Spice soup reminded Kahlan of Richard, now. She remembered making it for him, and he for her. After dropping her pack and bow to the floor, Kahlan crossed the plush carpets and went into the next room. She stood, idly rubbing her fingers on one of the great, polished posts at the foot of her bed, staring, remembering that she was supposed to be here with Richard. The day they arrived in Aydindril they were to already have been wed. She had promised him this big bed. Kahlan remembered the joy in her heart the day they talked about being wed and coming to Aydindril as husband and wife. She felt
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