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　how　much　he　missed　the　Hartland　Woods。　He　vowed　to　himself　that　if　he　stopped　Rahl；　he　would　see　to　it　that　the　boundary　was　put　back　up。　Zedd　would　help　with　that；　there　was　no　doubt。　Richard　understood　now　why　Zedd；　too；　had　wanted　to　be　away　from　the　Midlands。　And　when　the　boundary　went　back　up；　Richard　would　be　on　the　other　side。　For　as　long　as　he　lived。　　_
　
　But　first；　there　would　be　the　matter　of　the　sword；　he　would　not　give　back　the　Sword　of　Truth。　He　would　destroy　it。
　
　〃Thank　you；　Kahlan；〃　he　forced　himself　to　say；　〃for　telling　me。　I　wouldn't　have　wanted　to　hear　this　from　another。〃　He　felt　his　world　withering　to　nothing。　He　had　always　seen　stopping　Rahl　as　the　beginning　of　his　life；　a　point　from　where　he　went　forward　and　anything　was　possible。　Now　stopping　Rahl　was　an　end
　
　Not　only　of　Rahl；　but　of　him；　too；　there　was　nothing　beyond　that；　everything　beyond　was　dead。　When　he　stopped　Rahl；　and　Kahlan　was　safe；　he　would　go　back　to　the　Hartland　Woods；　alone；　and　his　life　would　be　over。
　
　He　could　hear　her　crying　behind　him。　〃Richard；　if　you　want　me　to　leave；　please　do　not　be　afraid　to　tell　me　so。　I　will　understand　it。　It　is　something　a　Confessor　is　used　to。〃
　
　He　looked　down　at　the　dying　fire　for　a　moment　and　then　closed　his　eyes　tight；　forcing　back　the　lump　in　his　throat；　the　tears。　Pain　seared　through　his　chest　as　it　sank　with　his　labored　breathing。
　
　〃Please；　Kahlan；　is　there　any　way；〃　he　asked；　〃any　way　at　all　。　。　。　that　we　could　。　。　。　for　us　。　。　。〃
　
　〃No；〃　she　moaned。
　
　He　rubbed　his　shaking　hands　together。　Everything　was　lost　to　him。
　
　〃Kahlan；〃　he　managed　at　last；　〃is　there　any　law；　or　rule　or　something；　that　says　we　can't；　be　friends？〃
　
　She　answered　in　a　whining　cry。　〃No。〃
　
　He　turned　numbly　to　her　and　put　his　arms　around　her。　〃I　could　really　use　a　friend　right　now；〃　he　whispered。
　
　〃Me　too；〃　she　cried　against　his　chest　as　she　hugged　him　back。　〃But　I　can　be　no　more。〃
　
　〃I　know；〃　he　said　as　tears　ran　down　his　cheeks。　〃But　Kahlan；　I　love　。　。　。
　
　She　put　her　fingers　to　his　lips　to　silence　him。　〃Don't　say　that；〃　she　cried。　〃Please；　Richard；　don't　ever　say　that。〃
　
　She　could　stop　him　from　saying　it　out　loud；　but　not　in　his　mind。
　
　She　clung　to　him；　sobbing；　and　he　remembered　when　they　had　been　in　the　wayward　pine　after　they　first　met；　and　the　underworld　had　almost　reclaimed　her；　she　had　clung　to　him；　and　he　had　thought　at　the　time　that　she　was　not　used　to　having　anyone　hold　her。　Now　he　knew　why。　He　laid　his　cheek　against　the　top　of　her　head。
　
　A　small　flame　of　his　anger　flickered　in　the　ashes　of　his　dreams。　〃Have　you　picked　your　mate　。yet？〃
　
　She　shook　her　head。　〃There　are　more　important　things　to　worry　about　right　now。　But　if　we　win；　and　I　live　。。。　then　I　must。〃
　
　〃Make　one　promise　for　me。〃
　
　〃If　I　can。〃
　
　His　throat　felt　so　hot　he　had　to　swallow　twice　to　talk。　〃Promise　me　you　won't　pick　him　until　I'm　back　in　Westland。　I　don't　want　to　know　who　it　is。〃
　
　She　sobbed　for　a　moment　before　she　answered；　her　fingers　clutching　tighter　at　his　shirt。　〃I　promise。〃
　
　After　a　time　of　standing；　holding　her；　trying　to　get　control　of　himself；　fighting　back　the　blackness；　he　forced　a　smile。　〃You're　wrong　about　one　thing。〃
　
　〃And　what　would　that　be？〃
　
　〃You　said　no　man　can　mand　a　Confessor。　You　are　wrong。　I　mand　the　Mother　Confessor　herself。　You　are　sworn　to　protect　me；　I　hold　you　to　your　duty　as　my　guide。〃
　
　She　laughed　a　painful　little　laugh　against　his　chest。　〃It　would　appear　you　are　right。　Congratulations…you　are　the　first　man　ever　to　have　done　so。　And　what　does　my　master　mand　of　his　guide？〃
　
　〃That　she　doesn't　give　me　any　more　trouble　about　ending　her　life；　I　need　her。　And　that　she　gets　us　to　the　Queen；　and　the　box；　before　Rahl；　and　then　sees　us　safely　away。〃
　
　Kahlan　nodded　her　head　against　his　chest。　〃By　your　mand；　my　lord。〃　She　separated　from　him；　put　her　hands　on　his　upper　arms；　and　gave　them　a　squeeze　as　she　smiled　through　her　tears。　〃How　is　it　that　you　can　always　make　me　feel　better；　even　at　the　worst　times　of　my　life？〃。
　
　He　shrugged；　forcing　himself　to　smile　for　her；　even　though　he　was　dying　inside。　〃I　am　the　Seeker。　I　can　do　anything。〃　He　wanted　to　say　more；　but　his　voice　failed　him。
　
　Her　smile　widened　as　she　shook　her　head。　〃You　are　a　very　rare　person；　Richard　Cypher；〃　she　whispered。
　
　He　only　wished　he　were　alone　so　he　could　cry
　
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　WITH　HIS　BOOT；　RICHARD　pushed　little　piles　of　dirt　over　the　dying　embers　of　the　fire；　snuffing　out　the　only　heat　in　the　dawn　of　the　cold　new　day。　The　sky　was　brightening　into　an　icy　blue；　and　a　sharp　wind　blew　from　the　west。　Well；　at　least　the　wind　would　be　at　their　backs；　he　thought。　Near　his　other　boot　lay　the　roasting　stick　that　Kahlan　had　used　to　cook　the　rabbit…the　rabbit　she　had　caught　herself；　with　a　snare　he　had　taught　her　to　make。
　
　He　felt　his　face　flush　with　the　thought　of　that；　the　thought　of　him；　a　woods　guide；　teaching　her　things　like　that。　The　Mother　Confessor。　More　than　a　queen。　Queens　bow　to　the　Mother　Confessor；　she　had　said。　He　felt　as　foolish　as　he　had　ever　felt　in　his　life。　Mother　Confessor。　Who　did　he　think　he　was？　Zedd　had　tried　to　warn　him；　if　he　had　only　listened。
　
　Emptiness　threatened　to　consume　him。　He　thought　of　his　brother；　his　friends　Zedd　and　Chase。　Though　it　didn't　fill　the　void；　at　least　he　had　them。　Richard　watched　Kahlan　shouldering　her　pack。　She　had　no　one；　he　thought；　her　only　friends；　the　other　Confessors；　were　dead。　She　was　alone　in　the　world；　alone　in　the　Midlands；　surrounded　by　people　she　was　trying　to　save；　who　feared　and　hated　her；　and　enemies　who　wanted　to　kill　her；　or　worse；　and　not　even　her　wizard　to　protect　her。
　
　He　understood　why　she　had　been　afraid　to　tell　him。　He　was　her　only　friend。　He　felt　even　more　foolish　for　thinking　only　of　himself。　If　her　friend　was　all　he　could　be；　then　that's　what　he　would　be。　Even　if　it　killed　him。
　
　〃It　must　have　been　hard　to　tell　me；〃　he　said　as　he　adjusted　the　sword　at　his　hip。
　
　She　pulled　her　cloak　around　herself；　against　the　gusts　of　cold　wind。　Her　face　had　resumed　once　more　the　calm　expression　that　showed　nothing；　except　that；　as　well　as　he　knew　her；　he　could　now　read　the　trace　of　pain　in　it。　〃It　would　have　been　easier　to　have　killed　myself。〃
　
　He　watched　as　she　turned　and　started　off；　then　followed　after　her。　If　she　had　told　him　in　the　beginning；　he　wondered；　would　he　still　be　with　her？　If　she　had　told　him　before　he　had　e　to　know　her；　would　he　have　been　too　afraid　to　be　near　her；　same　as　everyone　else？　Maybe　she　had　been　right　in　being　afraid　to　tell　him　sooner。　But　then；　if　she　had；　it　might　have　spared　him　what　he　was　feeling　now。
　
　Near　to　midday；　they　came　to　a　juncture　of　trails；　marked　with　a　stone　half　again　as　tall　as　he。　Richard　stopped；　studying　the　symbols　cut　into　the　polished　faces。
　
　〃What　do　they　mean？〃
　
　〃They　give　direction　to　different　towns　and　villages；　and　their　distances；〃　she　said；　warming　her　hands　under　her　armpits。　She　inclined　her　head　toward　a　trail。　〃If　we　want　to　avoid　people；　this　trail　is　best。〃
　
　〃How　much　farther？〃
　
　She　looked　at　the　stone　again。　〃I　usually　travel　the　roads　between　towns；　not　these　less…traveled　trails。　The　stone　does　not　give　the　distance　by　the　trail；　only　by　the　roads；　but　I　would　guess　a　few　more　days。〃
　
　Richard　drummed　his　fingers　on　the　hilt　of　his　sword。　〃Are　there　any　towns　near？〃
　
　She　nodded。　〃We　are　an　hour　or　two　from　Homers　Mill。　Why？〃
　
　〃We　could　save　ourselves　time　if　we　had　horses。〃
　
　She　looked　up　the　trail　toward　the　town；　as　if　she　could　some…　how　see　it。　〃Homers　Mill　is　a　lumber　town；　a　sawmill。　They　would　have　a　lot　of　horses；　but　it　may　not　be　a　good　idea。　I　have　heard　their　sympathies　lie　with　D'Hara。〃
　
　〃Why　don't　we　go　have　a　look；　if　we　had　horses；　it　could　save　us　a　day　at　least。　I　have　some　silver；　and　a　piece　or。　two　of　gold。　Maybe　we　could　buy　some。〃
　
　〃I　guess　if　we　are　careful；　we　could　go　have　a　look。　But　don't　you　dare　pull　out　any　of　your　silver　or　gold。　It　is　Westland　marked；　and　these　people　view　anyone　from　across　the　western　boundary　as　a　threat。　Stories　and　superstition。〃
　
　〃Well；　how　will　we　get　horses　then？　Steal　them？〃
　
　She　lifted　an　eyebrow。　〃Have　you　forgotten　so　soon？　You　are　with　the　Mother　Confessor。　I　have　but　to　ask。〃
　
　Richard　covered　his　displeasure　as　best　he　could　with　a　blank　face。　〃Let's　go　have　a　look。〃
　
　Homers　Mill　sat　hard　on　the　edge　of　the　Callisidrin　River；　drawing　both　power　for　the　sawmills　and　transportation　for　the　logs　and　lumber　from　the　muddy　brown　water。　Spillways　snaked　through　the　work　areas；　and　ramshackle　mill　buildings　loomed　over　the　other　structures。　Stickered　stacks　of　lumber　lay　row　upon　row　under　roofs　of　open　buildings；　and　even　more　lay　under　tarps；　waiting　for　either　barges　to　take　them　by　river　or　wagons　to　take　them　by　road。　Houses　squatted　close　together　on　the　hillside　above　the　mill；　looking　as　if　they　had　started　life　as　temporary　shelter　and　as　the　years　had　worn　on；　became　unfortunately　permanent。
　
　Even　from　a　distance；　Richard　and　Kahlan　both　knew　that　something　was　wrong。　The　mill　was　silent；　the　streets　empty。　The　whole　town　should　have　been　alive　with　activity。　There　should　have　been　people　at　the　shops；　on　the　docks；　at　the　mill；　and　in　the　streets；　but　there　was　no　sign　of　beast　or　man。　The　town　hunched　in　quiet；　except　for　some　tarps　flapping　in　the　wind；　and　a　few　squeaking　and　banging　tin　panels　on　the　mill　buildings。
　
　When　they　got　close　enough；　the　wind　brought　something；　other　than　flapping　tarps　and　banging　tin；　it　brought　the　putrid　smell　of　death。　Richard　checked　that　his　sword　was　loose　in　its　scabbard。
　
　Bodies；　puffy　and　swollen；　nearly　ready　to　burst；　stretched　but…　tons；　and　oozed　fluid　that　attracted　clouds　of　flies。　The　dead　lay　in　corners　and　up　against　buildings；　like　autumn　leaves　blown　into　piles。　Most　had　ghastly　wounds；　some　were　pierced　through　with　broken　lances。　The　silence　seemed　alive。　Doors；　smashed　in　and　broken；　hung　at　odd　angles　from　a　single　hinge；　or　lay　in　the　street　with　personal　belongings　and　broken　pieces　of　furniture。　Windows　in　every　buildin