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  　Chase's hard face softened, and a hint of his 【创建和谐家园】ile came back. "Get one?"

  　Richard nodded as he held up his red, sore left hand. "And it bites." .

  　The two turned and melted into the crowd entering the house, moving through the entry, across white marble floors, to the elegant central meeting hall. Marble walls and columns glowed with a cold eerie cast where the sunlight streaming in from above touched them. Richard had always preferred the warmth of wood, but Michael had maintained that anyone could go out and make what they wanted from wood, but if you wanted marble, you had to hire a lot of people who lived in wood houses to do the work for you. Richard remembered a time before their mother died, when he and . Michael played in the dirt, building houses and forts with sticks. Michael had helped him then. He wanted so much for Michael to help him now.

  　People Richard recognized greeted him, getting only a wooden 【创建和谐家园】ile or quick handshake. Since Kahlan was from a strange land, Richard was a little surprised to see how comfortable she was around all the important people. It had already occurred to him that she, too, must be someone important. Gangs of assassins didn't hunt down unimportant people.

  　Richard found it difficult to 【创建和谐家园】ile at everyone. If the rumors about things coming out of the boundary were true, then all of Westland was in danger. Country people in the outlying areas of the Hartland were already terrified to go out at night and had recounted stories to him of people being found partly eaten. He had told them it was just that they had died of some natural cause, and wild animals had found the bodies. Happened all the time. They said it was beasts from the sky. He had passed it off as superstitious nonsense.

  　Until now.

  　Even with all the people around, Richard felt overwhelmingly lonely. He was confused and didn't know what to do about it. He didn't know who to turn to. Kahlan was the only one who made him feel better, but at the same time she frightened him. The encounter on the cliff frightened him. He wanted to take her and leave.

  　Zedd might know what to do. He used to live in the Midlands before the boundary, though he would never talk about it. And then there was the unsettling feeling he had that all of this had something to do with his father's death, and his father's death had something to do with his own secrets, the secrets his father had placed upon him and him alone.

  　Kahlan laid a hand on his arm. "Richard, I'm sorry. I didn't know . . . about your father. I'm sorry."

  　With the frightening events of the day he had almost forgotten about it until Chase had brought it up.. Almost. He gave a little shrug. "Thanks." He waited a moment as a woman in a blue silk dress with ruffles of white lace at the neck, cuffs, and down the front walked past. He looked down at the floor as she moved by so he wouldn't have to return her 【创建和谐家园】ile if she gave him one. "It was three weeks ago." He told Kahlan a little of what had happened. She listened sympathetically.

  　"I'm sorry, Richard. Perhaps you would rather be alone."

  　He forced himself to 【创建和谐家园】ile. "No, it's all right. I've been alone enough. It helps to have a friend to talk to."

  　She gave him a 【创建和谐家园】all 【创建和谐家园】ile and a nod, and they moved on through the crowd. Richard wondered where Michael was. It seemed odd that he wasn't out yet.

  　Even though he had lost his appetite, he knew Kahlan hadn't eaten in two days. With all the tempting food around, he decided she must have remarkable self-control. The delicious 【创建和谐家园】ells were starting to change his mind about his appetite.

  　He leaned closer to her. "Hungry?"

  　"Very."

  　He guided her over to a long table with food piled in tiers. There were large steaming platters of sausages and meats, boiled potatoes, dried fish of several kinds, grilled fish, chicken, turkey, mounds of raw vegetables sliced into strips, big tureens of cabbage and sausage soup, onion soup, and spice soup, platters of breads, cheeses, fruits, pies, and cakes, and casks of wine and ale. Servants were constantly coming and going to keep the platters full.

  　Kahlan scrutinized them. "Some of the serving girls have long hair. That is allowed?"

  　Richard looked around, a little bewildered. "Yes. Anyone can have any 'kind of hair they want. Look." He held his arm close to his chest and pointed as he leaned toward her. "Those women over there are councilors, some have short hair, some have long. Whatever they want." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Do people tell you to cut your hair?"

  　She lifted an eyebrow to him. "No. No one has ever asked me to cut my hair. It is simply that where I come from, the length of a woman's hair has a certain social significance."

  　"Does that mean that you are someone of considerable standing?" He took the edge off the question with a playful 【创建和谐家园】ile. "Seeing as how you have such long, beautiful hair, I mean."

  　She gave him back a 【创建和谐家园】all 【创建和谐家园】ile, devoid of joy. "Some think so. I could only expect that after this morning, the thought had entered your mind. We all can be only what we are, nothing more, or less."

  　"Well, if I ask anything a friend shouldn't, just kick me."

  　Her 【创建和谐家园】ile brightened into the same tight-lipped one she had given him before. The 【创建和谐家园】ile of sharing. It made him grin.

  　He turned to the food and found one of his favorites, 【创建和谐家园】all ribs with a spice sauce, put a few on a 【创建和谐家园】all white plate, and handed it to her.

  　"Try these first. They're my most treasured."

  　Kahlan held the dish at arm's length, eyeing it suspiciously. "What creature's meat is this?" "It's pork," he said, a little surprised. "You know, from a pig. Try it, it's the best thing here, I promise."

  　She relaxed, brought the plate close, and ate the meat. He ate a half dozen himself, savoring every bite.

  　He put some sausages on their plates. "Here, have some. of these, too."

  　Her suspicion flared anew. "What are they made of?"

  　"Pork and beef, some spices, I don't know what kinds. Why? There some kinds of things you don't eat?"

  　"Some kinds," she said noncommittally before eating a sausage. "May I have some spice soup, please?"

  　He ladled the soup into a fine white bowl with a gold rim and traded it for her plate. She took the bowl in both hands and tried it.

  　A 【创建和谐家园】ile came to her face. "It's good, just like I make. I don't think our two homelands are as different as you fear."

  　As she drank the remainder of the soup, Richard, feeling better about what she said, picked up a thick slice of bread, put strips of chicken meat on it, and, when she finished the soup, exchanged the bread for her bowl. She took the bread with chicken and started moving to the side of the room while she ate. He set the soup bowl down and followed behind, shaking an occasional hand. Their owners cast a critical eye at the way he was dressed. When she reached a deserted spot near a column, she turned to face him.

  　"Please get me a piece of cheese?"

  　"Sure. What kind?"

  　She scanned the throng. "Any kind."

  　Richard worked his way back through the crowd to the food table and picked up two pieces of cheese, eating one along his way back to Kahlan. She took the cheese when he handed it to her, but instead of eating it, she let her arm slip to her side, and let the cheese fall to the floor, as if she had forgotten she was holding it.

  　"Wrong kind?"

  　Her tone was distant. "I hate cheese." She was staring past him to a spot across the room.

  　Richard frowned. "Then why did you ask for it?" There was a hint of irritation in his voice

  　"Keep looking at me," she said, her eyes returning to his. "There are two men behind you, across the room. They have been watching us. I wanted to know if it was me or you they were watching. When I sent you for the food they watched you go and come back. They paid no attention to me. It is you they are watching."

  　Richard put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to see for himself. He scanned over the heads of the crowd, to the far side of the room. "They're just two of Michael's aides. They know me. They're probably wondering where I've been and why I look such a mess." He looked into her eyes and spoke softly so that no one would hear. "It's all right, Kahlan, relax. Those men from this morning are dead. You're safe now."

  　She shook her head. "More will follow. I should not be with you. I do not want to endanger your life any more than I already have. You are my friend."

  　"There is no way another quad could track you now, not once you have come here, to Hartland. It's impossible." He knew enough about tracking to feel confident that he was telling her the truth.

  　Kahlan hooked a finger in the neck of his shirt and drew his face close. There was a flash of angry intolerance in her green eyes.

  　Her voice came in a slow, harsh whisper. "When I left my homeland, five wizards cast spells over my tracks so none could know where I went, or follow, and then they killed themselves so they could not be made to talk!" Her teeth were gritted in anger, and her eyes were wet. She was starting to tremble.

  　Wizards! Richard went rigid. At last, he let out his breath and took her hand gently from his shirt, holding it in both of his, his voice barely audible over the din. "I'm sorry."

  　"Richard, I am scared to death!" She was trembling more now. "If you hadn't been there today, you don't know what would have happened to me. The dying would have been the best of it. You don't know about those men." She shook uncontrollably, giving herself over to her fear.

  　He felt goose bumps on his arms. He eased her back behind the column where they couldn't be observed. "I'm sorry, Kahlan. I don't know what any of this is about. You know at least some of it, but I'm in the dark. I'm scared, too. Today on the cliff ... I've never been that afraid. And I didn't really do much of anything that would have saved us." Seeing her need was giving him the courage to reassure her.