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way life was； that she could have none of what other people had； and that it was all right。 That was before she met Richard： before he became her friend； accepted her； talked to her； treated her like a normal person。 Cared about her。
But then； Richard didn't know what she was。
Savidlin； at least； had been friendly to her。 He had taken her and Richard into his small home with him； his wife； Weselan； and their young boy； Siddin； and had given them a place to sleep on the floor。 Even if it was because Savidlin had insisted； Weselan had accepted Kahlan into her home with gracious hospitality； and did not show coldness when she had the chance； unseen by her husband； to do so。 At night； after it was too dark to work； Siddin would sit wide…eyed on the floor with Kahlan as she told him stories of kings and castles； of far…off lands； and of fierce beasts。 He would crawl into her lap and beg for more stories； and give her hugs。 It brought tears to her eyes now to think of how Weselan let him do that； without pulling him away； how she had the kindness not to show her fear。 When Siddin went to sleep； she and Richard would tell Savidlin and Weselan some of the stories of their journey from Westland。 Savidlin was one who respected success in struggle； and listened with eyes almost as wide as his son's had been。
The Bird Man had seemed pleased with the new roof。 Shaking his head slowly； he had smiled to himself when he had seen enough to figure out how it would work。 But the other six elders were less impressed。 To them； a little rain dripping in once in a while seemed hardly enough to bee concerned about； it had done so their whole life。 and they were resentful of an outsider ing in and showing them how stupid they had been。 Someday； when one of the elders died； Savidlin would bee one of the six。 Kahlan wished he were one now； for they could use such a strong ally among the elders。
Kahlan worried about what would happen when the roof was finished； about what would happen if the elders refused to ask to have Richard named one of the Mud People。 Richard had not given her his promise that he wouldn't hurt them。 Even though he was not the kind of person to do something like that； he was the Seeker。 More was at stake than the lives of a few of these people。 Much more。 The Seeker had to take that into account。 She had to take that into account
Kahlan didn't know if killing the last man of the quad had changed him； made him harder。 Learning to kill made you weigh matters differently； made it easier to kill again。 That was something she knew all too well。
Kahlan wished so much he had not e to her aid when he had； wished he had not killed that man。 She didn't have the heart to tell him it was unnecessary。 She could have handled it herself。 After all； one man alone was hardly a mortal danger to her。 That was why Rahl always sent four men after Confessors： one to be touched by her power； the other three to kill him and the Confessor。 Sometimes only one was left； but that was enough after a Confessor had spent her power。 But one alone？ He had almost no chance。 Even if he was big； she was faster。 When he swung his sword； she would have simply jumped out of the way。 Before he could have brought it up again； she would have touched him； and he would have been hers。 That would have been the end of him。
Kahlan knew there was no way she could ever tell Richard that there had been no need for him to kill。 What made it doubly bad was that he had killed for her； had thought he was saving her。
Kahlan knew another quad was probably already on its way。 They were relentless。 The man Richard had killed knew he was going to die； knew he didn't stand a chance； alone； against a Confessor； but he came anyway。 They would not stop； did not know the meaning of it； never thought of anything but their objective。
And； they enjoyed what they did to Confessors。
Even though she tried not to； she couldn't help remembering Dennee。 Whenever she thought of the quads； she couldn't help remembering what they had done to Dennee。
Before Kahlan had became a woman； her mother had been stricken with a terrible sickness； one no healer was able to turn back。 She had died all too quickly of the awful wasting disease。 Confessors were a close sisterhood； when trouble struck one； it struck all。 Dennee's mother took in Kahlan and forted her。 The two girls； best friends； had been thrilled that they were to be sisters； as they called themselves from then on； and it helped ease the pain of losing her mother。
Dennee was a frail girl； as frail as her mother。 She did not have the strength of power that Kahlan did； and over time； Kahlan became her protector； guardian； shielding her from situations that required more force than she could bring from within。 After its use； Kahlan could recover the strength of her power in an hour or two； but for Dennee； it sometimes took several days。
On one fateful day； Kahlan had been away for a short time； taking a confession from a murderer who was to be hanged； a mission that was to have been Dennee's。 Kahlan had gone in her sister's place because she wanted to spare Dennee the torment of the task。 Dennee hated taking confessions； hated seeing the look in their eyes。 Sometimes she would cry for days after。 She never asked Kahlan to go in her stead； she wouldn't； but the look of relief on her face when Kahlan told her she would do it was words enough。 Kahlan； too； disliked taking confessions； but she was stronger； wiser； more reflective。 She understood； and accepted； that being a Confessor was her power； it was who she was； and so it didn't hurt her the way it did Dennee。 Kahlan had always been able to place her head before her heart。 And she would have done any dirty job in Dennee's place。
On the trail home； Kahlan heard soft whimpers from the brush at the side of the road； moans of mortal pain。 To her horror； she discovered Dennee； thrown there； discarded。
〃I was 。。 。 ing to meet you 。。。。 I wanted to walk back with you；〃 Dennee had said as Kahlan cradled the girl's head in her lap。 〃A quad caught me。 I'm sorry。 I got one of them； Kahlan。 I touched him。 I got one of them。 You would have been proud of me。〃
In shock； Kahlan held Dennee's head； forted her； telling her it would be all right。
〃Please； Kahlan 。 。 。 pull my dress down for me？〃 Her voice sounded as if it were ing from a faraway place。 Wet and weak。 〃My arms don't work。〃
Past panic； Kahlan saw why。 Dennee's arms had been brutally broken。 They lay useless at her sides； bent in places where they shouldn't be bent。 Blood trickled from one ear。 Kahlan pulled what was left of the blood…soaked dress over her sister； covering her as best she could。 Her head spun with the horror of what the men had done。 The choking feeling in her throat wouldn't let words e out。 She strained to hold back her screams； fearful of frightening her sister any more。 She knew she had to be strong for her this one last time。
Dennee whispered Kahlan's name； beckoning her closer。 〃Darken Rahl did this to me 。 。 。 he wasn't here； but he did this to me。〃
〃I know；〃 Kahlan said with all the tenderness she could gat