Zedd's Fears
Embrace the one in red…
It was the only condition of Shota's prophecy that worried Zedd more than what she'd said about Richard giving the Stone of Tears to the Keeper.
This woman, this Mord'Sith—
Of course, Zedd realized that if Richard had taken on the title and responsibilities of Lord Rahl, she would have been one of many sworn to serve him.
But this was worse—somehow more intimate. The easy camaraderie between them as they set up camp, the Mord'Sith's sharp tongue neither hurting nor offending Richard—the way Kahlan's eyes followed every move the Mord'Sith made, every casual touch, every breath.
There would be trouble soon. Zedd could feel it coming, and wondered if this was what Shota had meant.
Confessors and Mord'Sith were not meant to mix, and if Richard wasn't careful—
But the boy had always been headstrong. He believed anyone could be saved.
It was his greatest strength—but might it yet prove his greatest weakness?