Terry Goodkind - Temple of the Winds

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Let me kill him, Cara said, her boot strikes sounding like rawhide mallets hammering the polished marble floor.

The supple leather boots Kahlan wore beneath her elegant, white Confessors dress whispered against the cold stone as she tried to keep pace without letting her legs break into a run.

No.

Cara exhibited no response, keeping her blue eyes ahead to the wide corridor stretching into the distance. A dozen leather- and chain-mail-clad DHaran soldiers, their unadorned swords sheathed, or crescent-bladed battle-axes hooked on belt hangers, crossed at an intersection just ahead. Though their weapons werent drawn, every wooden hilt was gripped in a ready fist as vigilant eyes scrutinized the shadows among the doorways and columns to each side. Their hasty bows toward Kahlan only briefly interrupted their attention to their task.

We cant just kill him, Kahlan explained. We need answers.

An eyebrow lifted over one icy blue eye. Oh, I didnt say he wouldnt give us answers before he dies. He will answer any question you have when Im finished with him. A mirthless smile ghosted across her flawless face. That is the job of a Mord-Sith: getting people to answer questionsshe paused as the smile returned to widen with professional satisfactionbefore they die.

Kahlan heaved a sigh. Cara, thats no longer your jobyour life. Your job now is to protect Richard.

That is why you should let me kill him. We should not take a risk by letting this man live.

No. We first have to find out whats going on, and were not going to start out doing it the way you want.

Caras smile, humorless as it was, had vanished again. As you wish, Mother Confessor.

Kahlan wondered how the woman had managed to change into her skintight red leather outfit so fast. Whenever there was so much as a whiff of trouble, at least one of the three Mord-Sith seemed to materialize out of nowhere in her red leather. Red, as they often pointed out, didnt show blood.

Are you sure he said that, this man? Those were his words?

Yes, Mother Confessor, his exact words. You should let me kill him before he has a chance to try to bring them to pass.

Kahlan ignored the repeated request as they hurried on down the hall. Wheres Richard?

You wish me to get Lord Rahl?

No! I just want to know where he is, in case theres trouble.

I would say that this qualifies as trouble.

You said that there must be two hundred soldiers holding weapons on him. How much trouble can one man cause with all those swords, axes, and arrows pointed at him?

My former master, Darken Rahl, knew that steel alone could not always ward danger. That is why he had Mord-Sith nearby and at the ready.

That evil man would kill people without even bothering to determine if they were really a danger to him. Richard isnt like that, and neither am I. You know that if there is a true threat, Im not shy about eliminating it; but if this man is more than he seems, then why is he so timidly cowering before all that steel? Besides, as a Confessor I am hardly defenseless against threats that steel wont stop.

We have to keep our heads. Lets not start leaping to judgments that may be unwarranted.

If you dont think he could be trouble, then why am I nearly running just to keep up with you?

Kahlan realized that she was a half a step ahead of the woman. She slowed her pace to a brisk walk. Because its Richard were talking about, she said in a near whisper.

Cara smirked. Youre as worried as I.

Of course I am. But for all we know, killing this man, if he is more than he seems, could be springing a snare.

You could be right, but that is the purpose for Mord-Sith.

So, where is Richard?

Cara gripped the red leather at her wrist and stretched her armor-backed glove tighter onto her hand as she flexed her fist. Her Agiel, an awesome weapon that appeared to be nothing more than a finger-width foot-long red leather rod, dangled from a fine gold chain at her right wrist, ever at the ready. One just like it, but no weapon in Kahlans hands, hung on a chain around Kahlans neck. It had been a gift from Richard, a gift that symbolized the pain and sacrifice they had both endured.

He is out behind the palace, in one of the private parks. Cara gestured over her shoulder. The one that way. Raina and Berdine are with him.

Kahlan was relieved to hear that the other two Mord-Sith were watching over him. Something to do with his surprise for me?

What surprise?

Kahlan smiled. Surely hes told you, Cara.

Cara snatched a glimpse out of the corner of her eye. Of course he has told me.

Then what is it?

He also told me to not to tell you.

Kahlan shrugged. I wont tell him that you told me.

Caras laugh, like her smile before, bore no humor. Lord Rahl has a peculiar way of finding out things, especially those things you wish him not to know.

Kahlan knew the truth of that. So whats he doing out there?

The muscles in Caras jaw flexed. Outdoor things. You know Lord Rahl; he likes to do outdoor things.

Kahlan glanced over to see that Caras face had turned nearly as red as her leather outfit. What sort of outdoor things?

Cara cleared her throat into her armored fist. He is taming chipmunks.

Hes what? I cant hear you.

Cara waved an impatient hand. He said that the chipmunks have come out to test the warming weather. He is taming them. Her cheeks rounded as she huffed. With seeds.

Kahlan smiled at the thought of Richard, the man she loved, the man who had seized command of DHara, and had much of the Midlands now eating out of his hand, having a fine afternoon teaching chipmunks to eat seeds out of his hand.

Well, that sounds innocent enoughfeeding seeds to chipmunks.

Cara flexed her armored fist again as they swept between two DHaran guards. He is teaching them to eat those seeds, she said through clenched teeth, out of Raina and Berdines hands. The two of them were giggling! She aimed a mortified expression toward the ceiling as she threw her hands up. Her Agiel swung on the gold chain at her wrist. Mord-Sithgiggling!

Kahlan pressed her lips tight, trying to keep from breaking into laughter. Cara pulled her long blond braid forward, over her shoulder, stroking it in a way that provoked in Kahlan an unsettling memory of the way Shota, the witch woman, stroked her snakes.

Well, Kahlan said, trying to cool the other womans indignation, maybe its not by their choice. They are bonded to him. Perhaps Richard ordered it, and theyre simply obeying him.

Cara shot her an incredulous look. Kahlan knew that any of the three Mord-Sith would defend Richard to the deaththey had shown themselves prepared to sacrifice their lives without hesitationbut though they were bonded to him through magic, they disregarded his orders wantonly if they judged them trivial, unimportant, or unwise. Kahlan imagined that it was because Richard had given them their freedom from the rigid principles of their profession, and they enjoyed exercising that freedom. Darken Rahl, their former master, Richards father, would have killed them in a heartbeat had he even suspected that they were considering disobeying his orders, no matter how trivial they were.

The sooner you wed Lord Rahl the better. Then, instead of teaching chipmunks to eat out of Mord-Sith hands, he will be eating out of yours.