Soul of the Fire

If Richard heard the question over the background of bird babel, he didn't let on, and he didn't answer. "I have to go look at the rest of the chickens."

"I could ask Verna and Warren for you, if it's important." Ann drew a small black book from a pocket, drawing, too, Richard's gaze. "Warren might know of it."

Richard had told Kahlan that the book Ann carried and was now flashing at him, called a journey book, retained ancient magic. Journey books were paired; any message written in it appeared simultaneously in its twin. The Sisters of the Light used the little books to communicate when they went on long journeys, such as when they had come to the New World to take Richard back to the Palace of the Prophets.

Richard brightened at her suggestion. "Please, yes. It's important." He started for the door again. "I've got to go."

"I'm going to check on the woman who lost the baby," Zedd told Ann. "Help her get some rest."

"Richard," Kahlan called, "don't you want to eat?"

As she was speaking, Richard gestured for her to come along, but was through, the door and gone before she finished the question. Zedd followed his grandson out, shrugging his perplexity back at the two women. Kahlan growled and started after Richard.

"It must be like a fanciful children's story come to life for you, for a Confessor, to marry for love," Ann commented while remaining rooted to the spot where she had been for the last hour.

Kahlan turned back to the woman. "Well, yes, it is."

Ann smiled up with sincere warmth. "I'm so happy for you, child, being able to have such a wonderful thing as a husband you dearly love come into your life."

Kahlan's fingers lingered on the lever of the closed door.

"It still leaves me utterly astonished, at times."

"It must be disappointing when your new husband seems to have more important things to attend to than his new wife, when he seems to be ignoring you." Ann pursed her lips. "Especially on your very first day being his wife."

"Ah." Kahlan released the lever and clasped both hands loosely behind her back. "So that's why Zedd left. We are to have a woman-to-woman talk, are we?"

Ann chuckled. "Oh, but how I do love it when men I respect marry smart women. Nothing marks a man's character better than his attraction to intelligence."

Kahlan sighed as she leaned a shoulder against the wall. "I know Richard, and I know he's not trying my patience deliberately… but, this is our first day married. I somehow thought it would be different than this…this chasing imaginary chicken monsters. I think he's so worried about protecting me he's inventing trouble."

Ann's tone turned sympathetic. "Richard loves you dearly. I know he is worried, though I don't understand his reasoning. Richard bears great responsibility."

The sympathy evaporated from her voice. "We all are called upon to make sacrifices where Richard is concerned."

The woman pretended to watch the chickens.

"In this very village, before the snow came," Kahlan said in a careful, level tone, "I gave Richard over to your Sisters of the Light in the hope you could save his life, even though I knew doing so could very well end my future with him. I had to make him think I had betrayed him in order to get him to go with the Sisters. Do you even have any idea…”

Kahlan made herself stop, lest she needlessly dredge up painful memories. Everything had turned out well. She and Richard were together at last. That was what mattered.

"I know," Ann whispered. "You do not have to prove yourself to me, but since it was I who' ordered him brought to us, perhaps I must prove myself to you."

The woman had surely picked the peg Kahlan wanted pounded, but she kept her response civil, anyway. "What do you mean?"

"Those wizards of so very long ago created the Palace of the Prophets. I lived at the palace, under its unique spell, for over nine hundred years. There, five hundred years before it was to happen, Nathan the prophet foretold the birth of a war wizard.

"There, together, we worked on the books of prophecy down in the palace vaults, trying to understand this pebble yet to be dropped into the pond, trying to foresee the ripples this event might cause."

Kahlan folded her arms. "From my experience, I would say prophecy may be far more occluding than revealing."

Ann chortled. "I am acquainted with Sisters hundreds of years your senior who have yet to understand that much about prophecy."

Her voice turned wistful as she went on. "I traveled to see Richard when he was newborn life, newborn soul, glimmering into the world. His mother was so astonished, so grateful, for the balance of such a magnificent gift come of such brutality as had been inflicted upon her by Darken Rahl. She was a remarkable woman, not to pass bitterness and resentment on to her child. She was so proud of Richard, so filled with dreams and hope for him.