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Nadine brushed back a thick strand of hair. “Strange dreams? No, no strange dreams. You know, I mean no stranger than any dreams. Just regular dreams.”
“What kind of ‘regular’ dreams do you have?”
“Well, you know, like when you dream that you’re little again, and lost in the woods, and none of the trails lead you where you know they should, or like when you dream that you can’t find all the right ingredients for a pie, and so you go to a cave and borrow them from a bear that can talk. Things like that. Just dreams. Dreams that you can fly, or breathe underwater. Crazy things. But just dreams. Like I’ve always had. Nothing different.”
“Have they changed recently?”
“No. If I remember them, they’re the same sort of things.”
“I see. I guess that all sounds pretty normal.”
Nadine pulled a cloak from her bag. “Well, I guess I’d better get a start. With luck, I’ll be home for the spring festival.”
Kahlan frowned. “You’ll be lucky to make midsummer festival.”
Nadine laughed. “I should think not. It can’t take longer back than here. Just two weeks or so. I only left just after the moon’s second quarter; it’s not yet full.”
Kahlan stared dumbly. “Two weeks.” It had to have taken Nadine months to travel all the way from Westland, especially in the winter when she would have had to have started, and especially across the Ring’Shada mountains. “Your horse must have had wings.”
Nadine laughed, then it died out as her smooth brow puckered. “Funny you should mention that. I don’t have a horse. I walked.”
“Walked,” Kahlan repeated incredulously.
“Yes. But since I’ve left, I’ve had dreams of flying on a horse with wings.”
Kahlan was having to work at keeping track of the shifting pieces of Nadine’s story. She tried to think of how Richard would ask questions. It had made her feel foolish when Richard put words to all the questions she should have asked Marlin, but never thought of. Though he had taken the sting out of it by telling her that she had done the right thing, it still embarrassed her that she had found out next to nothing important from Marlin when she had had her chance.
Confessors didn’t need to know much about questioning people; once she had touched a person with her power, a Confessor simply asked the criminal to confess if they had truly committed the crimes they had been found guilty of, and if the answer was yes—which it always was, except in a couple of rare instances—then to recount the details.
There was no art to it, and none needed. It was an infallible way of seeing to it that political dissenters weren’t falsely accused and found guilty of crimes they didn’t commit, simply to have them eliminated through a convenient execution.
Kahlan was determined to do a better job of asking Nadine questions. “When did Shota come to see you? You still haven’t told me that part.”
“Oh. Well, she didn’t exactly come to see me. I came across her up in the mountains. She had a lovely palace, but I never had the chance to go inside. I wasn’t there long. I wanted to get to Richard.”
“And what did Shota tell you? What were her words? Her exact words?”
“Let’s see…” Nadine pressed her first finger to her upper lip as she recollected. “She welcomed me. She offered me tea—she said that I had been expected—and had me sit with her. She made Samuel leave my bag when he tried to drag it away, and she told me not to be afraid of him. She asked where I was traveling, and I told her that I was going to my Richard—that he needed me. Then she told me things about Richard, things about his past that I would know about. It astonished me that she would know so much about him, but I thought that she must know him.
“And then she told me things about me that she would have no way of knowing. Like longings and ambitions—being a healer, using my herbs, things like that. That’s when I realized she was a mystic. I don’t remember her exact words about any of that part.
“She told me that it was true about Richard needing me. She said that we were going to be married. She said that the sky had told her it was so.” Nadine looked away from Kahlan’s eyes. “I was so happy. I don’t think I’d ever been that happy.”
“The sky. What else?”
“Then she said that she didn’t want to delay my journey to Richard. She said the wind hunts him—whatever that means—and that I was right that he needed me, and I should hurry and be on my way. She wished me luck.”
“That’s all? She must have said something else.”
“No, that’s all.” Nadine buttoned her bag closed. “Except she said a prayer for Richard, I think.”
“What do you mean? What did she say? Her exact words.”
“Well, when she turned away, to go back to her palace as I was getting up to leave, I heard her whisper, real solemn-like, ‘May the spirits have mercy on his soul.’”
Kahlan felt her arms under the white satin sleeves of her dress prickle with gooseflesh. She only remembered to take a breath when she felt her lungs burning for want of air.
Nadine hoisted her bag. “Well, I’ve caused you enough grief. I’d best be on my way home.”
Kahlan spread her hands. “Look, Nadine, why don’t you stay here for a while.”
Nadine paused with a bewildered look. “Why?”
Kahlan desperately searched for an excuse. “Well, I wouldn’t mind hearing stories about Richard when he was growing up. You could tell me about all the trouble he got himself into.” She made herself smile encouragement. “I’d really like that.”
Nadine shook her head. “Richard wouldn’t want me here. He’ll be angry if he comes back and I’m still here. You didn’t see the look in his eyes.”
“Nadine, Richard isn’t going to throw you out on your ear without letting you have a chance to rest up for a few days before you start back. Richard isn’t like that. He said ‘anything she needs.’ I think you could use a rest for a few days, more than anything else.”
Nadine shook her head again. “No. You’ve already been more kind to me than I’ve a right to expect. You and Richard belong together. You don’t need me around.
“But thank you for the offer. I can’t believe how kind you are—it’s small wonder Richard loves you. Any other woman in your place would’ve had me shaved bald and sent out of town in the back of a manure wagon.”
“Nadine, I’d really like you to stay.” Kahlan wet her lips. “Please?” she heard herself add.
“It might cause hard feelings between you and Richard. I don’t want to be the cause of that. I’m not that kind of person.”
“If it was a problem, I wouldn’t have asked. Stay. At least for a few days. All right? You could stay right here in this room you like so much. I’d… really like you to stay.”
Nadine studied Kahlan’s eyes for a long moment. “You really want me to stay? Really?”
“Yes.” Kahlan could feel her nails digging into her palms. “Really.”
“Well, to tell the truth, I’m not in a hurry to go home and confess my foolishness to my parents. All right, then, if you really want me to, I’ll stay for a while. Thank you.”
Despite having important reasons for asking Nadine to stay, Kahlan couldn’t help feeling like a moth flying into a flame.
8
Kahlan forced a smile. “Good, then. You’ll stay. It will be… nice, to have you stay for a visit. We’ll talk, you and I. About Richard. I mean, I’d like to hear your stories about him growing up.” She realized she must sound like she was babbling, and made herself stop.
Nadine beamed. “I can sleep in the bed?”
“Don’t be silly. Of course in the bed. Where else?”
“I have a blanket, and could sleep on the carpet so as not to—”
“No. I won’t have it. I’ve invited you to stay. I want you to feel at home, just like other guests who use this room.”
Nadine giggled. “Then I’d be sleeping on the floor. I sleep on a pallet on the floor in the back room above o
ur shop.”
“Well,” Kahlan said, “here you will sleep in the bed.” Kahlan glanced at Cara before going on. “Later, I’ll show you around the palace, if you’d like, but for now, why don’t you just unpack some of your things and have a rest while Cara and I go see to some important business.”
“What business?” Cara asked.
The woman is as silent as a stone through all this, Kahlan thought, and now she has to ask questions.
“Marlin business.”
“Lord Rahl told us to stay away from Marlin.”
“He’s an assassin sent to kill Richard. There are things I need to know.”
“I want to come, too, then,” Nadine said. She looked back and forth between Kahlan and Cara. “I can’t imagine anyone wanting to kill a person, much less Richard. I want to see what such a person looks like. I want to look into his eyes.”
Kahlan emphatically shook her head. “It’s not something you want to see. We need to question him, and it isn’t likely to be pleasant.”
