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〃Your brother called in all the boundary wardens。〃 He paused； taking another look around。 〃To be his personal guards。〃
〃What！ That doesn't make any sense！〃 Richard was incredulous。 〃He has the Home Guard； and the army。 What does he need a few boundary wardens for？〃
Chase rested his left hand on one of the knife handles： 〃What； indeed。〃 His face gave no hint of emotion。 It rarely did。 〃Could be he just wants us around for effect。 People are afraid of the wardens。 You've been away to the woods since your father was killed； not that I'm saying I wouldn't do the same if I were you。 All I'm saying is you haven't been around。 Strange things have been going on； Richard。 People ing and going in the night。 Michael calls them ‘concerned citizens。' He's been talking some nonsense about plots against the government。 He has the wardens all over the grounds。〃
Richard looked around； but didn't see any。 He knew that didn't mean anything。 If a boundary warden didn't want to be seen； he could be standing on your foot and you wouldn't be able to find him。
Chase drummed his fingers on a knife handle as he watched Richard's eyes scan about。 〃My boys are out there； take my word。〃 〃Well； how do you know Michael isn't right； what with the father of the new First Councilor being murdered and all？〃
Chase gave his finest look of disgust。 〃I know every little slime in Westland。 There's no plot。 Might be a bit of fun to be had if there were； but I think I'm just part of the decoration。 Michael said I should ‘stay visible。' 〃 His expression sharpened。 〃And about your father's murder； well； George Cypher and I go way back； way back to before when you were born； back to before the boundary。 He was a good man。 I was proud to call him friend。〃 Anger heated in his eyes。 〃I've twisted a few fingers。〃 He shifted his weight； taking another look around before bringing his fierce expression back to Richard。 〃Twisted hard。 Hard enough to cause their owners to spit out their own mother's name if it had been the right one。 No one knows a thing； and believe me； if they did they would have been happy to have shortened our conversation。 First time I've ever chased anyone and not been able to get even a whiff。〃 He folded his arms； and his grin came back as he eyed Richard up and down。 〃Speaking of slime； what have you been about？ You look like one of my customers。〃
Richard glanced to Kahlan； and then back to Chase。 〃We were up in the high Ven。〃 Richard lowered his voice。 〃We were attacked by four men。〃
Chase raised an eyebrow。 〃Anyone I would know？〃
Richard shook his head。
Chase frowned。 〃So where did these four fellows go after they jumped you？〃
〃You know the trail across Blunt Cliff？〃
〃Of course。〃
〃They're on the rocks at the bottom。 We're going to have to have a talk。〃
Chase unfolded his arms and stared at the two of them。 〃I'll have a look。〃 His eyebrows knitted together。 〃How'd you manage it？〃
Richard exchanged a quick glance with Kahlan and looked back to the boundary warden。 〃I think the good spirits protected us。〃
Chase shot them each a suspicious glare。 〃That so？ Well； better not to tell Michael about this right now。 I don't think he believes in good spirits。〃 He studied both their faces。 〃And if you think there's a need； you two e stay at my place。 You'll be safe enough there。〃
Richard thought about all of Chase's children and knew he didn't want to endanger them； but he didn't want to argue the point either； so he just nodded。
〃We better get in there。 Michael is sure to be missing me。〃
〃One more thing；〃 Chase said。 〃Zedd wants to see you。 He's in a big fret about something。 Says it's real important。〃
Richard looked up over his shoulder and saw the same strange snakelike cloud。 〃I think I need to see him； too。〃 He turned and started to leave。
〃Richard；〃 Chase said with a look that would have withered anyone else； 〃tell me what were you doing in the high Ven。〃
Richard didn't shy away。 〃Same as you。 Trying to get a whiff。〃
Chase's hard face softened； and a hint of his smile came back。 〃Get one？〃
Richard nodded as he held up his red； sore left hand。 〃And it bites。〃 。
The two turned and melted into the crowd entering the house； moving through the entry； across white marble floors； to the elegant central meeting hall。 Marble walls and columns glowed with a cold eerie cast where the sunlight streaming in from above touched them。 Richard had always preferred the warmth of wood； but Michael had maintained that anyone could go out and make what they wanted from wood； but if you wanted marble； you had to hire a lot of people who lived in wood houses to do the work for you。 Richard remembered a time before their mother died； when he and 。 Michael played in the dirt； building houses and forts with sticks。 Michael had helped him then。 He wanted so much for Michael to help him now。
People Richard recognized greeted him； getting only a wooden smile or quick handshake。 Since Kahlan was from a strange land； Richard was a little surprised to see how fortable she was around all the important people。 It had already occurred to him that she； too； must be someone important。 Gangs of assassins didn't hunt down unimportant people。
Richard found it difficult to smile at everyone。 If the rumors about things ing out of the boundary were true； then all of Westland was in danger。 Country people in the outlying areas of the Hartland were already terrified to go out at night and had recounted stories to him of people being found partly eaten。 He had told them it was just that they had died of some natural cause； and wild animals had found the bodies。 Happened all the time。 They said it was beasts from the sky。 He had passed it off as superstitious nonsense。
Until now。
Even with all the people around； Richard felt overwhelmingly lonely。 He was confused and didn't know what to do about it。 He didn't know who to turn to。 Kahlan was the only one who made him feel better； but at the same time she frightened him。 The encounter on the cliff frightened him。 He wanted to take her and leave。
Zedd might know what to do。 He used to live in the Midlands before the boundary； though he would never talk about it。 And then there was the unsettling feeling he had that all of this had something to do with his father's death； and his father's death had something to do with his own secrets； the secrets his father had placed upon him and him alone。
Kahlan laid a hand on his arm。 〃Richard； I'm sorry。 I didn't know 。 。 。 about your father。 I'm sorry。〃
With the frightening events of the day he had almost forgotten about it until Chase had brought it up。。 Almost。 He gave a little shrug。 〃Thanks。〃 He waited a moment as a woman in a blue silk dress with ruffles of white lace at the neck； cuffs； and down the front walked past。 He looked down at the floor as she moved by so he wouldn't have to return her smile if she gave him one。 〃It was three weeks ago。〃 He told Kahlan a little of what had happened。 She listened sympathetically。
〃I'm sorry； Richard。 Perhaps you would rather be alone。〃
He forced himself to smile。 〃No； it's all right。 I've been alone enough。 It helps to have a friend to talk to。〃
She gave him a small smile and a nod； and they moved on through the crowd。 Richard wondered where Michael was。 It seemed odd that he wasn't out yet。
Even though he had lost his appetite； he knew Kahlan hadn't eaten in two days。 With all the tempting food around； he decided she must have remarkable self…control。 The delicious smells were starting to change his mind about his appetite。
He leaned closer to her。 〃Hungry？〃
〃Very。〃
He guided her over to a long table with food piled in tiers。 There were large steaming platters of sausages and meats； boiled potatoes； dried fish of several kinds； grilled fish； chicken； turkey； mounds of raw vegetables sliced into strips； big tureens of cabbage and sausage soup； onion soup； and spice soup； platters of breads； cheeses； fruits； pies； and cakes； and casks of wine and ale。 Servants were constantly ing and going to keep the platters full。
Kahlan scrutinized them。 〃Some of the serving girls have long hair。 That is allowed？〃
Richard looked around； a little bewildered。 〃Yes。 Anyone can have any 'kind of hair they want。 Look。〃 He held his arm close to his chest and pointed as he leaned toward her。 〃Those women over there are councilors； some have short hair； some have long。 Whatever they want。〃 He looked at her out of the corner of his eye。 〃Do people tell you to cut your hair？〃
She lifted an eyebrow to him。 〃No。 No one has ever asked me to cut my hair。 It is simply that where I e from； the length of a woman's hair has a certain social significance。〃
〃Does that mean that you are someone of considerable standing？〃 He took the edge off the question with a playful smile。 〃Seeing as how you have such long； beautiful hair； I mean。〃
She gave him back a small smile； devoid of joy。 〃Some think so。 I could only expect that after this morning； the thought had entered your mind。 We all can be only what we are； nothing mo