Confessor: Chainfire Trilogy Part 3

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged as they turned at an intersection toward another set of stairs that would take them down to the level with the tombs. "Well, I guess that Nathan had every reason to hate me, in much the same way that Richard had every reason to hate you. As it happens, things just didn't turn out that way.

"As I mentioned a little while ago, we all make mistakes. Nathan was able to forgive mine. Since you're still alive, Richard obviously forgave yours. He must care about you."

"I told you, Richard is married to the woman he loves."

"A woman who may or may not exist."

"I put Orden in play. Believe me, I now know that she exists."

"That's not exactly what I meant."

Nicci slowed. "Then what do you mean?"

"Look, Nicci..." Ann paused as if distracted. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is for me not to call you 'Sister' Nicci?"

"You're going off the subject."

Ann flashed a brief smile. "Quite so. What I mean is that this is all larger than one man."

"What is?"

Ann threw her arms up. "All of it. This whole war, him being Lord Rahl, his gift, the war with the Imperial Order, the problems with magic caused by the chimes, the Chainfire spell, the boxes of Orden-all of it. Right now, who knows what trouble he's in. Look at all he faces. He's just one man. One lonely man. One man without anyone to help him."

"I can't deny the truth of that," Nicci said.

"Richard is a pebble in the pond-an individual at the center of so many things. He touches so many things. He has turned out to be a core element in all of our lives. Everything turns on what he does, on the decisions he makes. If he takes a wrong step, we all fall down.

"And look at the poor boy, the first born in three thousand years with Subtractive Magic, raised without learning to use his gift. Born a war wizard without even knowing how to use his own ability."

"I suppose. What of it?"

"Nicci, can you even imagine what it must be like for him? Can you imagine the pressure he must feel? He grew up in Westland in a small place and became a woods guide. He grew up without knowing anything about magic. Can you imagine what it must be like to have so much responsibility placed on your shoulders without even knowing how to call forth your gift? And on top of that, he is now a player for the power of Orden.

"When he finds out that the power of Orden is in play-in his name- can you imagine how such a thing will terrify him? He doesn't even know how to connect with his Han and now he is expected to manipulate what is perhaps the most complex bit of magic ever conceived by the mind of man?"

"That is what I'm for," Nicci said as she once more started down the hall. "I will teach him. I will be his guide."

"That's what I mean. He needs you."

"He has me. I would do anything for him."

"Would you?"

Nicci frowned over at the prelate's unreadable look. "What do you mean by that?"

"Would you do anything? Would you be the person he needs most?"

"And what would that be?"

"His partner."

Nicci's nose wrinkled with her frown. "Partner?"

"His partner in life."

"He has a partner. He has a-"

"Can she use magic?"

"She's the Mother Confessor."

"Yes, but can she use magic? Can she call upon her Han the way you can?"

"Well, I don't-"

"Can she use Subtractive Magic? You can. Richard was born with the gift for Subtractive Magic. You know how to wield such power. I don't, but you do. You are the only one on our side who does. Have you ever thought that you ended up near him for a reason?"

"A reason?"

"Of course. He can't do this alone. You are perhaps the only person alive who can be what Richard needs most-a partner who loves him, is able to teach and guide him, and who is able to be his proper mate."

"His proper mate?" Nicci could hardly believe her ears. "Dear spirits, Ann, he loves Kahlan. What are you talking about, his proper mate?"

"His proper mate." She gestured vaguely with one hand. "His equal. His equal in the feminine sense, anyway. Who better than you to be what Richard really needs? What we really need?"

"Look, I know Richard," Nicci said, bringing up a hand to halt the conversation before it went any farther. "I know that if he loves Kahlan then she must be someone remarkable. She must be his equal. You love what you admire. It is the Order's way to do the opposite, to say that you must love what is loathsome.

"She may not be able to use magic in the same ways that he can, but she has to be someone he admires, someone who completes and complements him. He would not be so devoted to her were she not. Richard wouldn't love anyone who was less.

"You are discounting her without the benefit of remembering anything about her. We don't remember Kahlan or what she's like, but you only have to know Richard to understand just how remarkable a woman she has to be.

"Besides, she's the Mother Confessor-a very powerful woman. She may not be able to do the same kinds of things with her power that a sorceress can, but a Confessor can do what no sorceress can.