but she had basedthat belief only on her belief in Richard and the facts he had uncovered. It was an intellectual conviction based on indirect evidence alone.
That conviction had no basis in her own memories or perceptions. She had no personal recollection of Kahlan, only Richard’s memory to go on, his word, and the evidence at hand. In that secondhand manner she believed in the existence of this woman, Kahlan, because she believed Richard.
But now Nicci knew—really knew—that Kahlan was real.
Nicci still had no memory of anything about the woman, but she viscerally knew that Kahlan was real, that she existed. She no longer needed to rely on Richard’s word to know it. It was self-evident, almost as if she perceived it directly. It was somewhat like remembering meeting someone in the past but not being able to remember their face. While that person’s face would not be recalled, that person’s existence was not in doubt.
Nicci knew that, now, because of the connection to the power of Orden, because of what it had done within her, Kahlan would no longer seem to be invisible. Nicci would be able to see her just as she could see everyone else. The Chainfire spell still resided within Nicci, but Orden had at least partially countered the spell, halted the continuing damage, allowing her to be aware of the truth. Her memory of Kahlan was still not vital, but Kahlan was.
Nicci now knew, really knew, that Richard’s love was real. Nicci felt an aching joy for Richard’s heart, even as her own had broken.
Cara stepped up close beside her and did something Nicci could never have imagined a Mord-Sith doing: she put an arm gently around Nicci’s waist, drawing her close.
At least, it was something no Mord-Sith would ever have done until Richard had come along. Richard had changed everything. Cara, like Nicci, had been brought back from the brink of madness by Richard’s passion for life. The twoof them shared a unique understanding of Richard, a special connection, a perspective that Nicci doubted anyone else, even Zedd, could truly appreciate.
More than that, no one but Cara could grasp all that Nicci had just given up.
“You did good, Nicci,” Cara whispered.
Zedd rose. “Yes, she did. I’m sorry, my dear, if I’ve been unfairly hard on you. I can see now that you did in fact think it through. You did what you thought was right. I must admit that, given the circumstances, you did the only thing that made sense.
“I apologize for jumping to foolish assumptions. I’ve had reason to know many of the profound dangers surrounding the use of the power of Orden—I probably know more about it than anyone alive today. I’ve even seen the magic of Orden called forth by Darken Rahl. Because of that, I have a somewhat different view than you’ve presented.
“While I don’t necessarily completely agree with you, what you did was an act of great intellect and courage, to say nothing of desperation. I’m familiar, too, with acts of desperation in the face of incredible odds and I can appreciate how they are sometimes necessary.
“I hope you are right in what you’ve done. Even if it means I am wrong, I would choose for you to be the one who was right.
“But it doesn’t matter, now. Done is done. You have put the boxes of Orden in play and named Richard the player. Despite what I may believe, we are all of a mind in our cause. Now that it is done, we must do our best to see to it that this works. We will all need to do our utmost to help Richard. If he fails, we all fail. All life fails.”
Nicci couldn’t help but feel a certain degree of relief. “Thank you, Zedd. With your help, we will make this work.”
He shook his head sadly. “My help? Perhaps I’m merely a hindrance. I just wish you had consulted me first.”
“I did,” Nicci said. “I asked you if you trusted Richard with your life, with all life. What more consultation could there be than that?”
Zedd smiled through the sadness
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