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Faith of the Fallen   ::   Goodkind Terry

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Rich and wanted to be sure that when Jagang finally saw it, he would not mistake who it was.

In the teeming city of Altur'Rang, peace had returned, along with freedom. Life had returned. People had begun to open new businesses. In a matter of weeks, there was already a variety of bread available. New enterprises were starting every day. Ishaq was making a fortune hauling goods, but already had competitors vying for the business. Nabbi had gone to work for him. Ishaq had begged Richard to come work for him when he was strong enough. Richard had only laughed.

Faval, the charcoal maker, had beseeched Ishaq to ask Richard to come to visit and have dinner with him and his family. Faval had bought a cart, and his sons now delivered charcoal.

Richard leaned with his forearms on the railing at the edge of the pier and gazed down over the edge, to the swirling water below, as if trying to divine what the future held.

The piers out into the river and the walkway atop them, along with the plaza, were about all that remained of the palace. Richard had seen to it that the spellforms were removed from the tops of the columns around the grounds, and had Priska melt them down.

Richard had regained most of his strength. Kahlan was strong, and as beautiful as he remembered her. She had changed, though. Her face had grown more mature in the year they had been apart. When he gazed at her, he hungered for a piece of marble and his chisels so he could carve her face in stone.

Flesh in stone.

He turned and looked back along the pier, toward the plaza, with its semicircle of columns behind it. The fallen column had been restored. The plaza had been renamed "Liberty Square," Victor's idea. Richard asked if it shouldn't be called "Liberty Circle," since it was round, and not square.

Victor thought it sounded better as Liberty Square, so Richard called it Liberty Square. After all, the first man to declare himself free, there, had been Victor.

Kahlan gazed with him back toward the plaza.

"What do you think?" Richard asked her.

She shook her head, looking at best a little uneasy. "I don't know, Richard. It just seems so strange to see it so. . big. So. . white."

"You don't like it?"

She quickly put a hand on his arm to dispel the notion. "No, it isn't that, it's just that it's so. ." her uncertain gaze returned down the pier-"big."

The center of the plaza, where the statue Richard had carved had briefly stood, now held a towering marble statue being worked on by a number of stone carvers who used to work at the site carving misery and death.

Kamil was down there, learning the craft of stone carving from masters. His education started with a broom.

Richard had hired the carvers. With the fortune he had made helping the Order build its palace, he could easily afford it. The carvers were glad for such work-to exchange value for value.

The expert carvers were working on scaling up the small statue of Spirit, which Richard had carved for Kahlan, way back in their mountain home when she needed to witness vitality, courage, and indomitable spirit. It emerged anew in the best white Cavatura marble.

The bronze ring of the sundial had survived intact, and was being added to the piece. The statue rising in the center would cast its shadow on the curved dial plane. The words so many had touched that day would be there for all to see, now.

Kahlan had been enthusiastic about the concept, but had spent so many months with the carving Richard had done, that it was disorienting for her to see it on such a massive scale. She was eager for the day when the carvers were finished scaling it up and she could have her own statue of Spirit back.

"I hope you don't mind sharing it with the world," he said.

Kahlan smiled wistfully. "No, not at all."

"Everyone loves it," he assured her.

Her wonderful lilting laugh drifted out across the warm afternoon air.

"I'll just have to get used to you showing people my body and soul."

Together, they watched as the carvers working on the flowing robes checked their work with calipers against the statue Richard had carved and the reference points from wooden braces used to scale up the work.

Kahlan rubbed his lower back. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Now that you're with me, I couldn't feel better."

Kahlan laughed, then. "As long as I don't run you through?"

Richard's laugh fell in easily with hers. "You know, when we tell our children how their mother ran their father through with a sword, it's going to look pretty bad for you."

"Are we going to have children, Richard?"

"Yes, we are."

"Then I'll risk the tale."

As the warm breeze ruffled her hair, he kissed her brow.

Glancing along the line of trees, their leaves shimmering in the sunlight, Richard watched birds cavort above the riverbank, sweep into a group, and then soar together up over the semicircle of white marble columns standing in the expanse of green grass.

Kahlan leaned contentedly against his shoulder as they watched men, filled with pride, smiling while they worked on the statue standing before those columns.

In Altur' Rang, there was a new spirit.

In the former heart of the Order beat freedom.

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