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 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 councilors in Hartland。
 
 ‘Since my brother was a councilor; and then First Councilor; I was around the dealings of government。 I saw the councilors ing from different places to ask for things。 Being a guide; I was always leading them to and from Hartland。 I learned a lot about it from talking to them。’
 
 Richard folded his arms。 ‘So what is the Mother Confessor’s part in it?’
 
 ‘Well; the Central Council rules the Midlands 。。。’ She cleared her throat as she looked down at her hands in her lap。 ‘。。。 and the Mother Confessor rules the Central Council。’
 
 His arms came unfolded。 ‘You mean to say that you rule all the kings and queens? All the lands? You rule the Midlands?’
 
 ‘Well 。。。 yes; in a way; I guess。 You see; not all the lands are represented on the Central Council。 Some are too small; like Queen Milena’s Tamarang; and the Mud People; and a few others are lands of magic; the land of the night wisps; for example。 The Mother Confessor is the advocate for these lesser lands。 Left to their own wishes; the council would decide to carve up these smaller lands。 And they have the armies to do it easily。 Only the Mother Confessor stands for those who have no voice。
 
 ‘The other problem is that these lands are often in disagreement。 Some have been bitter adversaries for as long as anyone can remember。 The council is often deadlocked as rulers or their representatives each stubbornly demands his own way; to the detriment of the greater interests of the Midlands。 The Mother Confessor has no interest but the good of the Midlands。
 
 ‘Without leadership the different lands; through the Central Council; would only be interested in vying for power。 The Mother Confessor counters these parochial interests with a larger view; with direction and leadership。
 
 ‘Just as the Mother Confessor is the final arbiter of truth through her magic; she is also the final arbiter of power。 The word of the Mother Confessor is law。’
 
 ‘So it is you who tells all the kings and queens; all the lands; what to do?’
 
 She took one of his hands and held it。 ‘I; and most of the Mother Confessors before me; let the Central Council decide for themselves what they wish; how they want the Midlands ruled。 But when they fail to e to agreement; or to a just agreement; it is to the disadvantage of those not represented。 Only then do I step in and tell them how it shall be。’
 
 ‘And they always do as you say?’
 
 ‘Always。’
 
 ‘Why?’
 
 She took a deep breath。 ‘Well; they know that if they don’t bow to the Mother Confessor’s leadership; they will be alone and vulnerable to any stronger neighbor who craves power。 There would be war until the strongest among them crushed all the rest; as Darken Rahl’s father; Panis Rahl; did in D’Hara。 They know that ultimately it is in their own interest to have an independent council leader; who sides with no land。’
 
 ‘But it’s not in the best interest of the strongest。 Something other than a good heart or mon sense must keep the strongest of these lands in line。’
 
 She nodded with a smile。 ‘You understand the games of power well。 You are right。 They know that if they were bold enough to allow their ambitions a free rein; I; or any of the Confessors; could take their ruler with our magic。 But there is more。 The wizards back the Mother Confessor。’
 
 ‘I thought wizards didn’t want anything to do with power。’
 
 ‘They don’t; exactly。 The threat of their intervention makes it unnecessary。 Wizards call it the paradox of power: if you have power; and are ready; able; and willing to use it; you don’t need to exercise your power。 The lands know that if they don’t work together; and use the impartial leadership of the Mother Confessor; then the wizards are always in the background; ready to teach the disadvantages of being unreasonable or greedy。
 
 The whole thing is a very plex; interwoven relationship; but what it all es down to is that I rule the Central Council; and if I’m not there to do so; the weak; the defenseless; and the peaceful will eventually be overrun; and the rest will be drawn into a war until all but the strongest are crushed。’
 
 Richard sank back to contemplate this with a slight frown on his face。 She watched the firelight play on his features。 She could feel what he was thinking about: he was remembering the way she had; with only a gesture of her hand; demanded that Queen Milena fall to her knees; kiss the Mother Confessor’s hand; and swear loyalty。 She wished she hadn’t had to show him the power she wielded; and how much she was feared; but what she had done had been necessary。 Some deferred only to power。 When necessary; a leader had to show that power; or be cut down。
 
 When he looked up at last; his face held a serious cast。 ‘There is going to be trouble。 The wizards are all dead; they killed themselves before they sent you looking for Zedd。 The threat backing the Mother Confessor is gone。 The other Confessors are all dead; killed by Darken Rahl。 You are the last。 You have no allies。 There is no one to take your place if anything happens to you。 Zedd told us to meet him in Aydindril; he must know this too。
 
 ‘From what I have seen of powerful people; from councilors in my homeland; even my own brother; to queens here; to Darken Rahl; they will view you as a lone obstacle in their way。 If the Midlands is to be kept from being torn apart; the Mother Confessor must rule; and you are going to need help。 You and I both must serve the truth。 I’m going to help you。’
 
 A sly smile parted his lips。 ‘If those councilors were afraid to plot against the Mother Confessor; or give her trouble; because of the wizards; wait until they meet the Seeker。’
 
 Kahlan touched her fingers to his face。 ‘You are a rare person; Richard Cypher。 You are with the most powerful person in the Midlands。 Yet you make me feel as if I am riding your coattails to greatness。’
 
 ‘I’m nothing more than the one who loves you with all my heart。 That is the only greatness I wish to live up to。’ Richard sighed。 ‘It seemed a lot simpler when it was just you and me all by ourselves in the woods; and I cooked you dinner on a stick over an open fire。’ He gave her a sidelong glance。 ‘You are still going to let me cook you dinner; aren’t you; Mother Confessor?’
 
 ‘I don’t think Mistress Sanderholt would like that。 She doesn’t like anyone in her kitchens。’
 
 ‘You have a cook?’
 
 ‘Well; I’ve never seen her cook anything; e to think of it。 Mostly she just whisks all about; ruling her domain with a wooden spoon she wields like a scepter; tasting food and scolding cooks; assistants; and scullions。 She is the head cook。
 
 ‘She frets something awful when I e down to the kitchens to cook。 Mistress Sanderholt begs me to take up another interest。 She says I scare her people。 She says they shake for the rest of the day whenever I e to the kitchens and ask for pots。 So I try not to do it too often。 But I do so like to cook。’
 
 Kahlan smiled at the memory of Mistress Sanderholt。 It was long months since she had been hom

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