had gone back to see how Berdine was doing in the library. Richard had asked the men of the First File to stand guard out in the corridor, rather than in the room. He hadn’t wanted the abbot to feel uncomfortable. This was, after all, a representative from one of the areas Richard ruled, not a hostile land. Still, a Mord-Sith in red leather standing at arm’s length to his side couldn’t put anyone at ease.
More than that, though, the man had been insistent about prophecy earlier in the day. When the woman had tried to kill Kahlan she had given her vision of the future as her excuse for murder. Richard and Kahlan were not exactly indulgent of people who let prophecy direct their lives, or who used it as license for the harm they caused. From the events at the reception, the abbot would be aware of their feelings, and that he was at the wrong end of them.
Richard gestured to one of the comfortable chairs on the other side of a low, square table covered with a slab of black marble cut through with whorls of white quartz. “Won’t you have a seat, Abbot?”
The man sat on the forward edge of the chair, his back straight, his hands folded on his knees, his hat hooked on his thumbs. “Please, Lord Rahl, call me Ludwig. Most everyone does.”
“All right, Ludwig. I’m embarrassed to admit that I know far too little about your homeland. When the war was raging it was all any of us could do to stay alive another day. There was no time to learn more about those who fought so valiantly with us. With the threat of tyranny ended, the Mother Confessor and I hope to soon visit all the lands of the D’Haran Empire.
“So, since we know so little about Fajin Province, we would appreciate it if you could tell us a bit about the land you rule.”
Abbot Dreier’s face went red. “Lord Rahl, you have been misinformed. I am not the authority in my homeland.”
“You aren’t the ruler of Fajin Province?”
“Dear Creator, no.”
Fajin Province, in the Dark Lands, was one of the small, outlying districts of D’Hara. Richard wondered why whoever was in charge hadn’t come. It would have been a chance for them to take a place beside those who ruled much larger lands and have a say in the future of the D’Haran Empire.
Leaders of the lands near and far had come to the grand wedding. Although Cara and Benjamin’s wedding was the central event, that highlight served as a chance for representatives from all the lands to come together and meet. None wanted to miss such a remarkable and unprecedented event. Richard had spent time with a number of the representatives. Only a few leaders had not been in good enough health to make the journey and had been forced to send emissaries. A number of the rulers had large escorts of ambassadors, officials, and advisors.
“You serve in some capacity of authority, though?” Richard asked.
“I am but a humble man who has the good fortune to have been called upon to work with people more gifted than I.”
“More gifted? In what way?”
“Why, prophecy, Lord Rahl.”
Richard shared a surreptitious look with Kahlan.
He leaned forward. “Are you saying that you have prophets, real prophets— wizards with the gift of prophecy— in your homeland?”
The man cleared his throat. “Not exactly, Lord Rahl, at least not like the tall prophet you have here that I’ve heard so much about. We are not anywhere near that fortunate. I apologize for giving such a misleading impression. We are but a small and insignificant land. Compared to the prophet you have with you here at the palace, those we have are of minor ability. Still, we do what we can with what we have.”
“Then who governs in Fajin Province?”
“Bishop Hannis Arc is the ruler of our people.”
“Hannis Arc.” Richard leaned back in his plush chair and crossed his legs. “And why didn’t he come?”
Ludwig blinked. “I wouldn’t know, Lord Rahl. I rarely meet with the bishop. He rules from the city of Saavedra, while I live and work in a small abbey in the mountains some distance away. With my helpers at the abbey we collect information from those who are talented enough to be visited by forewarnings. We regularly provide those bits of prophecy to the bishop in order to help him in the decisions he must make in his capacity as the ruler of our land. Of course, if we uncover especially significant omens we immediately inform the bishop. Those are the only times I actually see him.”
Zedd rolled his hand, impatient to get to the heart of the matter. “So this bishop…”
“Hannis Arc.”
“Yes, Hannis Arc. He is a religious man, then? He rules as a leader of a theological sect?”
Ludwig shook his head as if fearing he had yet again given the wrong impression. “The title ‘bishop’ is purely ceremonial.”
“So then this is not a religious rule devoted to the Creator?” Zedd asked.
Ludwig looked from face to face. “We do not worship the Creator. It is not possible to worship the Creator directly. We respect the Creator, appreciate the life He has given us, but we do not worship Him. That would be rather presumptuous on our part. He is everything, we are nothing. He does not communicate with the world of life in so simplistic a fashion as to speak directly to us, or to hear our pleas.
“Hannis Arc is the inspirational leader of Fajin Province. He is our guiding light, you might say, not a religious leader. His word is law in Saavedra and other cities as well as the rest of our province.”
“If his word is law,” Kahlan asked, “then what need has he of predictions from your abbey? I mean, if he depends on the utterances of people who are possessed by a vision, then he doesn’t really rule, now does he?”
“Mother Confessor?”
“If he looks to people who provide visions, then he is not really the leader of Fajin Province; those who provide the visions are the ones whose word is really law. They direct him with the visions.” Kahlan arched an eyebrow. “Isn’t that right?”
Ludwig twiddled with the hat on his thumbs. “Well, I don’t—”
“That would make you the ruler of Fajin Province,” she said.
Ludwig vigorously shook his head. “No, Mother Confessor, that is not the way it works.”
“Then how does it work?” she asked.
“The Creator does not speak to us in the world of life directly. We are not worthy of such common communication. The only people who hear the voice of the Creator are those who are deluded.
“But from time to time He does give us guidance through prophecy. The Creator is all-knowing. He knows everything that has ever happened; He knows everything that will ever happen. Prophecy is how He speaks to us, how He helps us. Since He already knows everything that will happen, He reveals some of those future events through omens.”
Kahlan’s expression had gone blank, a Confessor’s face, a visage Richard knew well.
“So,” she said, “the Creator gives people these visions so that they will cut their children’s throats?”
Ludwig looked from Kahlan, to Richard, and back to Kahlan. “Perhaps He wanted to spare them a worse end. Perhaps He was doing them a kindness.”
“If He is everything, and we are nothing, then why didn’t He simply intervene and prevent that grisly end from visiting the children?”
“Because we are nothing. We are beneath Him. We cannot expect Him to intervene on our behalf.”
“But He intervenes to give prophecy.”
“That’s right.”
“Then He is intervening on our behalf.”
Ludwig nodded reluctantly. “But it is in a more general sense. That is why we all must heed prophecy.”