"I know," Ann whispered. "You do not have to prove yourself to me, but since it was I who' ordered him brought to us, perhaps I must prove myself to you."

The woman had surely picked the peg Kahlan wanted pounded, but she kept her response civil, anyway. "What do you mean?"

"Those wizards of so very long ago created the Palace of the Prophets. I lived at the palace, under its unique spell, for over nine hundred years. There, five hundred years before it was to happen, Nathan the prophet foretold the birth of a war wizard.

"There, together, we worked on the books of prophecy down in the palace vaults, trying to understand this pebble yet to be dropped into the pond, trying to foresee the ripples this event might cause."

Kahlan folded her arms. "From my experience, I would say prophecy may be far more occluding than revealing."

Ann chortled. "I am acquainted with Sisters hundreds of years your senior who have yet to understand that much about prophecy."

Her voice turned wistful as she went on. "I traveled to see Richard when he was newborn life, newborn soul, glimmering into the world. His mother was so astonished, so grateful, for the balance of such a magnificent gift come of such brutality as had been inflicted upon her by Darken Rahl. She was a remarkable woman, not to pass bitterness and resentment on to her child. She was so proud of Richard, so filled with dreams and hope for him.

"When Richard was that newborn life, suckling at his mother's breast, Nathan and I took Richard's stepfather to recover the Book of Counted Shadows so when Richard was grown he might have the knowledge to save himself from the beast who had raped his mother and given him life."

Ann glanced up with a wry smile. "Prophecy, you see."

"Richard told me." Kahlan looked back at the Bird Man concentrating on the chickens pecking at the ground.

"Richard is the one come at last: a war wizard. The prophecies do not say if he will succeed, but he is the one born to the battle-the battle to keep the Grace intact, as it were. Such faith, though, sometimes requires great spiritual effort."

"Why? If he is the one for whom you waited-the one you wanted?"

Ann cleared her throat and seemed to gather her thoughts. Kahlan thought she saw tears in the woman's eyes.

"He destroyed the Palace of the Prophets. Because of Richard, Nathan escaped. Nathan is dangerous. He is the one, after all, who told you the names of the chimes. That perilously rash act could have brought us all to ruin."

"It saved Richard's life," Kahlan pointed out. "If Nathan hadn't told me the names of the chimes, Richard would be dead. Then your pebble would be at the bottom of the pond-out of your reach and no help to anyone."

"True enough," Ann admitted-reluctantly, thought Kahlan.

Kahlan fussed with a button as she began to imagine Ann's side of it. "It must have been hard to bear, seeing Richard destroying the palace. Destroying your home."

"Along with the palace, he also destroyed its spell; the Sisters of the Light will now age as does everyone else. At the palace I would have lived perhaps another hundred years. The Sisters there would have lived many hundreds of years more. Now, I am but an old woman near the end of my time. Richard took those hundreds of years from me. From all the Sisters."

Kahlan remained silent, not knowing what to say.

"The future of everyone may one day depend on him," Ann finally said. "We must put that ahead of ourselves. That is why I helped him destroy the palace. That is why I follow the man who has seemingly destroyed my life's work: because my life's true work is that man's fight, not my own narrow interests."

Kahlan hooked a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "You talk about Richard as if he's a tool newly forged for your use. He is a man who wants to do what's right, but he has his own wants and needs, too. His life is his to live, not yours or anyone else's to plan for him according to what you found in dusty old books."

"You misunderstand. That is precisely his value: his instincts, his curiosity, his heart." Ann tapped her temple. "His mind. Our aim is not to direct, but to follow, even if it is painful to tread the path down which he takes us."

Kahlan knew the truth of that. Richard had destroyed the alliance that had joined the lands of the Midlands for thousands of years. As Mother Confessor, Kahlan presided over the council, and thus the Midlands. Under her watch as Mother Confessor, the Midlands had fallen to Richard, as Lord Rahl of D'Hara. At least the lands which had so far surrendered to him. She knew the benevolence of his actions, and the need for them, but it certainly had been a painful path to follow.

Richard's bold action, though, was the only way of truly uniting all the lands into one force that had any hope of standing against the tyranny of the Imperial Order. Now, they trod that new path together, hand in hand, united in purpose and resolve.

Kahlan folded her arms again and leaned back against the wall, watching the stupid chickens. "If it is your intent, then, to make me feel guilty for my selfish wishes about my first day with my new husband, you have succeeded. But I can't help it."

Ann gently gripped Kahlan's arm. "No, child, that is not my intent. I understand how Richard's actions can sometimes be exasperating. I ask only that you be patient and allow him to do as he thinks he must. He is not ignoring you to be contrary, but doing as his nature demands.

"However, his love for you has the power to distract him from what he must do. You must not interfere by asking that he abandon his task when he otherwise would not." "I know," Kahlan sighed. "But chickens-" "There is something wrong with the magic." Kahlan frowned down at the old sorceress. "What do you mean?"

Ann shrugged. "I am not sure. Zedd and I believe we have detected a change in our magic. It is a subtle thing to endeavor to discern. Have you noticed any change in your ability?"

In a cold flash of panic, Kahlan wheeled her thoughts inward. It was hard to imagine a subtle difference in her Confessor's magic-it simply was. The core of the power within, and her restraint on it, seemed comfortingly familiar. Although…

Kahlan recoiled from that dark curtain of conjecture.

Magic was ethereal enough as it was. Through artifice, a wizard had once gulled her into thinking her power gone, when in fact it had never left her. Believing him had nearly cost Kahlan her life. She survived only because she realized in time that she still had her power and could use it to save herself.

"No. It's the same," Kahlan said. "I've learned it's easy to mislead yourself into believing your magic is waning. It's probably nothing-you're just worried, that's all."

"True enough, but Zedd thinks it would be wise to let Richard do as Richard does. That Richard believes, on his own, without our knowledge of magic, that there is grave trouble of some sort, lends credence to our suspicions. If true, then he is already farther in this than are we. We can but follow."

Ann returned the gnarled hand to Kahlan's arm. "I would ask you not to badger him with your understandable desire to have him pay court to you. I ask that you allow him to do what he must do."

Pay court indeed. Kahlan simply wanted to hold his hand, to hug him, to kiss him, to smile at him and have him smile back.

The next day they needed to return to Aydindril. Soon the thorn of mystery over Juni's death would be shed for more important concerns. They had Emperor Jagang and the war to worry about. She simply wished she and Richard could have one day to themselves.

"I understand." Kahlan stared out at the clucking, churning, throng of stupid chickens. "I'll try not to meddle."

Ann nodded without joy at having gotten what she wanted.

Outside, in the gloom of nightfall, Cara paced. By her chafed expression, Kahlan guessed Richard had ordered the Mord-Sith to remain behind and guard his new wife. That was the one order inviolate for Cara, the one order even Kahlan could not invalidate for the woman.