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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
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"Did you always follow Darken Rahl's orders?"
Cara stiffened at the unexpected encounter with the name, as if speaking it might summon him back from the world of the dead. "You followed Darken Rahl's orders, no matter how foolish they were, or you were tortured to death."
"Which Lord Rahl do you respect?"
"I would lay down my life for any Lord Rahl." Cara hesitated, and then touched her fingertips to the red leather over her heart. "But I could never feel this way for any other. I. . love Lord Rahl. Not like you love him, not like a woman loves a man, but it is still love. Sometimes I have dreams of how proud I am to serve and defend him, and sometimes I have nightmares that I will fail him."
Cara's brow drew down with sudden dread. "You won't tell him that I said I love ; him, will you? He must not know."
Kahlan smiled. "Cara, I think he already knows, because he has similar feelings about you, but if you don't wish it, I won't say anything."
Cara let out a sigh of relief. "Good."
"And what made you come to feel that way about him?"
"Many things…. He wishes us to think for ourselves. He allows us to serve him by choice. No Lord Rahl has ever done that before. I know that if I said I wished to quit him, he would let me go. He would not have me tortured to death for it. He would wish me a good life."
"That, and more, is what you value about him: he never pretended any claim to your lives. He believes no such claim can ever rightfully exist.
It's the first time since you were captured and trained to be Mord-Sith, that you have felt the reality of freedom.
"That, Cara, is what Richard wants for everyone."
She swished a hand, as if dismissing the seriousness of the whole thing. "He would be foolish to grant me my freedom if I asked for it. He needs me too much."
"You wouldn't need to ask for your freedom, Cara, and you know it. You already have your freedom, and because of him you know that, too. That's what makes him a leader you are honored to follow. That's why you feel the way you do about him. He has earned your loyalty."
Cara mulled it over.
"I still think he has lost his mind."
In the past, Richard had more than once expressed his faith that, given a chance, people would do the right thing. That was what he had done with the Mord-Sith. That was also what he had done with the people of Anderith.
Now. .
Kahlan swallowed back her emotion. "Not his mind, Cara, but maybe his heart.
"Did you always follow Darken Rahl's orders?"
Cara stiffened at the unexpected encounter with the name, as if speaking it might summon him back from the world of the dead. "You followed Darken Rahl's orders, no matter how foolish they were, or you were tortured to death."
"Which Lord Rahl do you respect?"
"I would lay down my life for any Lord Rahl." Cara hesitated, and then touched her fingertips to the red leather over her heart. "But I could never feel this way for any other. I. . love Lord Rahl. Not like you love him, not like a woman loves a man, but it is still love. Sometimes I have dreams of how proud I am to serve and defend him, and sometimes I have nightmares that I will fail him."
Cara's brow drew down with sudden dread. "You won't tell him that I said I love ; him, will you? He must not know."
Kahlan smiled. "Cara, I think he already knows, because he has similar feelings about you, but if you don't wish it, I won't say anything."
Cara let out a sigh of relief. "Good."
"And what made you come to feel that way about him?"
"Many things…. He wishes us to think for ourselves. He allows us to serve him by choice. No Lord Rahl has ever done that before. I know that if I said I wished to quit him, he would let me go. He would not have me tortured to death for it. He would wish me a good life."
"That, and more, is what you value about him: he never pretended any claim to your lives. He believes no such claim can ever rightfully exist.
It's the first time since you were captured and trained to be Mord-Sith, that you have felt the reality of freedom.
"That, Cara, is what Richard wants for everyone."
She swished a hand, as if dismissing the seriousness of the whole thing. "He would be foolish to grant me my freedom if I asked for it. He needs me too much."
"You wouldn't need to ask for your freedom, Cara, and you know it. You already have your freedom, and because of him you know that, too. That's what makes him a leader you are honored to follow. That's why you feel the way you do about him. He has earned your loyalty."
Cara mulled it over.
"I still think he has lost his mind."
In the past, Richard had more than once expressed his faith that, given a chance, people would do the right thing. That was what he had done with the Mord-Sith. That was also what he had done with the people of Anderith.
Now. .
Kahlan swallowed back her emotion. "Not his mind, Cara, but maybe his heart.