

Uh, it's all right.

Um...

No, we're not getting married.

Don't you love each other?

Yes.

But my duties as a Confessor,

my powers,

keep me from being able

to be a wife to Richard.

That's not fair.

It's awfully warm in here, isn't it?

How about a special treat to cool you off?

Yes, please.

Do you like apple cider?

( Zedd speaks in ancient tongue )

There you go, my dear.

Everybody stop!

The creature can only see you if you move.

Martha!

Rachel. Stop.

Hey, you. Over here.

Come on.

Hyah!

Right here, you bastard!

We're wasting time, Cara.

You're disturbing my bath, Triana.

While you're washing your hair,

D'Hara is going to pieces.

We should go to the People's Palace now.

And do what when we get there?

Loot the wine cellar?

We swear our allegiance to Lord Rahl.

Lord Rahl is dead.

If he were the last of his bloodline,

then our Agiels would have lost their power.

If and when the new Lord Rahl should claim the throne,

we'll decide if he's worthy of our services.

Until then,

who better to bring order to the territories

than the Mord-Sith?

I've called for a meeting

of all our sisters at the Temple of Jandralyn.

We leave today.

When did you become queen?

I must have missed the coronation.

I demand an honorable death.

It's my right as a Mord-Sith.

You deserve no honor.

You will stay alive, and serve me.

Does anyone else have a problem?

Tracks came from down here.

What in the name of the Spirits?

It's as I feared.

The creatures escaped from the Underworld.

It's a screeling.

Like the nursery rhyme.

The screelings are loose,

The Keeper may win,

His assassins have come To rip off your skin.

If I remember right, the poem says

the only way to kill it is to hack it into pieces.

Richard tried hacking it with the Sword of Truth.

It didn't even seem to hurt the creature.

If we can't kill it, we'll find it and trap it.

Our problems are far greater than one nasty monster.

This crack in the earth,

it's a tear in the veil that separates the Underworld

from the World of the Living.

As long as it's open,

there's no way to prevent the Keeper of the Underworld,

the great enemy of all that walks,

breathes and grows in the light,

from sending his minions

to bring death to every living thing.

I fear the screeling is but the vanguard.

How could this have happened?

In all my years as a Wizard,

I have only known one form of magic

strong enough to tear the veil.

The Power of Orden.

This happened when I killed Rahl.

When the Boxes of Orden exploded.

Wizard's Second Rule:

The greatest harm can come from the best intentions.

Well, if I did this, I'll find a way to undo it.

The only way I know of to close the rift

is the way the Creator sealed the Underworld

at the beginning of time.

The Stone of Tears.

He who possesses the Stone

would be able to repair the veil.

Then we'll find it.

The Stone has been lost for centuries beyond count.

Many have given their lives searching for it.

If anyone can find it, the Seeker can.

Kahlan, I share your faith in Richard.

But the veil is delicate.

In the time it takes to find one tiny Stone

amid all the rocks and mountains of creation,

cracks like this could appear anywhere,

spreading and splintering in all directions.

And then there would be nothing

to prevent the Keeper from waging war

on the World of the Living.

Seeker!

D'Harans soldiers are in the town.

They're demanding to see you.

Darken Rahl is dead.

The war is over.

Lay down your arms, or you will feel my Sword.

We have not come to fight, My Lord.

Master Rahl, guide us.

SOLDIERS ( in unison ): Master Rahl, protect us.

In your light, we thrive.

In your wisdom, we are humbled.

We live only to serve.

Our lives are yours.

I was born into the service