tg.stone of tears-第27部分

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stricts　that　govern　themselves；　but　are　represented　by　councilors　in　Hartland。
　
　‘Since　my　brother　was　a　councilor；　and　then　First　Councilor；　I　was　around　the　dealings　of　government。　I　saw　the　councilors　ing　from　different　places　to　ask　for　things。　Being　a　guide；　I　was　always　leading　them　to　and　from　Hartland。　I　learned　a　lot　about　it　from　talking　to　them。’
　
　Richard　folded　his　arms。　‘So　what　is　the　Mother　Confessor’s　part　in　it？’
　
　‘Well；　the　Central　Council　rules　the　Midlands　。。。’　She　cleared　her　throat　as　she　looked　down　at　her　hands　in　her　lap。　‘。。。　and　the　Mother　Confessor　rules　the　Central　Council。’
　
　His　arms　came　unfolded。　‘You　mean　to　say　that　you　rule　all　the　kings　and　queens？　All　the　lands？　You　rule　the　Midlands？’
　
　‘Well　。。。　yes；　in　a　way；　I　guess。　You　see；　not　all　the　lands　are　represented　on　the　Central　Council。　Some　are　too　small；　like　Queen　Milena’s　Tamarang；　and　the　Mud　People；　and　a　few　others　are　lands　of　magic；　the　land　of　the　night　wisps；　for　example。　The　Mother　Confessor　is　the　advocate　for　these　lesser　lands。　Left　to　their　own　wishes；　the　council　would　decide　to　carve　up　these　smaller　lands。　And　they　have　the　armies　to　do　it　easily。　Only　the　Mother　Confessor　stands　for　those　who　have　no　voice。
　
　‘The　other　problem　is　that　these　lands　are　often　in　disagreement。　Some　have　been　bitter　adversaries　for　as　long　as　anyone　can　remember。　The　council　is　often　deadlocked　as　rulers　or　their　representatives　each　stubbornly　demands　his　own　way；　to　the　detriment　of　the　greater　interests　of　the　Midlands。　The　Mother　Confessor　has　no　interest　but　the　good　of　the　Midlands。
　
　‘Without　leadership　the　different　lands；　through　the　Central　Council；　would　only　be　interested　in　vying　for　power。　The　Mother　Confessor　counters　these　parochial　interests　with　a　larger　view；　with　direction　and　leadership。
　
　‘Just　as　the　Mother　Confessor　is　the　final　arbiter　of　truth　through　her　magic；　she　is　also　the　final　arbiter　of　power。　The　word　of　the　Mother　Confessor　is　law。’
　
　‘So　it　is　you　who　tells　all　the　kings　and　queens；　all　the　lands；　what　to　do？’
　
　She　took　one　of　his　hands　and　held　it。　‘I；　and　most　of　the　Mother　Confessors　before　me；　let　the　Central　Council　decide　for　themselves　what　they　wish；　how　they　want　the　Midlands　ruled。　But　when　they　fail　to　e　to　agreement；　or　to　a　just　agreement；　it　is　to　the　disadvantage　of　those　not　represented。　Only　then　do　I　step　in　and　tell　them　how　it　shall　be。’
　
　‘And　they　always　do　as　you　say？’
　
　‘Always。’
　
　‘Why？’
　
　She　took　a　deep　breath。　‘Well；　they　know　that　if　they　don’t　bow　to　the　Mother　Confessor’s　leadership；　they　will　be　alone　and　vulnerable　to　any　stronger　neighbor　who　craves　power。　There　would　be　war　until　the　strongest　among　them　crushed　all　the　rest；　as　Darken　Rahl’s　father；　Panis　Rahl；　did　in　D’Hara。　They　know　that　ultimately　it　is　in　their　own　interest　to　have　an　independent　council　leader；　who　sides　with　no　land。’
　
　‘But　it’s　not　in　the　best　interest　of　the　strongest。　Something　other　than　a　good　heart　or　mon　sense　must　keep　the　strongest　of　these　lands　in　line。’
　
　She　nodded　with　a　smile。　‘You　understand　the　games　of　power　well。　You　are　right。　They　know　that　if　they　were　bold　enough　to　allow　their　ambitions　a　free　rein；　I；　or　any　of　the　Confessors；　could　take　their　ruler　with　our　magic。　But　there　is　more。　The　wizards　back　the　Mother　Confessor。’
　
　‘I　thought　wizards　didn’t　want　anything　to　do　with　power。’
　
　‘They　don’t；　exactly。　The　threat　of　their　intervention　makes　it　unnecessary。　Wizards　call　it　the　paradox　of　power：　if　you　have　power；　and　are　ready；　able；　and　willing　to　use　it；　you　don’t　need　to　exercise　your　power。　The　lands　know　that　if　they　don’t　work　together；　and　use　the　impartial　leadership　of　the　Mother　Confessor；　then　the　wizards　are　always　in　the　background；　ready　to　teach　the　disadvantages　of　being　unreasonable　or　greedy。
　
　The　whole　thing　is　a　very　plex；　interwoven　relationship；　but　what　it　all　es　down　to　is　that　I　rule　the　Central　Council；　and　if　I’m　not　there　to　do　so；　the　weak；　the　defenseless；　and　the　peaceful　will　eventually　be　overrun；　and　the　rest　will　be　drawn　into　a　war　until　all　but　the　strongest　are　crushed。’
　
　Richard　sank　back　to　contemplate　this　with　a　slight　frown　on　his　face。　She　watched　the　firelight　play　on　his　features。　She　could　feel　what　he　was　thinking　about：　he　was　remembering　the　way　she　had；　with　only　a　gesture　of　her　hand；　demanded　that　Queen　Milena　fall　to　her　knees；　kiss　the　Mother　Confessor’s　hand；　and　swear　loyalty。　She　wished　she　hadn’t　had　to　show　him　the　power　she　wielded；　and　how　much　she　was　feared；　but　what　she　had　done　had　been　necessary。　Some　deferred　only　to　power。　When　necessary；　a　leader　had　to　show　that　power；　or　be　cut　down。
　
　When　he　looked　up　at　last；　his　face　held　a　serious　cast。　‘There　is　going　to　be　trouble。　The　wizards　are　all　dead；　they　killed　themselves　before　they　sent　you　looking　for　Zedd。　The　threat　backing　the　Mother　Confessor　is　gone。　The　other　Confessors　are　all　dead；　killed　by　Darken　Rahl。　You　are　the　last。　You　have　no　allies。　There　is　no　one　to　take　your　place　if　anything　happens　to　you。　Zedd　told　us　to　meet　him　in　Aydindril；　he　must　know　this　too。
　
　‘From　what　I　have　seen　of　powerful　people；　from　councilors　in　my　homeland；　even　my　own　brother；　to　queens　here；　to　Darken　Rahl；　they　will　view　you　as　a　lone　obstacle　in　their　way。　If　the　Midlands　is　to　be　kept　from　being　torn　apart；　the　Mother　Confessor　must　rule；　and　you　are　going　to　need　help。　You　and　I　both　must　serve　the　truth。　I’m　going　to　help　you。’
　
　A　sly　smile　parted　his　lips。　‘If　those　councilors　were　afraid　to　plot　against　the　Mother　Confessor；　or　give　her　trouble；　because　of　the　wizards；　wait　until　they　meet　the　Seeker。’
　
　Kahlan　touched　her　fingers　to　his　face。　‘You　are　a　rare　person；　Richard　Cypher。　You　are　with　the　most　powerful　person　in　the　Midlands。　Yet　you　make　me　feel　as　if　I　am　riding　your　coattails　to　greatness。’
　
　‘I’m　nothing　more　than　the　one　who　loves　you　with　all　my　heart。　That　is　the　only　greatness　I　wish　to　live　up　to。’　Richard　sighed。　‘It　seemed　a　lot　simpler　when　it　was　just　you　and　me　all　by　ourselves　in　the　woods；　and　I　cooked　you　dinner　on　a　stick　over　an　open　fire。’　He　gave　her　a　sidelong　glance。　‘You　are　still　going　to　let　me　cook　you　dinner；　aren’t　you；　Mother　Confessor？’
　
　‘I　don’t　think　Mistress　Sanderholt　would　like　that。　She　doesn’t　like　anyone　in　her　kitchens。’
　
　‘You　have　a　cook？’
　
　‘Well；　I’ve　never　seen　her　cook　anything；　e　to　think　of　it。　Mostly　she　just　whisks　all　about；　ruling　her　domain　with　a　wooden　spoon　she　wields　like　a　scepter；　tasting　food　and　scolding　cooks；　assistants；　and　scullions。　She　is　the　head　cook。
　
　‘She　frets　something　awful　when　I　e　down　to　the　kitchens　to　cook。　Mistress　Sanderholt　begs　me　to　take　up　another　interest。　She　says　I　scare　her　people。　She　says　they　shake　for　the　rest　of　the　day　whenever　I　e　to　the　kitchens　and　ask　for　pots。　So　I　try　not　to　do　it　too　often。　But　I　do　so　like　to　cook。’
　
　Kahlan　smiled　at　the　memory　of　Mistress　Sanderholt。　It　was　long　months　since　she　had　been　hom