The Omen Machine. Terry Goodkind

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      Cara’s eyes narrowed. “Why is your face so pale?”

      “Just still a bit tired, I guess.” Kahlan studied Cara’s blue eyes for a moment. “Would you do something for me, please, Cara?”

      Cara leaned in and gently took hold of Kahlan’s arm. “Of course, Mother Confessor. What is it?”

      “Would you please see to having our things moved?”

      Cara’s squint was back. “Moved?”

      Kahlan nodded. “To another room. I don’t want to sleep here tonight.”

      Cara studied her face for a moment. “Why?”

      “Because you planted strange thoughts in my head.”

      “You mean you think someone was watching you in there?”

      “I don’t know. I was tired and probably imagined it.”

      Cara marched past Kahlan and went into the room, Agiel in hand. Nyda, a statuesque blonde with the same single braid as all the Mord-Sith, was right on her heels. Cara pulled the drapes aside and looked behind furniture while Nyda looked in the wardrobes and under the bed. Neither of them found anything. Kahlan had known they wouldn’t, but she also knew that it was a waste of effort trying to convince a Mord-Sith that she didn’t need to be suspicious.

      “Did you find anyone in your room?” Kahlan asked when Cara planted her fists on her hips and glared around at the room.

      “I guess not,” Cara admitted.

      “I’ll see to moving your things, Mother Confessor,” Nyda said. “Cara can go with you.”

      “All right.”

      “Any particular bedchamber you prefer?” Nyda asked.

      “No. Just don’t tell me which one it is until you take us there tonight.”

      “So someone was watching you,” Cara said.

      Kahlan took Cara’s elbow and turned her toward the door. “Let’s go see Richard.”

      CHAPTER 14

      Richard stood when the door opened. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kahlan rise beside him when she saw that Benjamin had the abbot with him. She had only arrived with Cara a moment before. Richard had barely had the chance to ask how she felt. Kahlan had smiled and said she was fine.

      He saw a distracted aspect in her eyes that told him otherwise. He supposed that she had reason enough to look anything but cheerful.

      Richard saw, too, the way Cara stayed a half step closer than usual to Kahlan.

      Kahlan had on a pristine white Mother Confessor’s dress.

      Cara was wearing red leather.

      General Meiffert led the man wearing the straight black coat into the comfortable meeting room. Benjamin noticed his wife’s change of outfit, but made no comment.

      The abbot removed his black, rimless hat to reveal tousled blond hair that was cut short at the sides. He put on a warm smile. Richard thought it looked forced.

      “Lord Rahl,” Benjamin said, holding out a hand in introduction, “this is Abbot Ludwig Dreier, from Fajin Province.”

      Rather than extending a hand, Richard nodded his greeting. “Welcome, Abbot Dreier.”

      The man’s hesitant gaze took in those before him. “Thank you for taking the time to see me, Lord Rahl.”

      Richard thought that was an odd way to put it. The man hadn’t asked for an audience. He had been summoned.

      Zedd, wearing simple robes, stood to the far side of Kahlan. A wall of windows beyond Zedd, to Richard’s right, cast the walnut-paneled walls and niches lined with bookcases framed by fluted walnut columns in fading, cold light. A few lamps were taking over with their warm illumination.

      Nathan had gone back to see how Berdine was doing in the library. Richard had asked the men of the First File to stand guard out in the corridor, rather than in the room. He hadn’t wanted the abbot to feel uncomfortable. This was, after all, a representative from one of the areas Richard ruled, not a hostile land. Still, a Mord-Sith in red leather standing at arm’s length to his side couldn’t put anyone at ease.

      More than that, though, the man had been insistent about prophecy earlier in the day. When the woman had tried to kill Kahlan she had given her vision of the future as her excuse for murder. Richard and Kahlan were not exactly indulgent of people who let prophecy direct their lives, or who used it as license for the harm they caused. From the events at the reception, the abbot would be aware of their feelings, and that he was at the wrong end of them.

      Richard gestured to one of the comfortable chairs on the other side of a low, square table covered with a slab of black marble cut through with whorls of white quartz. “Won’t you have a seat, Abbot?”

      The man sat on the forward edge of the chair, his back straight, his hands folded on his knees, his hat hooked on his thumbs. “Please, Lord Rahl, call me Ludwig. Most everyone does.”

      “All right, Ludwig. I’m embarrassed to admit that I know far too little about your homeland. When the war was raging it was all any of us could do to stay alive another day. There was no time to learn more about those who fought so valiantly with us. With the threat of tyranny ended, the Mother Confessor and I hope to soon visit all the lands of the D’Haran Empire.

      “So, since we know so little about Fajin Province, we would appreciate it if you could tell us a bit about the land you rule.”

      Abbot Dreier’s face went red. “Lord Rahl, you have been misinformed. I am not the authority in my homeland.”

      “You aren’t the ruler of Fajin Province?”

      “Dear Creator, no.”

      Fajin Province, in the Dark Lands, was one of the small, outlying districts of D’Hara. Richard wondered why whoever was in charge hadn’t come. It would have been a chance for them to take a place beside those who ruled much larger lands and have a say in the future of the D’Haran Empire.

      Leaders of the lands near and far had come to the grand wedding. Although Cara and Benjamin’s wedding was the central event, that highlight served as a chance for representatives from all the lands to come together and meet. None wanted to miss such a remarkable and unprecedented event. Richard had spent time with a number of the representatives. Only a few leaders had not been in good enough health to make the journey and had been forced to send emissaries. A number of the rulers had large escorts of ambassadors, officials, and advisors.

      “You serve in some capacity of authority, though?” Richard asked.

      “I am but a humble man who has the good fortune to have been called upon to work with people more gifted than I.”

      “More gifted? In what way?”

      “Why, СКАЧАТЬ