Soul of the Fire

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potential to be troublesome, but—”
    Richard hiked up his trousers at the knees as he folded his legs. “Zedd, please answer the question. How do you know they aren’t here?”
    “ Because, the chimes are a work of threes. That’s partly why there are three: Reechani, Sentrosi, Vasi.”
    Kahlan nearly leaped to her feet. “I thought you weren’t supposed to say them aloud!”
    “ You are not. An ordinary person could say them with no ill effect. I can speak them aloud without calling them. Ann can, and Richard, too. But not those exceedingly rare people such as yourself.”
    “ Why me?”
    “ Because you have magic powerful enough to summon their aid on behalf of another. But without the gift, which protects the veil, the chimes could also ride your magic across into this world. The names of the three chimes are supposed to be a secret.”
    “ Then I might have called them into this world.”
    “ Dear spirits,” Richard whispered. His face had gone bloodless. “They could be here.”
    “ No, no. There are countless safeguards, and numerous requirements that are exacting and extraordinary.” Zedd held up a finger to silence Richard’s question before it could come out his open mouth. “Among many other things, Kahlan, for example, would have to be your third wife.”
    Zedd flashed Richard a patronizing smirk. “Satisfied, Mister Read-it-in-a-book?”
    Richard let out a breath. “Good.” He sighed aloud again as the color returned to his face. “Good. She’s only my second wife.”
    “ What!” Zedd threw up his arms, nearly toppling backward. He huffed and hauled his sleeves back down. “What do you mean, she is your second wife? I’ve known you your whole life, Richard, and I know you’ve never loved anyone but Kahlan. Why in Creation would you marry someone else!”
    Richard cleared his throat as he shared a pained expression with Kahlan. “Look, it’s a long story, but the end of it is that in order to get into the Temple of the Winds to stop the plague, I had to marry Nadine. That would make Kahlan my second wife.”
    “ Nadine.” Zedd let his jaw hang as he scratched the hollow of his cheek. “Nadine Brighton? That Nadine?”
    “ Yes.” Richard poked at the dirt. “Nadine … died shortly after the ceremony.”
    Zedd let out a low whistle. “Nadine was a nice girl—going to be a healer. The poor thing. Her parents will be devastated.”
    “ Yes, the poor thing,” Kahlan muttered under her breath.
    Nadine’s dogged ambition had been to have Richard, and there had been few bounds to that ambition. Any number of times, Richard had told Nadine in explicit terms there was nothing between the two of them, never would be, and he wanted her gone as soon as possible. To Kahlan’s exasperation, Nadine would simply smile and say, “Whatever you wish, Richard,” as she continued to scheme.
    Though she would never have wished Nadine any real harm, especially the horrible death she suffered, Kahlan could not pretend pity for the conniving strumpet, as Cara called her.
    “ Why is your face all red?” Zedd asked.
    Kahlan looked up. Zedd and Ann were watching her.
    “ Um, well …” Kahlan changed the subject. “Wait a minute. When I spoke the three chimes I wasn’t married to Richard. We weren’t married until we came here, to the Mud People. So, you see, I wasn’t even his wife at the time.”
    “ That’s even better,” Ann said. “Removes another stepping-stone from the chimes’ path.”
    Richard’s hand found Kahlan’s. “Well, that may not be exactly true. When we had to say the words to fulfill the requirements for me to get into the temple, in our hearts we said the words to each other, so it could be said that we were married because of that vow of commitment.
    “ Sometimes magic, the spirit world’s magic, anyway, works by such ambiguous rules.”
    Ann shifted her weight uncomfortably. “True enough.”
    “ But no matter how you reason it out, that would still only

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