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were really a danger to him. Richard isn't like that, and neither am I. You
know that if there is a true threat, I'm 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 won't stop.
"We have to keep our heads. Let's not start leaping to judgments that may be
unwarranted."
"If you don't think he could be trouble, then why am I nearly running to just
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 it's Richard we're talking about," she said in
a near whisper.
Cara smirked. "You're 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 waist 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 Kahlan's hands, hung on a chain around Kahlan's
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 he's 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 not to tell you."
Kahlan shrugged. "I won't tell him that you told me."
Cara's 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 what's he doing out there?"
The muscles in Cara's jaw flexed. "Outdoor things. You know Lord Rahl; he
likes to do outdoor things."
Kahlan glanced over to see that Cara's 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."
"He's what? I can't 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 D'Hara, 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.