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Kahlan thought back to every gathering they had been at together。 ‘I think you’re right。’ She rubbed a hand on his chest。 ‘I think the only solution is for us to be alone。’
Richard kissed her hand。 ‘I would like that。’
She enfolded his big hand in both of hers； wanting to feel the warmth of him as she watched him rest。 It was dead quiet in the spirit house； except for the slow crackling of the fire。 She listened to his slow； steady breathing。
After a while； he slid his hand away； and looked up at her。 Firelight reflected in his eyes。 There was something about his face； his eyes； something her mind was trying to tell her。 He looked like someone else she had met； but who？ A name whispered in the back of her thoughts； but she couldn’t quite hear it。 She stroked his hair back off his forehead。 His skin didn’t feel quite so cold。
He sat up。 ‘I just thought of something。 I asked the elders for permission to marry you； but I haven’t really asked you。’
Kahlan smiled。 ‘No； you haven’t。’
Suddenly he looked embarrassed and unsure of himself。
His eyes wandered a little。 That was really stupid。 I’m sorry。 That wasn’t the right way to do it。 I hope you’re not angry。 I guess I’m not very good at this。 I’ve never done it before。’
‘Me neither。’
‘And I guess this isn’t the most romantic place to do it。 It should be someplace beautiful。’
‘Wherever you are is the most romantic place in the world to me。’
‘And I guess I must look pretty silly asking you something like this when I’m lying here with a headache。’
‘If you don’t ask me pretty soon； Richard Cypher；’ she whispered； ‘I’m going to choke it out of you。’
His eyes finally found hers； found hers so intently it nearly took her breath away。 ‘Kahlan Amnell； will you marry me？’
Quite unexpectedly； she found she couldn’t speak。 She closed her eyes and kissed his soft lips as a tear rolled down her cheek。 His arms closed around her； hugging her tight against the heat of him。 She pulled back breathlessly。 Her voice at last returned。 ‘Yes。’ She kissed him again。 ‘Please； yes。’
Kahlan laid her head against his shoulder。 Richard gently stroked her hair as she listened to his breathing and the crackle of the fire。 He held her tenderly and kissed the top of her head； there being no need for words。 She felt safe in his arms。
Kahlan let loose her pain： the pain of loving him more than life itself and thinking he had been tortured to death by the Mord…Sith before she could tell him how much she loved him； the pain of having thought she could never have him because she was a Confessor and her power would destroy him； the hurt of how much she needed him； how uncontrollably she loved him。
As her anguish expended itself； it was replaced by her joy in what lay ahead： a lifetime； together。 The breathless excitement of it seeped into her。 She clutched at him； wanting to melt into him； wanting to be one with him。
Kahlan smiled。 That was what being married to him would be： being one with him； as Zedd had told her once …like finding the other half of herself。
When she finally looked up； there was a tear on his face。 She wiped the tears from her cheeks； and he did the same。 She hoped his tears meant he had let his demons go； too。
‘I love you；’ she whispered。
Richard pulled her tight against him。 His fingers traced a trail down the bumps of her spine。
‘I feel so frustrated that there aren’t any better words than ‘I love you；’’ he said。 ‘It doesn’t seem enough for the way I feel about you。 I’m sorry there aren’t any better words to tell you。’
They are words enough for me。’
‘Then； I love you； Kahlan。 A thousand times； a million times； I love you。 Forever。’
She listened to the snap and pop of the fire； and to his heart beating。 To her own heartbeat。 He rocked her gently。 She wanted to stay there in his arms forever。 Suddenly the world seemed a wonderful place。
Richard grasped her shoulders and held her away to better see her。 A wonderful smile spread across his face。 ‘I can’t believe how beautiful you are。 I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you。’ He ran a hand down her hair。 ‘I’m so glad I didn’t cut your hair that time。 You have beautiful hair。 Don’t ever change it。’
‘I’m a Confessor； remember？ My hair is a symbol of my power。 Besides； I can’t cut it。 Only another can do that。’
‘Good。 I would never cut it。 I love you the way you are； power and all。 Don’t ever let anyone cut it。 I’ve liked your long hair ever since the first day I saw you； in the Hartland Woods。’
She smiled as she remembered that day。 Richard had offered her help in escaping from the quads。 He had saved her life。 ‘It seems so long ago。 Will you miss that life？ Being a simple； carefree woods guide？’ She smiled coquettishly。 And single？’
Richard grinned。 ‘Single？ Not with you as my wife。 But a woods guide？ Maybe a little。’ He stared off at the fire。 ‘I guess that for better or worse； I am the true Seeker。 I hold the Sword of Truth； and the responsibilities that go with it； whatever they are。 Do you think you can be happy being the wife of the Seeker？’
‘I would be happy living in a tree stump； if you were there with me。 But Richard； I’m afraid I’m still the Mother Confessor。 I have responsibilities； too。’
‘Well； you told me what it meant to be a Confessor； how when you touch someone with your power it forever destroys who they were； replacing it with absolute； magical devotion to you； to your wishes； and in that way you can have them confess the truth of their crimes； or for that matter you can make them do anything you would wish； but what other responsibilities do you have？’
‘I guess I never told you about everything else that it means to be the Mother Confessor。 It wasn’t important at the time； I didn’t think we could ever be together。 I thought we would die； or even if we somehow won； you would go home to Westland and I would never see you again。’
‘You mean the part about it mea’ning that you are more than a queen？’
She nodded。 ‘The Central Council of the Midlands in Ay…dindril is made up of representatives of the more important lands of the Midlands。 Together； the Central Council more or less rules the Midlands。 Even though the lands are independent； they still bow to the word of the Central Council。 In that way； through the Confederation of Lands； mon goals are protected and peace is maintained。 It keeps people talking instead of fighting。 If one land were to attack an…other； it would be viewed as an attack against unity； against all； and all would put the aggression down。 Kings； queens； rulers； officials； merchants； and others e to the Central Council to petition for what they want： trade agreements； boundary treaties； accords dealing with magic … an endless list of wants and wishes。’
‘I understand。 It’s something like that in Westland。 The council rules in much the same way。 Although Westland isn’t nearly big enough to have kingdoms； there are districts that govern themselves； but are represented by