tg.wizardfirstrule-第116部分

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what　we　can　do。　We　respect　the　wishes　of　these　people；　there　is　no　law　forcing　them　to　use　our　services。　But　still；　we　would　force　it　on　them　if　we　suspected　there　was　deception　involved。　Most　lands；　though；　do　use　us。　They　find　it　expedient。
　
　〃The　Confessors　were　the　ones　who　first　uncovered　the　plotting　and　subversion　taking　place　on　behalf　of　Darken　Rahl。　Discovering　important　truths；　such　as　this；　is　the　very　reason　wizards　created　Confessors；　and　Seekers；　in　the　first　place。　Darken　Rahl　was　not　happy　we　discovered　his　scheming。
　
　〃In　rare　cases；　someone　who　is　to　be　put…to　death　without　the　use　of　a　Confessor　will　call　for　a　Confessor　to　be　brought　in；　so　that　he　may　give　a　true　confession；　and　thus　prove　his　innocence。　In　all　of　the　Midlands；　this　is　the　right　of　the　condemned。〃
　
　Her　voice　became　softer；　weaker。　〃I　hate　that　the　most。　No　one　who　is　guilty　would　call　for　a　Confessor；　it　would　only　prove　them　to　be　guilty。　Even　before　I　touch　these　men；　I　know　they　are　innocent；　but　I　must　do　it　anyway。　If　you　ever　saw　the　look　in　their　eyes　when　I　touch　them　。　。　。　you　would　understand。　So　when　we　are　called；　and　even　though　these　men　are　innocent；　they　are　left　。　。　。〃
　
　Richard　swallowed。　〃How　many　confessions　have　you　。　。　。　taken。〃
　
　She　shook　her　head　slowly。　〃Too　many　to　count。　I　have　spent　half　my　life　in　prisons　and　dungeons；　with　the　most　vicious　and　loathsome　animals　you　could　imagine；　yet　most　look　to　be　nothing　more　than　a　kindly　shopkeeper；　or　brother；　or　father；　or　neighbor。　After　I　touch　them；　I　have　heard　them　all　tell　me　the　things　they　have　done。　For　a　long　time；　in　the　beginning；　it　gave　me　such　nightmares　I　feared　sleeping。　The　stories　of　the　things　they　had　done　。　。　。　you　can't　even　imagine　。　。　。〃
　
　Richard　tossed　the　stick　aside　and　took　her　hand　in　his；　squeezing　it　tightly。　She　was　starting　to　cry。　〃Kahlan；　you　don't；　have　to　。　。　。
　
　〃I　remember　the　first　man　I　killed。〃　Her　lip　quivered。　〃I　still　have　dreams　about　him。　He　confessed　to　me　the　things　he　had　done　to　his　neighbor's　three　daughters　。　。　。　the　oldest　was　only　five　。　。　。　he　looked　up　at　me　with　wide　eyes　after　he。　told　me　the　most　ghastly　things　you　could　imagine　。　。　。　and　he　said；　‘What　is　your　wish；　my　mistress'　。　。　。　and　without　thinking；　I　said；　‘My　wish　is　for　you　to　die。'　〃　She　wiped　some。　of　the　tears　off　her　cheek　with　trembling　fingers。　〃He　dropped　dead　on　the　spot。〃　〃What　did　the　people　there　say？〃
　
　〃What　would　they　dare　to　say　to　a　Confessor　who　has　just　made　a　man　drop　dead　in　front　of　their　eyes　simply　by　her　mand？　They　all　just　backed　up　and　got　out　of　our　way　when　we　left。　It　is　not　something　every　Confessor　can　do。　It　even　scared　my　wizard　speechless。〃
　
　Richard　frowned。　〃Your　wizard？〃
　
　She　nodded　as　she　finished　wiping　the　tears　away。　〃Wizards　see　it　as　their　duty　to　protect　us；　as　we　are　universally　feared　and　hated。　Confessors　almost　always　travel　with　the　protection　of　a　wizard。　One　is　。　。　。　well；　one　was；　assigned　to　each　of　us　when　we　were　called　to　take　a　confession。　Rahl　managed　to　separate　us　from　our　wizards；　and　now　they　are　dead　too。　Except　Zedd；　and　Giller。〃
　
　Richard　picked　up　the　rabbit。　It　was　getting　cold。　He　cut　off　another　piece　and　handed　it　to　her；　then　tore　off　a　piece　for　himself。　〃Why　would　the　Confessors　be　feared　and　hated？〃
　
　〃The　relatives　and　friends　of　the　man　to　be　executed　hate　us　because　they　often　don't　believe　their　loved　one　would　do　the　things　they　confess　to。　They　would　rather　believe　we　somehow　trick　them　in　to　confessing。〃　She　picked　at　the　meat；　pulling　off　little　pieces　and　chewing。　them　slowly。　〃I　have　found　that　people　do　not　often　want　to　believe　the　truth。　It　is　of　little　value　to　them。　Some　have　tried　to　kill　me。　This　is　one　of　the　reasons　a　wizard　was　always　with　us；　to　protect　us　until　our　power　is　recovered。〃
　
　Richard　swallowed　his　mouthful。　〃That　doesn't　sound　like　enough　reason　to　me。〃
　
　〃It　is　more　than　simply　what　we　do。　This　must　all　sound　very　strange　to　someone　who　has　not　lived　with　it。　The　ways　of　the　Midlands；　of　magic；　must　seem　very　odd　to　you。〃
　
　Odd　was　not　the　right　word；　he　thought。　Frightening　was　more　like　it。
　
　〃Confessors　are　independent；　people　resent　that。　Men　resent　that　none　of　them　can　rule　us；　or　even　tell　us　what　to　do。　Women　resent　that　we　do　not　live　the　kind　of　life　they　do；　that　we　do　not　live　in　the　traditional　role　of　women；　we　do　not　take　care　of　a　man；　or　submit　to　one。　We　are　seen　as　privileged。　Our　hair　is　long；　a　symbol　of　our　authority；　they　are　made　to　keep　their　hair　short；　as　a　sign　of　submission　to　their　man　and　every　other　per…　son　of　higher　status　than　they。　It　may　seem　a　small　matter　to　you；　but　to　our　people；　no　matter　having　to　do　with　power　is　small。　A　woman　who　allows　her　hair　to　grow　beyond　the　length　appropriate　to　her　status　is　forced　to　forfeit　some　of　that　status　in　punishment。　In　the　Midlands；　long　hair　on　a　woman　is　a　sign　of　authority；　bordering　on　defiance。　It　is　a　sign　that　we　have　the　power　to　do　as　we　wish；　and　that　none　may　mand　us；　that　we　are　a　threat　to　all。　Much　as　your　sword　tells　people　the　same　thing。　No　Confessor　would　wear　her　hair　short；　and　that　rankles　people；　that　none　could　dare　make　us　do　so。　It　is　ironic　that　we　are　less　free　than　they；　yet　they　don't　see　that　part　of　it。　We　do　their　distasteful　tasks　for　them；　and　yet　we　are　not　free　to　choose　what　we　will　do　with　our　own　lives。　We　are　prisoners　of　our　power。〃
　
　Kahlan　ate　the　rest　of　the　meat　he　had　given　her　while　he　thought　about　how　ironic　it　also　was　that　the　Confessors　brought　love　to　the　most　hateful　of　criminals；　yet　they　could　not　bring　it　to　ones　with　whom　they　would　choose　closeness。　He　knew　there　was　something　else　she　was　trying　to　explain。
　
　〃I　think　your　long　hair　is　pretty；〃　he　said。　〃I　like　it　the　way　it　is。〃
　
　Kahlan　smiled。　〃Thank　you。〃　She　tossed　the　bones　into　the　fire；　watching　it　for　a　time；　then　looked　down　at　her　hands　as　she　clicked　her　thumbnails　together。　〃And　then　there　is　the　matter　of　choosing　a　mate。〃
　
　Richard　finished　his　piece　of　meat　and　threw　the　bone　in　the　fire。　He　leaned　back　against　the　log；　not　liking　the　sound　of　this。　〃Choosing　a　mate？　What　do　you　mean？〃
　
　She　studied　her　hands　as　if　trying　to　find　refuge　in　them。　〃When　a　Confessor　reaches　the　age　to　be　a　proper　mother；　she　must　choose　a　mate。　A　Confessor　may　choose　any　man　she　wishes；　even　one　already　married。　She　may　roam　the　Midlands；　searching　for　a　proper　father　to　her　daughters；　one　who　is　strong；　and　maybe　one　who　is　handsome　to　her　eyes。　Whatever　she　wants。
　
　〃Men　are　terrified　of　a　Confessor　who　is　looking　for　a　mate；　because　they　don't　want　to　be　chosen；　to　be　touched　by　her。　Women　are　terrified　because　they　don't　want　their　man；　or　their　brother；　or　their　son　to　be　taken。　They　all　know　they　have　no　say　in　the　matter；　any　who　stood　in　the　way　of　a　Confessor's　choosing　would　be　taken　by　her。　People　are　afraid　of　me；　first　because　I　am　the　Mother　Confessor；　and　second　because　I　am　long　past　the　time　I　should　have　chosen　a　mate。〃
　
　Richard　still　clung　tenaciously　to　his　hopes　and　dreams。　〃But　what　if　you　care　about　someone；　and　they　care　for　you？〃
　
　Kahlan　shook　her　head　sadly。　〃Confessors　have　no　friends　but　other　Confessors。　It　is　not　a　problem；　no　one　would　ever　have　feelings　for　a　Confessor。　Every　man　is　afraid　of　us。〃　She　left　unsaid　that　it　was　a　problem　now。　Her　voice　was　choking　up　again。　〃We　are　taught　from　a　young　age　that　the　mate　we　choose　must　be　a　man　of　strength；　so　that　the　children　we　bear　will　be　strong。　But　it　must　not　be　someone　we　care　for；　because　we　would　destroy　him。　That　is　why　nothing　can　e　of　。　。　。　of　us。〃
　
　〃But　。　。　。　why？〃　He　felt　himself　fighting　against　her　words；　her　power。
　
　〃Because　。　。　。〃　She　looked　away；　her　face　unable　to　mask　her　pain；　her　green　eyes　filling　with　tears。　〃Because　in　the　throes　of　passion；　a　Confessor's　hold　on　the　power　would　relax；　and　she　would　release　it　into　him；　even　though　she　didn't　mean　to；　and　then　he　would　no　longer　be　the　person　she　cared　for。　There　is　no　way　for　her　to　prevent　herself　from　doing　it。　None。　He　would　be　hers；　but　not　in　the　same　way。　The　very　one　she　cared　for　would　be　with　her；　but　only　because　of　the　magic；　no　longer　by　his　choice；　and　not　because　he　wanted　to。　He　would　only　be　a　shell；　holding　what　she　had　put　into　him。　No　Confessor　would　want　that　for　a　man　for　whom　she　cared。
　
　〃That　is　why　Confessors；　since　time　long　forgotten；　have　shut　themselves　away　from　men；　for　fear　they　would　grow　to　care　for　one。　Though　we　are　seen　as　heartless；　it　is　not　true；　we　all　fear　what　our　touch　would　do　to　a　man　we　held　dear。　Some　Confessors　choose　men　who　are　disliked；　or　even　hated；　so　as　not　to　destroy　a　kind　heart。　Though　it　is　only　the　choice　of　a　few；　it　is　the　way　they　deal　with　it；　and　is　their　right。　No　other　Confessor　would　criticize　one　who　has　chosen　in　this　manner；　we　all　understand　it。〃　Her　tearful　eyes　looked　at　him；　pleading　for　him　to　understand。
　
　〃But　。　。　。　I　could　。　。　。〃　He　could　think　of　no　defense　for　his　heart
　
　〃I　could　not。　Foe　me；　it　would　be　the　same　as　you　wanting　to　be　with　your　mother；　and　instead　having　Shota；　appe