Richard bowed. “General Baldwin, I’m pleased to meet you. I am Richard Rahl.”
The general at last regained his composure and returned the bow. “Lord Rahl, I am honored that you would see me on such short notice.”
Richard gestured. “Cara, please bring a chair for the general. He must be weary from his travel.”
After Cara had placed a simple tufted leather chair before the table, and the general had seated himself, Richard sat in his own chair behind the table. “What can I do for you, General Baldwin?”
The general glanced up at Raina standing behind his left shoulder, and Cara behind his right. Both women stood relaxed and silent with their hands clasped behind their backs, sending the unequivocal message that they had no intention of going anywhere.
“You may speak freely, General. I trust these two to watch over me when I sleep.”
He took a breath and seemed to relax a bit, accepting the assurance. “Lord Rahl, I’ve come about the queen.”
Richard had thought that might be it. He folded his hands on the table. “I’m very sorry about what happened, General.”
The general rested an arm on the table as he leaned in. “Yes, I’ve heard about the mriswith. I saw some of the loathsome beasts on the pikes outside.”
Richard had to stop himself when he almost said that they might be beasts, but they weren’t loathsome. A mriswith, after all, had killed Cathryn Lumholtz as she was about to murder him, but the general wasn’t likely to understand, so Richard kept it to himself, and said instead, “I deeply regret that your queen was killed while under my roof.”
The general flipped his hand dismissively. “I meant no imputation, Lord Rahl. What I mean is that I’ve come about Kelton being without a king or queen, now that Cathryn Lumholtz is dead. She was the last successor to the throne, and with her sudden death, it presents a problem.”
Richard kept his voice friendly, but official. “What sort of problem? You are part of us, now.”
The man distorted his features in an offhanded expression. “Yes, we received the surrender documents. But the queen who led us is now dead. While she was in power, she acted within her authority, but we find ourselves at a loss as to how to proceed.”
Richard frowned. “You mean you need a new queen, or king?”
He shrugged apologetically. “It is our way to have a monarch lead our people. Even if it’s only symbolic, now that we’ve surrendered to the union with D’Hara, it gives the Keltish people esteem to have a king or queen. Without one the people feel that they are no more than nomads, without roots—without anything in common to tie them together.
“Since there is no Lumholtz in line of succession, one of the other Houses could come to the fore. None has the right to claim the throne, but one could eventually win the right. A contested throne could cause a civil war, though.”
“I see,” Richard said. “You realize, of course, that whoever you choose for your king or queen doesn’t make any difference as far as your surrender is concerned. The surrender is irrevocable.”
“It’s not so simple. That’s why I’ve come to seek your help.”
“How can I help?”
The general kneaded his chin. “You see, Lord Rahl, Queen Cathryn surrendered Kelton to you, but now she’s dead. Until we have a new monarch, we are your subjects. You are the equivalent of our king until a true monarch is named. However, if one of these Houses ascends to the throne, it could be that they see it differently.”
Richard kept his tone from sounding as threatening as he felt. “I don’t care how they see it. That river has been crossed.”
The general waggled his hand as if to implore patience. “I think the future lies with you, Lord Rahl. The problem is that if the wrong House finally comes to the throne, they might have different ideas. Quite frankly, I would never have thought that the House of Lumholtz would have chosen to go with you and D’Hara. You must have been very persuasive to make the queen see reason.
“Some of these dukes and duchesses are talented at playing games of power, but not at what is in the best interest of all. These duchies are almost sovereign, and their subjects bow only to a monarch. There are those who would speak persuasively for Kelton to heed the word of the Crown, and not D’Hara, should one of the wrong Houses come to the throne and declare the surrender invalid. Civil war would be the result.
“I’m a soldier, and view events with a soldier’s eyes. A soldier likes least of all fighting in a civil war. I have men from every duchy. Civil war would tear the unity of the army apart, destroy us, and leave us vulnerable to true enemies.”
Richard filled the silence. “I’m listening, go on.”
“As I said, as a man who understands the value of unity, of unified authority, I think the future lies with you. Right now, until there is a new ruler on the throne, you are the law.”
General Baldwin leaned sideways against the table and lowered his voice meaningfully. “Since you are the law at the moment, if you were to name a king or queen, then that would settle the matter. See what I mean? The Houses would be obligated to honor the new ruler, and go with you, if the new ruler says it is to be as has already been done.”
Richard squinted. “You make it sound like a game, General. Moving this piece on the board to block an opposing piece before the opponent has his turn to take your marker.”
He smoothed down his mustache. “It’s your move, Lord Rahl.”
Richard leaned back in his chain. “I see.” He thought a moment, not knowing how he was going to get out of this. Maybe he could ask the general’s advice as to which House would be loyal. He didn’t think that would be wise, though, trusting a man who just walked in and announced his intent to help. It could be a ruse.
He glanced at Cara, who stood to the side behind the general. Her shoulders were hunched and her face wore a silent, confounded expression. When he moved his gaze to Raina, she signaled that she, too, didn’t have any suggestions.
Richard rose and went to the window, staring out at the people in the city. He wished Kahlan were here. She knew all about this kind of thing: the ways of royalty and rulers. This taking-over-the-Midlands business was constantly proving more complicated than he had expected.
He could simply order this nonsense stopped, and send in D’Haran troops to enforce his orders, but that would waste valuable men taking care of what should already be settled. He could leave the matter until later, but he needed Kelton to remain loyal—other lands’ surrender hinged on Kelton. He already had Kelton, but if he made a mistake, all his plans could end in ashes.
Richard wished Kahlan would hurry up and get to Aydindril. She could tell him what he needed to do. Perhaps he could stall until she and Zedd arrived, and with her advice, do the right thing. She should be here soon. But would it be soon enough?
Kahlan, what should I do?
Kahlan.
Richard turned back to the waiting general. “Since Kelton needs a monarch to stand as a symbol of hope and leadership of all Keltish people, I shall name one for you.”
The general waited expectantly.
“By my authority as Master of D’Hara, to whom Kelton owes its allegiance, I name your queen.
“From this day forward, Kahlan Amnell is the queen of Kelton.”
General Baldwin’s eyes widened as he came out of his chair. “You name Kahlan Amnell as our Queen?”
Richard hardened his gaze as his hand settled on the hilt of his sword. “I do. All Kelton will bow to her. Like your surrender, this order is irrevocable.”
General Baldwin dropped to his knees, his head hanging low. “Lord Rahl, I can hardly believe you would do this for my people. We are grateful.”
Richard, his hand on the verge of drawing his sword, paused at the general’s words. He hadn’t expected such a reaction.
The general finally came to his feet before the table. “Lord Rahl, I must leave at once to bring this glorious news to our troops. They will be as honored as I to be the subj
ects of Kahlan Amnell.”
Richard, unsure how to react, remained noncommittal. “I’m pleased that you would accept my choice, General Baldwin.”
The general spread his arms. “Accept? This is beyond my hopes, Lord Rahl. Kahlan Amnell is the queen of Galea. It has been a cause of strife in our land that the Mother Confessor herself would serve as queen to our rival, Galea, but to now have her as our queen, too, well, it will prove that the Lord Rahl holds us in the same high esteem as Galea. When you are wedded to her, you will be wedded to our people, too, the same as the Galeans.”
Richard was stiff and speechless. How did the man know that Kahlan was the Mother Confessor? Dear spirits, what had happened?
General Baldwin reached out and pulled Richard’s hand from his sword, clasping it in a warm embrace. “Lord Rahl, this is the greatest honor our people have ever received: to have the Mother Confessor herself as our queen. Thank you, Lord Rahl, thank you.”
General Baldwin was grinning joyously, but Richard was on the verge of panic. “It is my hope, General, that this will seal our unity.”
Waving a hand, the general laughed with glee. “For all time, Lord Rahl. Now, if you will excuse me, I must return at once to let our people know of this great day.”
“Of course,” Richard managed to get out.
General Baldwin clasped hands with Cara and Raina before rushing from the room. Richard stood stunned.
Cara frowned. “Lord Rahl, is something wrong? Your face is as pale as ashes.”
Richard finally took his gaze from the door the general had gone through, and looked to her. “He knew that Kahlan is the Mother Confessor.”
Cara’s brow twitched as if she were mystified. “Everyone knows that your bride-to-be, Kahlan Amnell, is the Mother Confessor.”
“What?” he whispered. “You know, too?”
She and Raina nodded, Raina speaking. “Naturally. Lord Rahl, you do not look well. Are you ill? Perhaps you should sit down.”
Richard looked from Raina’s questioning face back to Cara. “She had a spell on her to protect her. No one knew she was the Mother Confessor. No one. A great wizard used magic to hide her identity. You never knew before.”
Cara frowned, truly puzzled, now. “We didn’t? That’s most odd, Lord Rahl. It seems to me that I’ve always known she was the Mother Confessor.” Raina nodded her agreement.
“Impossible,” Richard said. He turned to the door. “Ulic! Egan!”
They burst through the door almost instantly, poised and ready for combat. “What is it, Lord Rahl?”
“Who am I to marry?”
Both men straightened in surprise. “The Queen of Galea, Lord Rahl,” Ulic said.
“Who is she!”
The two men shared a confused glimpse at one another. “Well,” Egan said, “she is the queen of Galea—Kahlan Amnell, the Mother Confessor.”
“The Mother Confessor is supposed to be dead! Don’t any of you remember the speech I gave to all the representatives, down in the council chambers? Don’t you remember how I talked about how they should honor the memory of the dead Mother Confessor by joining with D’Hara?”
Ulic scratched his head. Egan stared at the floor while he sucked the tip of a finger in concentration. Raina looked to the others, hoping they would have an answer. Cara’s face finally brightened.
“I think I remember, Lord Rahl,” she said. “But I think you were speaking of past Mother Confessors in general, not your bride-to-be.”
Richard looked from one face to another as each nodded. Something was wrong.
“Look, I know you don’t understand, but this involves magic.”
“You’re right, then, Lord Rahl,” Raina said, turning more serious. “If there’s a magic spell involved, then the spell would deceive us. You have magic, so you would be able to discern the difficulty. We must trust in what you tell us about magic.”
Richard rubbed his hands together as he looked off, his eyes unable to find a place to settle. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. But what? Maybe Zedd lifted the spell. Maybe he had a reason. It could be that there was nothing wrong. Zedd was with her. Zedd would protect her. Richard spun around.
“The letter. I sent them a letter. Maybe Zedd removed the spell because he knows that I’ve taken Aydindril from the Imperial Order, so he didn’t think there was any need to keep her spelled.”
“That sounds reasonable,” Cara offered.
Richard felt a wave of worry rise into his throat. What if Kahlan was furious that he had ended the alliance of the Midlands and had demanded the surrender of the lands to D’Hara, and so she had insisted that Zedd take off the spell to let people know the Midlands still had a Mother Confessor? If so, that would mean she wasn’t in trouble, but that she was angry with him. Anger he could accept. Trouble, he could not. If she was in trouble, he had to help her.
“Ulic, please go find General Reibisch and bring him to me at once.” Ulic tapped a fist to his chest and rushed from the room. “Egan, you go visit some of the officers and men. Don’t act as if it’s anything out of the ordinary. Just engage them in conversation about me, maybe my marriage or something like that. See if others also know that Kahlan is the Mother Confessor.”
Richard paced and thought as he waited for General Reibisch to arrive. What should he do? Kahlan and Zedd should be here at any time, but what if something was wrong? Even if Kahlan was angry about what he had done, that wouldn’t stop her from coming to Aydindril, it would only make her want to talk him out of it, or lecture him on the history of the Midlands and what he was destroying.
Maybe she would want to tell him that their marriage was off, and she never wanted see him again. No. He could not believe that. Kahlan loved him, and even if she was angry, he refused to believe that she would willingly put anything before her love for him. He had to believe in her love, just as she had to believe in his.
The door opened and Berdine struggled into the room with her arms full of books and papers. She had a pen between her teeth. She smiled as best she could with the pen in her mouth, and dumped the things on the table.
“We need to talk,” she whispered, “if you’re not busy.”
“Ulic went out to look for General Reibisch. It’s urgent that I talk to him.”
Berdine glanced to Cara, Raina, and the door. “Do you want me to leave, Lord Rahl? Is something wrong?”
Already, Richard had learned enough to know he was right about the journal they had found being important. He could do nothing until Reibisch returned.
“Who am I to marry?”
Berdine opened a book on the table as she sat in his chair and shuffled through the papers she had brought. “Queen Kahlan Amnell, the Mother Confessor.” She looked up hopefully. “Do you have a bit of time? I could use your help.”
Richard sighed and went around the desk to stand beside her. “Until General Reibisch gets here I’ve got time. What do you need?”
With the back end of her pen, she tapped the open journal. “I’ve almost got this bit here translated, and it seems he was emphatic about it when he wrote it, but I’m missing two words that I think are important.” She pulled the High D’Haran version of The Adventures of Bonnie Day around before them. “I’ve found a place with the same two words in this. If you can remember what it says, I’ll have it.”
Richard had read The Adventures of Bonnie Day countless times, it was his favorite book, and he thought he could recite it by heart. He had discovered that he could not. He knew the book well, but remembering the exact words proved harder than he had thought it would be. He could remember the story, but not the exact story, word for word. Unless he could tell her the exact words of a sentence, the gist of the story wasn’t often of much help.
He had gone to the Keep several times and searched for a version of the book he could read so they could cross-reference the D’Haran version, but he hadn’t been able to find one. It was frustrating that he couldn’t be of more help.
Berdine pointed to a place in The Adventures of Bonnie Day. “I need these two words. Can you tell me what this sentence says?”
Richard’s hopes rose. It was the beginning of a chapter. He had had the most success with the beginnings of chapters because the starting places were memorable.
“Yes! This is the chapter where they leave. I remember. It starts, ‘For the third time that week, Bonnie violated her father’s rule about not going into the woods alone.’”
Berdine leaned over, looking at the line. “Yes, this is ‘violated,’ I’ve already got that one. This word here is ‘rule,’ and this one ‘third’?”
Richard nodded when she glanced up. Grinning with the thrill of discovery, she dipped her pen in the bottle of ink and started writing on one of the sheets of paper she had brought, filling in a few of the blank places. When she finished, she proudly slid the paper over in front of him.
“This is what it says in this bit of the journal.”
Richard picked up the paper and held it up in the light coming over his shoulder from the window.
The arguments rage on among us. Wizard’s Third Rule: Passion rules reason. I fear this most insidious of rules may be our ruin. Though we know better, I fear some of us are violating it anyway. Each faction presses that their course of action is reason, but in the desperation, I fear all are passion. Even Alric Rahl sends frantic word of a solution. Meanwhile, the dream walkers scythe through our men. I pray the towers can be completed, or we are all lost. Today I said good-bye to friends leaving for the towers. I wept to know I will never see those good men again in this world. How many will die in the towers for the cause of reason? But alas, I know the worse cost should we violate the Third Rule.
When Richard finished the translation, he turned away, toward the window. He had been in those towers. He knew that wizards had given their life force into them to ignite the tower’s spells, but they had never seemed real people to him before. It was chilling to read the anguish in the words of the man whose bones had lain in that room in the Keep for thousands of years. Through the words in the journal, his bones seemed to be coming to life.