2 - Stone of Tears

by Goodkind, Terry

  Kahlan knew fine cloth when she saw it. Weselan would have had to make many bowls for this cloth. 'I wouldn't feel right using it, Weselan. You worked hard for this. It is yours.'

  Weselan held up the corners of the blue fabric, giving it a critical appraisal. 'Nonsense. You two come here and teach our people how to make roofs that don't leak. You save Siddin from those shadow things, and in the process rid us of an old fool and make it so Savidlin can be one of the six elders. He has never been so happy. When Siddin is carried off, you find him and bring him back to us. You destroy the man who would have enslaved us. You two are guardians to our people. What is a piece of cloth?

  'I will be proud the Mother Confessor of all the Midlands is wedded in a dress I make. Me, just a simple woman. For you, my friend, from all those faraway places, with all those grand things that I cannot even imagine. You would not be taking something from me. You would be giving me something.'

  Kahlan's eyes filled with tears. Her lower lip trembled. 'You can't know the joy you have given me, Weselan. To be a Confessor is to be feared. My whole life, people have feared and shunned me. No one has ever treated me as just a woman, talked to me as a woman. Only as a Confessor. No one before Richard ever saw me as a person. No woman before you ever welcomed me into her home. No woman has ever let me hold her child.' She wiped away some of the tears. 'It will be the most beautiful dress I have ever worn, the most treasured dress I will ever have. I will wear it, proud that a friend made it for me.'

  Weselan gave her a sidelong look. ' When your man sees you in this dress, he will make you a child of your own.'

  Kahlan laughed and cried and hugged her. She had never dared to dream that all these things could happen in her life, that she could ever be treated as anything but a Confessor.

  Kahlan and Weselan spent the better part of the morning starting the dress. Weselan seemed as excited about making the dress as Kahlan was about wearing it. The seamstresses back in Aydindril had nothing over Weselan with her fine bone needles. They settled on a simple design fashioned something like a kirtle.

  They had a light lunch of tava bread and chicken broth. Weselan said she would work on the dress later, and asked what Kahlan wanted to do in the afternoon. Kahlan said she really would like to cook something.

  Kahlan never ate meat when she was here before on official business because she knew the Mud People ate human flesh, ate their enemies to gain their knowledge. To avoid offending them, she had always used the excuse that she didn't eat meat. The night before, Richard had reacted strangely to eating meat, so Kahlan didn't say anything to change the menu when Weselan suggested a vegetable stew.

  The two of them cut up tava, some other rust-colored roots Kahlan didn't recognize, peppers, beans, some nutty kuru, and then added greens and dried mushrooms into the big iron kettle hanging over the little fire in the corner cooking hearth. Weselan pushed a few sticks of hardwood into the fire as she told Kahlan the men probably wouldn't be back until dark. She suggested they go to the common area with the other women and bake some tava bread in the ovens.

  'I would like that,' Kahlan said.

  'We will talk about the wedding with them. Talk of weddings always makes for good conversation.' She smiled. 'Especially when there are no men around.'

  Kahlan was happy to find that the young women talked to her now. In the past they had always been too shy. The older women wanted to talk about the marriage. The younger women wanted to talk about faraway places. They wanted to know if it was really true that men followed her orders, that they did as she said.

  Their eyes were wide as Kahlan told them about the Central Council and how she protected the interests of peoples like the Mud People from the threat of invasion by more powerful lands so the Mud People and others in small communities could live as they wished. She explained that although she was able to command people, she did so only because she was the servant to all the people. When they asked if she commanded armies of men in battle, Kahlan told them that it wasn't like that; that what she did was try to help the different lands work together so there wouldn't be fighting. They wanted to know how many servants she had and what sorts of fabulous dresses she had. The questions were beginning to make the older women nervous, and to frustrate Kahlan.

  She flopped a ball of dough down on the board, sending up a little cloud of flour. She looked the younger women in the eye.

  'The prettiest dress I will ever have will be the dress Weselan is making me, because she is doing it out of friendship, and not because I commanded her to make it There is no possession to compare to friendship. I would give up everything I have, and live in rags, and grub for roots, just to have one friend.'

  That seemed to quiet the young girls, and settle the older women. The chatter drifted back to the subject of the wedding, and Kahlan was happy to let it. She tried to keep out of it, to let the older women lead the talk.

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  Near the end of the afternoon, Kahlan saw a commotion across the field. She saw a taller figure, Richard, taking long strides toward Savidlin and Weselan's home. Even from a distance, she could tell he was angry. A throng of hunters followed in his wake, trotting at times to keep pace.

  Kahlan wiped her flour-covered hands on a cloth. She threw the cloth on a table as she stepped off the plank floor of the shelter and jogged the distance to the men. She caught them as they went down a wide passageway.

  Pushing through the hunters, she finally caught up with Richard just before he reached Savidlin's doorway. Chan-dalen was right at his heels, along with Savidlin. Chandalen had blood down his shoulder, with some kind of mud pack over a wound on top. He looked to be in a mood to chew rocks.

  She grabbed Richard's sleeve. He spun around with a hot expression that cooled a little when he saw it was her. He removed his hand from the hilt of the sword.

  'Richard, what's wrong?'

  He glared around at the men, mostly Chandalen, then settled his gaze back on her. 'I need you to translate. We had a little ... "adventure" ... this afternoon. I haven't been able to make them understand what happened.'

  'I want to know how he could dare to try to kill me!' Chandalen was saying over Richard's words.

  'What's he talking about? He wants to know why you tried to kill him.'

  'Kill him! I saved his fool life. Don't ask me why! I should have let him get killed! The next time I will!' He ran his fingers through his hair. 'My head is killing me.'

  Chandalen pointed angrily at the wound on the top of his shoulder. 'You did this deliberately! I saw how you shoot! It could not have been an accident!'

  Richard threw his hands in the air. 'Idiot!' he said to the sky. He lowered his glare to Chandalen's fierce eyes. 'Yes, you saw me shoot! Do you have any doubt that if I wanted to kill you, you would not be breathing right now! Of course I did it deliberately! It was the only way to save you!' He reached over her shoulder, putting his hand close to Chandalen's face, holding his first finger and thumb half an inch apart. This is all the room I had! At the most! If I didn't take it, you would be dead!'

  'What do you mean?' Chandalen demanded.

  Kahlan put a hand on his arm. 'Calm down, Richard. Just tell us what happened.'

  'He couldn't understand me. None of them could. I couldn't explain it to them.' He looked at her in frustration. 'I killed a man today.'

  'What!' she whispered. 'You killed one of Chandalen's men?'

  'No! That's not what they're angry about. They're happy I killed him. I was saving Chandalen's life! But they think ...'

  She collected herself. 'Just calm down. I will explain your words to them.'

  Richard nodded and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. He looked down at the ground as he combed the fingers of both hands through his hair. He looked back up. 'I'm only going to explain this once, Chandalen. If you can't get it through your thick head, then we are going to stand at opposite ends of the village and shoot arrows at each other until we can't argue anymore. And I will only need on
e arrow.'

  Chandalen lifted an eyebrow and folded his muscular arms. 'So explain.'

  Richard took a deep breath. 'You were standing a long way off. For some reason, I knew he was there, behind you. I spun around. All I could see of him ... here, like this.' He grabbed Kahlan by her shoulders and turned her around, facing Chandalen. He held her shoulders and ducked down behind her. 'Like this. I couldn't see any of him but the top of his head. He had his spear ready. In one second more, he would have put it through your back. I had only one chance to keep him from killing you. Only one chance. I couldn't see enough of him; there was nothing else to shoot at from where I was. Only the very top of his head.

  The top of his forehead sloped back. If I hit it too high, the arrow would have deflected off, and he would have killed you. The only way to stop him, to kill him, was to let the arrow nick the top of your shoulder.'

  He held his finger and thumb half an inch apart again. This is all I had. If I put the arrow that much lower, your bone would have deflected the arrow, and he would have had you. If I would have put it that much higher, just enough not to nick you, he would have lived, and you would be dead. I knew Savidlin's bladed arrow could pass through a little of your flesh and allow me to kill him. There was no time for anything else. I had to shoot instantly. I think a dozen stitches is a light price to pay for your life.'

  Chandalen's eyes looked a little less sure. 'How do I know you are telling the truth?'

  Richard shook his head, muttering. He suddenly thought of something. He snatched a cloth sack from one of Chandalen's men. He thrust his hand in the sack and pulled out a head, lifting it by blood-soaked, matted hair.

  Kahlan gasped. She put a hand over her mouth as she turned away. But before she did, she saw an arrow jutting from the center of the forehead, the blade end sticking from the back of the head.

  Richard held the head behind Chandalen's shoulder and laid the feathers of the shaft on his shoulder, next to the wound.

  This is all I saw. If it were not as I say, if he had been standing straighter, and I put the arrow where I did, it would not have touched you.'

  The hunters all started nodding and whispering among themselves. Chandalen looked down at the shaft of the arrow lying on his shoulder. He looked back at the head. He thought about it a minute and then unfolded his arms and took the head, stuffing it back in the sack.

  'I have been stitched before. A few more will not hurt me. I will take your words as true. This time.'

  Richard put his fists on his hips as he watched Chandalen and his men walking away. 'You're welcome,' he called after them.

  Kahlan didn't translate that. 'Why do they have that head?'

  'Don't ask me. It wasn't my idea. And you don't want to know what they did with the rest of him.'

  'Richard, that seems a risky shot to me. How far were you when you shot that arrow?'

  The heat left his voice. 'Not risky at all, believe me. And I was at least a hundred paces.'

  'You can shoot an arrow that accurately at a hundred paces?'

  He sighed. 'I'm afraid I could have done it at twice that distance. Three times that distance.' He looked down at the blood on his hands. 'I have to go wash this off. Kahlan, in about two minutes my head is going to explode. I have to sit down. Could you please go get Nissel? Yelling at that idiot was the only thing keeping me on my feet.'

  She put a hand on his arm. 'Of course. Go on inside, I'll go get her.'

  'I think Savidlin is angry with me too. Please tell him that I'm sorry I ruined so many of his arrows.'

  She frowned as Richard went inside, closing the door. Savidlin looked as if he was about to speak to her. She took him by the arm.

  'Richard needs Nissel. Come with me, and tell me what happened.'

  Savidlin cast a glance over his shoulder at the door to his home as they hurried away. 'Richard With The Temper seems to be living up to his name.'

  'He is upset because he killed a man. It is not an easy thing to live with.'

  'He didn't tell you all of the story. There was more to it.'

  'So tell me.'

  He looked over with a grave expression. 'We were shooting. Chandalen was angry, because of the shots Richard was making. He said Richard was a demon and went off and stood in the tall grass by himself. The rest of us were standing off to the other side, watching Richard shoot. The things he was doing did not seem possible. He nocked an arrow. Suddenly, he spun around toward Chandalen. Before we could even shout, Richard shot an arrow at Chandalen as he stood there with his arms folded. He had no weapon in his hand. None of us could believe Richard would do this.

  'As the arrow was still flying toward Chandalen, two of his men, who had arrows nocked, drew their bows. The first one shot a ten-step arrow at Richard before his own arrow even reached Chandalen.'

  Kahlan was incredulous. 'He shot at Richard, and missed? Chandalen's men don't miss.'

  Savidlin's voice was low, and trembled slightly. 'He would not have missed. But Richard spun, pulling his last arrow from his quiver, a bladed arrow, and shot. I have never seen anyone do such a thing so fast.' He hesitated, as if he didn't think she would believe him. 'Richard's bladed arrow met the other in the air and split it in half. Each half went to one side of Richard.'

  Kahlan halted Savidlin with a hand on his arm. 'Richard hit the other arrow while it was in the air?'

  He nodded slowly. 'And then the other man shot. Richard had no more arrows. He stood, his bow in one hand, and waited. It too was a ten-step arrow. I could hear it ripping the air.'

  Savidlin looked around, as if not wanting anyone else to hear. 'Richard snatched it right out of the air with his hand. He had his fist around its middle. He put the man's arrow in his own bow and drew it on Chandalen's men. He was yelling at them. We couldn't understand his words, but they dropped their bows on the ground and put their arms out to the sides, to show him their empty hands. We all thought Richard With The Temper had become crazy. We thought he might kill us all. We were all very afraid.

  'Then Prindin called out. He had found the man behind Chandalen. We all saw then, that Richard had killed a trespasser who was armed with a spear. We realized Richard had been trying to kill the invader, not Chandalen. Chandalen, though, was not so certain. He thought Richard cut him with his arrow on purpose. Chandalen became even angrier when his men all went and gave Richard slaps of respect.'

  Kahlan stared at him. She couldn't believe the things she was hearing. Most of it sounded impossible. 'Richard wanted me to tell you he was sorry he ruined your arrows. What was he talking about?'

  'Do you know what a shaft shot is?'

  Kahlan nodded. 'It's when you shoot an arrow through another already in the center of the target, and split the shaft of the first. The Home Guard in Aydindril gave ribbons for doing it. I have seen a few men with a half dozen ribbons. I knew one with ten.'

  Savidlin reached around and pulled a fat bundle from his quiver. Every arrow was split. 'It would be easier to give Richard With The Temper a ribbon if he ever missed. He would have no ribbons. He ruined over a hundred arrows today. Arrows take time to make. They are not to be wasted, but the men kept wanting him to do it again, because they had never seen anything like it before. One time, he put six arrows through the first, one right on top of the other.

  'We shot rabbits, and cooked them over a fire. Richard sat with us, and then when we started eating, he wouldn't eat with us. He looked sick, and went off and shot arrows by himself until we were finished. Later, after we ate, is when he killed the man.'

  She nodded. 'We better hurry and get Nissel.' She glanced over as they walked along. 'Savidlin, why did those men have that head? How can they be so gruesome?'

  'Did you see that there was black painted over the eyes of the dead man? That was to hide him from our spirits, so he could sneak up on us. A man who comes onto our land with black over his eyes comes for only one reason: to kill. Chandalen's men put the heads of men like that on poles at the edge of our lan
d to warn others who would paint black on their eyes.

  'It may seem gruesome to you, but in the end it makes for much less killing. Do not think less of Chandalen's men for taking a head. They do it today not because they like it, but so there will be less killing tomorrow.'

  Kahlan suddenly felt foolish. 'I guess that, just as Chandalen, I am guilty of judging too quickly. Forgive me, Elder Savidlin, for thinking things about your people that were wrong.'

  He gave her a one-arm hug around her shoulders.

  When they came back with the healer, they found Richard huddled in a corner, his fingers intertwined over his head. His skin was white, cold, and wet. Nissel gave him something to drink. After a few minutes, she gave him a small cube of something to swallow. Richard smiled when he saw it. He must have known what it was. Nissel sat on the floor next to him and felt his pulse for a long time. When a little of his color came back, she made him put his head back and open his mouth. She twisted a clove of something over his mouth, dripping the juice in. He made a face. Nissel smiled at that without comment.