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Mistress Bernadette smiled as she bowed her head。 ‘Yes； Mother Confessor。’
As the rest of the servants rushed off； Kahlan leaned toward Mistress Bernadette。 ‘I remember when you would have added a swat on my behind for having to remind me of things。’
Mistress Bernadette’s smile returned。 ‘I think you are too smart； now； for that； Mother Confessor。’ She rubbed an invisible spot from the back of her hand。 ‘Mother Confessor 。。。 did you bring any of the other Confessors home with you？ Will any of the others be returning； soon？’
Kahlan’s features slid into her Confessor’s face； as her mother had taught her。 ‘I’m sorry； Bernadette； I thought you knew。 They are all dead。 I am the last living Confessor。’
Mistress Bernadette’s eyes filled with tears as she whispered a prayer。 ‘May the good spirits be with them always。’
‘Why should they mence now；’ Kahlan said tersely。 They didn’t bother to be with Dennee the day the quad caught her。’
The fireplaces in her rooms were all blazing； as she had known they would be； and would have been every day she had been away； month after month。 The fires in the Mother Confessor’s rooms would never be allowed to go out in the winter； in case she returned。 There was a silver tray on a table； with a fresh loaf of bread； a pot of tea； and a steaming bowl of spice soup。 Mistress Sanderholt knew spice soup was her favorite。
Spice soup reminded Kahlan of Richard； now。 She remembered making it for him； and he for her。
After dropping her pack and bow to the floor； Kahlan crossed the plush carpets and went into the next room。 She stood； idly rubbing her fingers on one of the great； polished posts at the foot of her bed； staring； remembering that she was supposed to be here with Richard。 The day they arrived in Aydindril they were to already have been wed。 She had promised him this big bed。
Kahlan remembered the joy in her heart the day they talked about being wed and ing to Aydindril as husband and wife。 She felt a tear roll down her cheek。 She gasped a deep breath against the hot pain that burned through her chest； and wiped the tear away with her fingertips。
Kahlan went to the glassed doors； opening them out onto the expansive balcony。 She put her trembling fingers to the broad； icy railing and stood in the cold air； looking up the mountainside to the Wizard’s Keep； its dark stone walls standing out in the last golden rays of the sunset。
‘Where are you； Zedd？’ she whispered。 ‘I need you。’
He came awake with a gasp as he slid and thumped his head。 He sat up； blinking。 An old woman with straight； black and white； jaw…length hair was sitting opposite him； cowering in a corner。 The two of them were inside a coach。 It rolled abruptly； sliding him across to the other side。 The woman was staring in his direction。 He blinked in surprise at her。 Her eyes were pletely white。
‘Who are you？’ he asked。
‘Who be you？’ she asked right back。
‘I asked first。’
‘I 。。。’ She drew her cloak around her fine； green dress。 ‘I don’t know who I be。 Who be you？’
He held a finger skyward。 ‘I’m 。。。 I’m 。。。’ He let out a thin sigh。 ‘I’m afraid I don’t know who I am； either。 Don’t I look like anyone you recognize？’
She pulled her cloak a little tighter。 ‘I do not know。 I be blind。 I cannot see what you look like。’
‘Blind？ Oh。 Well； I’m sorry。’
He rubbed his head where he had hit it on the side of the coach。 Looking down； he saw that he was wearing fine clothes； a maroon robe with black sleeves that had three rows of silver brocade around them。 Well； he thought； at least I must be wealthy。
He picked a black cane off the floor； giving its fine silver…work a look。 He turned and thumped it against the roof； in the direction of where the driver must be sitting； up top。 The old woman jumped with a fright。
‘What be that noise！’
‘Oh； sorry。 I was trying to get the driver’s attention。’
The driver must have heard。 The coach slid to a stop； and then rocked as someone climbed down。 When the door drew open and he saw the size of the man in a longcoat sticking his windburned face in； he clutched his cane and slid back。
‘Who are you？’ he asked； brandishing the cane。
‘Me？ I’m just a big fool；’ the big man growled。 His deeply creased face softened into a little smile。 ‘Name’s Ahern。’
‘Well； Ahern； what are you doing with us？ Have you kidnapped us？ Are we being held for ransom？’
Ahern chuckled。 ‘More like the other way around； I’d say。’
‘What do you mean？ How long have we been asleep？ And who are we？’
Ahern looked to the sky。 ‘Dear spirits； how do I get myself into these things？’ He let out a sigh。 ‘You’ve both been asleep since late yesterday。 You’ve slept last night； and all day today。 Your name is Ruben。 Ruben Rybnik。’
‘Ruben？’ He harrumphed。 ‘Ruben。 Well； that’s a fine name。’
And who be I？’ the woman asked。
‘You are Elda Rybnik。’
‘Her name is Rybnik； too？’ Ruben asked。 Are we related？’
Ahern hesitated。 ‘Yes and no。 You two are husband and wife。 Sort of。’
Ruben leaned toward the big man。 ‘I think that needs explaining。’
Ahern gave a sigh； and a nod。 ‘Your name’s Ruben； and hers is Elda。 But that’s not your real names。 You told me that for now； it would be best if I not tell you your real names。’
‘You have kidnapped us！ You’ve knocked us on the head and spirited us away！’
‘Just calm down； and I’ll explain。’
‘Then explain； before I give you a thrashing with my cane。’
‘It isn’t worth it；’ Ahern mumbled to himself。 ‘How did I ever get into this？ Gold； that’s how；’ he answered himself。
Ahern pushed into the coach； sitting next to Ruben。 He pulled the door closed against the flying snow。
‘Well； just invite yourself right in；’ Ruben said。
Ahern cleared his throat。 All right； now； you two listen to me。 You both were sick。 You had me take you to see three women。’ He leaned closer to Ruben and scowled。 Three sorceresses。’
‘Sorceresses！’ Ruben yelped。 ‘No wonder we don’t know who we are！ You took us to witches and had a spell put on us！’
Ahern put a calming hand on him。 ‘Be quiet and listen。 You are a wizard。’ Ruben gawked at Ahern。 Ahern turned to Elda。 And you are a sorceress。’
Ruben waved his arms around with a flourish。 ‘No I’m not；’ he snapped； at last； ‘or you’d be changed to a toad。’
Ahern shook his head with a grumble。 ‘Your power is gone。’
‘Well；’ Ruben asked as he straightened his back； ‘was I a talented wizard？’
‘You were good enough to put those cursed fingers of yours to the side of my thick head and put it in my mind to help you。 You said wizards had to use people sometimes； to do what must be done。 The burden of a wizard you called it。 You said helping you was something I would have done anyway； that you were only calling on the ‘goodness’ within me to hurry my thinking along。 Anyway； that； and more gold than I’ve ever seen； convinced me to do something I ought to know better than to get tangled in。 I surely don’t like anything to do with wizards and magic。’
‘And I be a sorceress？’ Elda asked。 ‘A blind sorceress？’
‘Well； no； ma’am。 You were blind； but you could use your gift to see … see better than I can see with my eyes。’
‘Then why be I blind； now？’
‘Both of you were sick。 Sick with some kind of evil magic。 The three sorceresses agreed to help you； but in order to cure you； they had to 。。。 well； they had to give you both something that would make your magic； your gift； go away。 You made me wait outside； so I don’t know what they did。 I just know what you told me before you went back in for the last time to have it done。’
Ruben leaned in。 ‘You’re making this up。’
Ahern ignored him and went on。 ‘The sickness you two had was feeding on your good magic。 I don’t know the way magic works； and the spirits know I don’t want to know； I only know what you told me； the way you explained it to me； when you came out and convinced me to help you。 You said that in order to help you； the three sorceresses had to give you something to make your magic go away。 Only in that way could you two heal。 The evil magic wouldn’t wither and die； and your wounds heal； as long as it had the good magic to latch on to； to feed on。’
‘So now we have no magic？’
‘Well； I don’t know how it all works； but as I understand it； you can’t really get rid of your magic。 What the three women did was make you forget everything about yourselves； so you wouldn’t know you had any magic； so the evil magic wouldn’t know； either； that it was there。 So that’s why neither of you knows who you are； or how to use magic。 That’s why Elda is blind。’
Ruben squinted。 ‘Why would the sorceresses agree to help us？’
‘Mostly because of Elda。 They said she was a legend among the sorceresses of Nicobarese。 Something about what she did when she was younger and used to live here。’
Ruben stared at the big man。 ‘It has to be true。’