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TEMPLE OF THE WINDS
by TERRY GOODKIND


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 Confessor's
dress whispered against the cold stone as he 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 D'Haran
soldiers, their unadorned swords sheathed, or crescent-bladed battle-axes
hooked on belt hangers, crossed at an intersection just ahead. Though their
weapons weren't 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 can't just kill him," Kahlan explained. "We need answers."
An eyebrow lifted over one icy blue eye. "Oh, I didn't say he wouldn't give us
answers before he dies. He will answer any question you have when I'm finished
with him." A mirthless smile ghosted across her flawless face. "That is the
job of a Mord-Sith: getting people to answer questions"-she paused as the
smile returned to widen with professional satisfaction-"before they die."
Kahlan heaved a sigh. "Cara, that's no longer your job-your 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 what's going on, and we're not going to start
out doing it the way you want."
Cara's 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, didn't 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. "Where's
Richard?"
"You wish me to get Lord Rahl?"
"No! I just want to know where he is, in case there's 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