“You were the one,” she whispered. “You were the one who closed the doors. You closed the doors in the palace. The doors on the rooms of the queen and her ladies.” He swallowed and then nodded. His blue eyes were wet. His lower lip quivered. “Why would they do that to those poor people?”
Kahlan answered in a gentle tone. The object of a soldier is to make his enemy do foolish things. Either by making them too frightened, or too angry, to think. They do it to strike fear into your hearts, but more than that, to make you so angry you will do something foolish so they can kill you, too.”
“Those men we chase are the ones who did that. We have no command to return to It’s upon us now.”
“That is the foolish thing they want you to do. You will not. You will go to another command. You are not going to attack that army.”
“Mother Confessor, I’m a soldier sworn to serve Galea and the Midlands. In my life, young though you think it is, I’ve never once entertained the idea of disobeying my commanders, my queen, or the Mother Confessor.” Captain Ryan lifted her wrist with his finger and thumb and placed her hand on his shoulder. “But in this, I must disobey your orders. If you wish, you may take me with your power, but I will not otherwise do as you say.”
Lieutenant Sloan spoke up for the first time. And then you will have to take me, because I’ll take his place, and lead our men to the fight.”
Lieutenant Hobson stepped forward. “And then you’ll have to take me.”
After the three of us,” Captain Ryan said, “you will have to move through the officers and then every one of the men. If there is one left, he will attack, and die in battle if need be.”
She drew her hand back. “I’m going to the Central Council and will take care of this. What you want to do is a suicide.”
“Mother Confessor, we are going to attack.”
“For what! For glory? You want to be heroes avenging the murdered? You want to die in a glorious battle!”
“No, Mother Confessor,” he said in a quiet tone. “We saw what those men did to Ebinissia. We saw what they did to the soldiers they captured. We saw what they did to the women and children back there. Many of the men under my command had mothers and sisters back there. We all saw what was done to them, and what was done to our fathers and brothers. Our people.”
He drew himself up tall and straight as he looked with resolve into her eyes. “We’re not doing this for glory, Mother Confessor. We know it’s a suicide mission. But we’re all single; we have no families to leave without fathers. We’re doing it because those men will go on to another city and do to them what they did in Ebinissia. We’re doing this to stop them, if we can.
“Our lives are sworn to protect our people. We cannot shirk our responsibility. We must attack and try to stop these men before they kill any more innocent people. I pray to the good spirits that you succeed in Aydindril, but still, that will take too long. How many more cities will be plundered before you can bring the Midlands to bear on these men? One city is too many. We’re the only ones in contact with these killers. Our lives are all that stand between them and their next victims.
“When I took the oath to serve, I swore that no matter the choices, no matter the orders, I would always put the protection of my people first. That’s why I must disobey your orders, Mother Confessor—not for glory, but to protect the defenseless. I wish to have your blessing in this, but I will try to stop those men with your blessing, or without it.”
She sank to sit on the log again, and stared off into the distance, pondering the three soldiers. The six men waited in silence. Children indeed. They were older than she had thought. And they were right.
It would still take her some time to get to Aydindril and more time yet to raise armies to hunt down these killers. In the meantime they would go on killing. How many would have to die waiting for help from the Central Council?
She wished she could be anyone right now but who she was. The Mother Confessor. She disregarded her feelings and considered the problem as the Mother Confessor must; she weighed lives, those spent, and those spared.
Kahlan stood and turned to Chandalen. “We must help these men.”
Chandalen pushed his hands farther up on his spear and leaned toward her. “Mother Confessor, these men are foolish children, and they are going to die. If we stay with them they will bring a storm of killing around us. We will be killed with them. They will die just the same, and you will not reach Aydindril.”
“Chandalen, these boys are like the Mud People. They are chasing their Jocopo. If we don’t help them, then more will die like we saw back in the city.”
Prindin leaned in. “Mother Confessor, we will do whatever you wish, but there is no way to help these boys. We are only four.”
Tossidin nodded. “And then you would fail in your duty to reach Aydindril. Is that not important?”