Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [294]
“Is it like this everywhere she goes?” Richard whispered to Zedd.
“I’m afraid so, my boy.”
Without hesitation, Kahlan walked smoothly over the massive stone bridge to the city gates. Guards at the near end of the bridge fell back out of her way. She ignored them. Richard surveyed everything, in case he needed to find a fast way out.
The two dozen guards at the city gates were obviously under instruction to allow no one to enter. The guards, who had been standing at attention, looked nervously at each other; they hadn’t expected a visit from the Mother Confessor. With a clank of metal against metal, some of them moved back, bumping into each other, and some didn’t, not knowing what to do. Kahlan stopped; she stared ahead at the gates as if she expected them to evaporate out of her way. The guards in front of her pressed their backs against the gates as they looked sideways to their captain.
Zedd stepped around Kahlan, turned to her, bowed deeply, as if to excuse himself for stepping in front of her, then turned to the captain.
“What’s the matter with you? Are you blind, man? Open the gates!”
The captain’s dark eyes shifted between Kahlan and Zedd. “I’m sorry, but no one is to enter. And your name is…”
Zedd’s face turned bright red; Richard had to work at keeping his own face straight. The wizard’s voice was a low hiss. “Are you telling me, Captain, that you were told ‘If the Mother Confessor comes by, don’t let her in’?”
The captain’s eyes looked less sure. “Well… I was ordered… I’m not…”
“Open the gates right now!” Zedd bellowed, fists at his side. “And get a proper escort here this instant!”
The captain almost jumped out of his armor. He yelled orders and men started running at his direction. The gates swung inward. Horses thundered up from behind and came around the little company, forming a rank in front of Kahlan with their banners at the lead. More horsemen formed up behind. Foot soldiers came at a run, falling in beside her, but not too close.
Richard was seeing her world for the first time, the loneliness of it. What had his heart gotten him into? With cold pain, he understood her need for a friend.
“You call this a proper escort?” Zedd roared. “Well, it will have to do.” He turned to Kahlan, bowed deeply. “My apologies, Mother Confessor, for this man’s insolence, and his feeble effort at an escort.”
Her eyes went to Zedd and she gave a slight bow of her head.
Though he knew he had no right, the shape of her in that dress was making Richard sweat.
As best they could, the men in the ranks kept a wary eye to Kahlan, waiting, and when she started forward they stepped in with her. Dust rose around the horses as they started through the gates.
Zedd fell in next to Richard as the procession started moving, leaning toward the captain as he passed. “Count your blessings the Mother Confessor doesn’t know your name, Captain!” he snapped.
Richard saw the captain sag with relief when they moved well past him. Richard smiled to himself. He had wanted to give them a worry, but he had no idea it would be so effective a worry.
There was as much order to the city inside the walls as there was disorder outside its gates. Shops with their wares displayed in windows lined the paved streets radiating out from the fortress castle. The streets lacked the dust and smells of those outside. There were inns that looked to be finer than any Richard had ever seen before, much less stayed in. Some had doormen standing at attention in red uniforms and white gloves. Elaborately carved signs hung above the doors: The Silver Garden Inn, The Collins Inn, The White Stallion, and The Carriage House.
Men in fine, richly colored coats, escorting ladies in elaborate dresses, went about their business with calm grace. One thing that wasn’t different about the people inside the walls was that they, too, bowed deeply when they saw the Mother Confessor approaching. As the sound of the horses’ hooves on the stone, and armor clanking, drew