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‘My parents！ Are you sure？’
‘I think that is what they were trying to say。 They said for you not to try to run any more。 That they have e for you； and you must not run。 They told me I must not interfere。’
Richard unconsciously loosened his sword in its scabbard； his brow taking on a hawklike set。 ‘Where are they？’
‘I had them wait in the spirit house。’
Kahlan hooked some hair behind her ear。 ‘Did they say who they are？’
The Bird Man’s long silver hair gleamed in the light of the setting sun ing from behind him。 ‘They called themselves the Sisters of the Light。’
Kahlan’s breath caught in her throat； goose bumps rippled up her arms。 Her insides felt as if they had been twisted into an icy knot。
She couldn’t make her eyes blink。
CHAPTER 9
Richard frowned。 ‘Well？ Who are they？ What did he say？’
Still； she couldn’t make her eyes blink。 She could only manage a whisper。 ‘He said they are the Sisters of the Light。’
He stared at her a long moment。 ‘Who are the Sisters of the Light？’
Finally； she blinked and looked over at him。 ‘I don’t know a whole lot about them。 No one does。 Richard； I think we should leave。’ Kahlan clamped both hands on his arm。 ‘Please？ Let’s go。 Right now。’
Richard’s gaze glided over the men with spears； stopping on the Bird Man。 ‘Thank him for ing to us。 Tell him we will take care of it。’
After the Bird Man nodded and he and his men left； and they had told Savidlin they would go alone； Richard led her outside by the arm。 They went around a few corners and he pushed her gently up against a wall； holding her by her upper arms。
‘All right； you may not know a lot about them； but you know something。 Tell me what it is。 I don’t need to be a mind reader to tell you know something； and you’re afraid。’
‘They have something to do with wizards。 With those with the gift。’
‘What do you mean？’
Kahlan put her hands on his arms the way he had his on hers。 ‘One time when I was traveling with Wizard Giller； we were sitting around talking。 You know； about life； dreams； things like that。 Giller was a wizard by calling。 He didn’t have the gift； just the calling。 Being a wizard had been his lifelong ambition； his calling。 Zedd had taught him to be a wizard。 Only； because of the wizard’s web Zedd put over everyone when he left the Midlands； Giller didn’t remember Zedd。 No one did。 No one even remembered his name。
Anyway； I asked him if he ever wished he had more than the calling。 If he wished he had the gift。 He smiled and daydreamed about it a minute。 Then his smile went away。 His face turned white； and he said no； he didn’t wish he had the gift。
‘I was puzzled by the look of fear on his face。 Wizards don’t often get a look like that over a simple question。 I asked him why he wouldn’t want to have the gift。 He said because if he had the gift； he would have to face the Sisters of the Light。
‘I asked him who they were； but he wouldn’t tell me anything about them。 He said it was best not to even mention their name aloud。 He begged me not to ask him any more on the subject。 I still remember how much the look on his face scared me。’
‘Do you know where they’re from？’
‘I’ve been almost everywhere in the Midlands。 I’ve never heard of them being seen anywhere。 And I’ve asked。’
Richard let go of her and put a fist on his hip。 With his other hand； he squeezed his lower lip to a point as he thought。 Finally he folded his arms and turned around。 The gift。 So we’re back to the gift。 I thought we were done with this nonsense。 I don’t have the gift！’
She knitted her fingers together。 ‘Richard please； let’s just get away。 If a wizard was afraid of the Sisters of the Light 。。。 Let’s just get away from here。’
‘And what if they follow？ What if they catch up with us when the headache has me flat on my back； when I’m defenseless？’
‘Richard； I don’t know anything about them。 But if a wizard is that afraid of them 。。。 What if we are defenseless right now？’
‘I am the Seeker。 I am not defenseless。 But I might be later。 Better to meet them on my terms than theirs。 And I’m tired of hearing about the gift！ I don’t have it and I’m going to put an end to this nonsense right now。’
She took a deep breath and nodded。 ‘All right。 I guess the Seeker and the Mother Confessor are not without defenses。’
He gave her a stern look。 ‘You’re not ing。’
‘Do you have a rope？’
Richard frowned。 ‘No。 Why？’
She lifted an eyebrow。 ‘You will have a hard time stopping me if you don’t have a rope to tie me up。’
‘Kahlan； I’m not letting you 。。。’
‘And I’m not giving you a chance to have a look at a woman you might fancy more than me； without being there to give her a whack。’
He watched her with an exasperated expression； and then leaned forward and kissed her。 ‘All right。 But let’s not have an ‘adventure’？’
She smiled。 ‘We will just tell these three you don’t have the gift； send them on their way； and then I’m going to give you a serious kiss。’
The sky was darkening into a deep blue when they reached the spirit house。 Three strong horses were tethered a short distance away。 Their saddles were different from any she had seen before； with high pommels and cantles。 As they paused in front of the door； the air was cold enough to show their breath。 Richard and Kahlan gave each other a smile and a squeeze of the hand。 Richard checked that the sword was clear in its scabbard。 He took a deep breath and pulled open the door。 Kahlan wore her Confessor’s face； as her mother had taught her。
The inside of the spirit house was lit by a small fire and two torches in brackets； one to each side of the fireplace。 Their packs still sat to the side。 The air smelled of pitch and the balsam…scented sticks that were always burned in the spirit house to make the ancestors’ spirits wele。 Torchlight flickered on the skulls of ancestors sitting on a single shelf。 The dirt floor was dry； since Richard had used the spirit house to teach the Mud People to make roofs that didn’t leak。
The three women stood straight and tall in the center of the single…roomed； windowless building。 Their brown； heavy wool cloaks hung almost to the ground。 The hoods were up； partly shadowing their faces。 They wore long； divided riding skirts of different； dark； muted colors； and simple white blouses。
They pushed back their hoods。 The one in the middle； a few inches taller than the other two； but not as tall as Kahlan； had brown hair with some curl and body to it。 The one to her right had straight； black； shoulder length hair； and the other’s was curly； short； and dark； with streaks of gray。 Each had her hands clasped at ease in front of her。
It was the only thing at ease about them。 Their mature faces wore looks that reminded Kahlan of the headmistress of the maidservants back in Aydindril。 It was a countenance of authority they appeared to have held so long that it had worn permanent creases。 Kahlan took a second glance at their hands to see if they were empty； they looked like they should be carrying switches。 Their eyes watched； as if ready to silence any impudence。
The woman in the middle spoke。 ‘You two are Richard’s parents？’ Her voice wasn’t quite as harsh as Kahlan expected； but still carried a clear tone of authority。
Richard glowered at them； looking as if just his look might push the three back a pace。 He waited until the glare caused them to blink； before he spoke。 ‘No。 I am Richard。 My parents are dead。 My mother since I was young； and my father since the end of summer。’
The three exchanged sidelong glances。
Kahlan saw the anger in his eyes。 He was bleeding magic from the sword without even drawing it。 She could tell the sword was only a blink away from ing out。 She could see by the look in his eyes that he would not hesitate if these women did anything wrong。
‘That is not possible；’ the taller one in the center said。 ‘You are 。。。 old。’
‘Not as old as you；’ Richard snapped。