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some hot tea."
Orlan lifted a meaty hand on his way past, indicating the bowls his wife cradled in an arm.
"You're one short."
She twitched a frown at him. "No I'm not; I have three bowls."
Orlan pulled four mugs down from the top shelf of the hutch. "Right. Like I said, you're one
short."
Kahlan could hardly breathe. Something was very wrong. Sisters Cecilia and Armina had frozen
dead still, their wide eyes fixed on the man. The significance of the couple's chitchat had not
escaped them.
Kahlan glanced to the stairwell and saw the girl on the steps leaning toward them, gripping the
rails, peering out, trying to fathom what her parents were talking about.
Sister Armina snatched Sister Ulicia's sleeve. "Ulicia," she said in an urgent whisper through
gritted teeth, "he sees52;"
Sister Ulicia shushed her. Her brow drew down in a dark glare as she turned her attention back to
the man.
"You are mistaken," she said. "There are only three of us."
At the same time she was talking she prodded Kahlan with the stout oak rod she carried, shoving
her farther back into the shadows behind, as if shadows alone would make Kahlan invisible to the

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man.
Kahlan didn't want to be in the shadows. She wanted to stand in the light and be seen52;really
seen. Such a thing had always seemed an impossible dream, but it had suddenly become a real
possibility. That possibility had shaken the three Sisters.
Orlan frowned at Sister Ulicia. Holding all four mugs in the grip of one meaty hand, he used his
other to point out each visitor standing in his gathering room. "One, two, three"52;he leaned to
the side, looking around Sister Ulicia, to point at Kahlan52;"four. Do you all want tea?"
Kahlan blinked in astonishment. Her heart felt as if it had come up in her throat. He saw her70;
and remembered what he saw.


CHAPTER 2
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"It can't be," Sister Cecilia whispered as she wrung her hands. She leaned toward Sister Ulicia,
her eyes darting about. "It's impossible." Her familiar, incessant but meaningless smile was
nowhere in evidence.
"Something's gone wrong70;" Sister Armina's voice trailed off when her sky blue eyes glanced
Sister Ulicia's way.
"It's nothing more than an anomaly," Sister Ulicia growled under her breath as she leveled a
dangerous look at the two of them. Never ones to be servile, the two nonetheless showed no
evidence of wanting to argue with their stormy leader.
In three strong strides Sister Ulicia closed the distance to Orlan. She seized the collar of his
nightshirt in her fist. With her other hand she swished her oak rod in the direction of Kahlan,
standing in the shadows back near the door.
"What does she look like?"
"Like a drowned cat," Orlan said in ill humor, obviously not liking her hand on his collar.