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  　Properly greeted, souls protected, Savidlin let his grins and backslaps fly. After they had exchanged greetings with the Bird Man, Richard addressed the crowd.

  　‘This brave and noble dragon, Scarlet,’ he called out in a voice for all to hear, even though they couldn’t understand the words, ‘has helped me kill Darken Rahl and avenge our murdered people. She has brought us here so Siddin could be returned before his parents could fear for him another night. She is my friend, a friend to the Mud People.’

  　Everyone was dumbfounded as Kahlan translated. The hunters, at least, puffed up at hearing that an enemy of the Mud People had been killed by one of their own - even if he was one of their own by proclamation and not by birth. The Mud People honored strength, and to them killing one who harmed their people meant strength.

  　Scarlet’s head swung down, her ears twitching. One yellow eye frowned at Richard. ‘Friend! Red dragons are friends to no people! We are feared by all!’

  　‘You’re my friend.’ Richard 【创建和谐家园】iled. ‘I’m a person.’

  　Scarlet snorted a puff of 【创建和谐家园】oke at him. ‘Paah. I will eat you yet.’

  　Richard’s grin widened. He pointed at the Bird Man. ‘You see this man? He gave me the whistle that I used to save your egg. If not for that whistle, the gars might have eaten your little one.’ He stroked a hand on the bright red snout. ‘And a wonderful little one it is.’

  　Scarlet tilted her head, blinking a big yellow eye at the Bird Man. ‘I guess he would make a meager snack.’ She peered back at Richard, a chuckle rumbling in her throat. ‘The whole of the village wouldn’t make a decent meal. More trouble than it would be worth.’ She brought her head closer to him. ‘If they are your friends, Richard Cypher, they are my friends, too.’

  　‘And Scarlet, this one is called the Bird Man because he loves creatures that fly.’

  　Scarlet’s scaly eyebrows lifted. ‘Really?’ She swung her head close to the Bird Man, inspecting him anew. The proximity of Scarlet’s big head caused a few close to him to back away a step or two. The Bird Man held his ground. ‘Thank you, Bird Man, for helping Richard. He has saved my young one. The Mud People have nothing to fear from me. On my dragon’s honor.’

  　The Bird Man looked to Kahlan as she translated, 【创建和谐家园】iled to Scarlet, and then turned to his people. ‘As Richard With The Temper says, this noble dragon, Scarlet, is a friend to the Mud People. She may hunt our land, and we will bring no harm to her, nor her to us.’

  　Cheering erupted from the crowd. For a people to have a dragon as a friend was taken as an honor to their strength. Everyone seemed to be shouting with excitement. They waved their arms in the air and stamped around in little dances. Scarlet joined in the merriment by throwing her head back and sending a roaring column of flame skyward. The people cheered louder.

  　Kahlan noticed Richard glancing off to the side. She followed the direction of his gaze to a 【创建和谐家园】all band of hunters standing together. None of them were cheering. She recognized their leader. He was the one who had blamed Richard for bringing trouble to their village - blamed Richard for the deaths of Mud People at the hands of Darken Rahl.

  　As the hooting and hollering went on, Richard motioned Scarlet toward him. When she lowered her head, he put his face right in her ear. She listened to whatever he was saying and then pulled her head back, regarding him with a big yellow eye. She nodded.

  　Richard held out the carved bone whistle hanging from a leather thong at his neck as he turned to the Bird Man. ‘You gave me this as a gift, but told me it would never aid me because I could only call all the birds at once. I think maybe the good spirits wanted it that way. This gift helped me save everyone from Darken Rahl. It helped me save Kahlan. Thank you.’

  　The Bird Man 【创建和谐家园】iled at the translation. Richard whispered in Kahlan’s ear that he would be back in a short time, and then climbed up on Scarlet.

  　‘Honored elder, Scarlet and I would like to give you a 【创建和谐家园】all gift. We would like to take you up in the air, so you may see where your beloved birds fly.’ He extended a hand to the Bird Man.

  　The elder, upon hearing the translation, looked apprehensively at Scarlet. Her vibrant red scales were glossy in the late-afternoon sun, undulating with her breathing. Her tail reached nearly to the mud-brick homes across the field. The dragon unfolded her wings and lazily stretched them. He looked at Richard, who was still offering his hand to him. A little-boy grin lit the elder’s face. It made Kahlan laugh. He clasped Richard’s arm and hoisted himself up.

  　Savidlin strode over and stood by Kahlan as the dragon rose into the air. The people cheered their approval as they watched the dragon lifting their honored elder into the air. Kahlan wasn’t seeing the dragon. She saw only Richard. She could hear the Bird Man laughing as Scarlet carried them up Hid away. She hoped he was still laughing after Scarlet made a turn.

  　Savidlin glanced at her. ‘He is a rare person, Richard With The Temper.’

  　She 【创建和谐家园】iled and nodded. Her gaze went across the way, to the man who wasn’t cheering or happy. ‘Savidlin, who is that man?’

  　‘Chandalen. He blames Richard for Darken Rahl coming here and killing people.’

  　The Wizard’s First Rule came to her mind: People will believe anything. ‘If it wasn’t for Richard, Darken Rahl would rule us all now, the same Darken Rahl who killed those people.’ Savidlin shrugged. ‘Not everyone who has eyes can see. Remember the elder you killed? Toffalar? That was his uncle.’ She nodded absently. ‘ Wait here.’

  　Kahlan walked across the field, pulling the tie from her hair as she went. She was still dazed by the knowledge that Richard loved her and that he couldn’t be harmed by her magic. It was hardly possible to believe she, a Confessor, could ever experience love. It went against everything she had ever been taught. She just wanted to take Richard somewhere alone and kiss him and hug him until they were old.

  　There was no way she was going to allow this man, Chandalen, to bring any harm to Richard. Now that she and the man she loved could somehow, magically, be together, she wasn’t going to allow anything to jeopardize that.

  　The mere thought of anyone harming Richard brought the Blood Rage, the Con Dar, boiling up inside her. She had never known about the Con Dar before, had never known it was part of her magic, until she brought it forth when she thought Richard had been killed. Since then, she felt it within her, just as she always felt the rest of the Confessor’s magic.

  　With his arms folded across his chest, Chandalen watched her come. His hunters stood behind him, leaning on spears planted butt-first in the ground. Apparently, they had just returned from a hunt; their lean bodies were still 【创建和谐家园】eared with sticky mud. They stood easy but alert. Bows were slung over their shoulders and quivers hung at one side of their belts, long knives at the other. There were 【创建和谐家园】ears of blood on some of the men. Grass tied in bands at their upper arms and around their heads helped make them invisible in the surrounding grassland when they chose to be. Kahlan stopped in front of Chandalen, looking into his dark eyes. She slapped him. ‘Strength to Chandalen.’ He pulled his glare from her, arms still folded, turned his head, and spat. His fierce eyes came back to hers. ‘What do you want, Confessor?’

  　The hunters’ mud-streaked faces all took on 【创建和谐家园】all, tight 【创建和谐家园】iles. The Mud People’s land was probably the only place where it was an insult not to be slapped. ‘Richard With The Temper has sacrificed more than you could ever know to save our people from Darken Rahl. Why do you hate him?’

  　‘The two of you have brought trouble to my people. You will bring it again.’

  　‘Our people,’ she corrected. Kahlan unbuttoned the cuff of her shirt and drew the sleeve up to her shoulder. She pushed her arm up in front of his face. ‘Toffalar cut me. This is the scar he left as he tried to kill me. That was before I killed him. Not after. He killed himself by attacking me. I did not go after him.’

  　Without emotion Chandalen’s gaze rose from the scar to her eyes. ‘Uncle never was very good with a knife. Pity.’

  　Kahlan’s jaw clenched rigid. She couldn’t back down now.

  　She kissed the end of her fingers as she held his gaze. Reaching out, she touched the kissed fingers to his cheek where she had slapped him. The hunters broke into angry whispers, yanking their spears from the ground. Chandalen’s face twisted into a hateful glare.

  　This was the worst insult you could give a hunter. He had given a disrespectful slight by not slapping her. It did not admit to having no respect for her strength, only that he didn’t wish to show it if he did. By placing a kiss where she had offered a slap of respect, she had withdrawn her respect for his strength. The touch of the kiss said she had no respect for his strength and considered him no more than a foolish child. She had as much as spat on his honor publicly.

  　While this was a dangerous thing to do, it was more dangerous among the Mud People to show weakness to an enemy. That would be an invitation to be murdered in your sleep. Showing weakness denied you the right to face an adversary in the light. Honor required that strength be challenged openly. Since she had done this to him in the view of others, honor required any challenge from him be the same.

  　‘From now on,’ she said, ‘if you want my respect, you must earn it.’

  　Chandalen’s white-knuckled fist jerked back to his ear, preparing to strike her.

  　Kahlan held her chin out for him. ‘So You have decided to show your respect for my strength?’

  　His glare flicked to something behind her. His hunters flinched and reluctantly thrust the butts of their spears into the ground. Kahlan turned and saw about fifty men with drawn bows. Every arrow was leveled at Chandalen or one of his nine men.

  　‘So,’ Chandalen sneered, ‘you are not so strong. You must ask others to back you.’

  　‘Lower your weapons,’ she called back to the men. ‘No one is to raise a weapon to these men for me. No one. This is between Chandalen and me only.’

  　Reluctantly, all the bows lowered, and the arrows rattled back into quivers.

  　Chandalen folded his arms once more. ‘You are not so strong. You will hide behind the Seeker’s sword, too.’

  　Kahlan slapped her hand onto his forearm and gripped it tightly. Chandalen’s eyes widened a little as he froze. For a Confessor to place her hand on someone in this manner was an overt threat, and he recognized it as such. Defiant or not, he knew better than to move a muscle; he couldn’t move as fast as her thought, and that was all she needed.

  　Her voice was a low hiss. ‘In the last year, I have killed more men than you have falsely boasted to have killed in the whole of your life. If you ever try to harm Richard, I will kill you.’ She leaned closer. ‘If you even dare to express the thought out loud, and it reaches my ears -I will kill you.’

  　She took in the hunters with a deliberate sweep of her gaze. ‘My hand will always be extended to each of you in friendship. If any hand extends to me with a knife, I will kill you as I killed Toffalar. I am the Mother Confessor - don’t think I can’t. Or won’t.’

  　She held the gaze of each hunter in turn until they nodded in acknowledgment. Her hard eyes came at last to Chandalen. Her grip tightened. He swallowed. At last he, too, nodded.

  　‘This is a matter between us I will not speak to the Bird Man of it.’ She took her hand from his arm. In the distance, the dragon roared its return. ‘ We are on the same side, Chandalen. We both fight for the Mud People to live. That part of you, I respect.’

  　She gave him a very 【创建和谐家园】all slap. She offered him no opportunity to return it, or to fail to, and instead turned her back to him. The slap had given him back a 【创建和谐家园】all amount of his respect in the eyes of his men, and would make him look foolish and weak if he chose to press an attack now. It was a 【创建和谐家园】all offering, but it had shown she acted honorably. She would leave it up to his men to decide if he had. Bullying a woman brought no honor.

  　But then, she was no mere woman; she was a Confessor. Kahlan let out a deep breath as she returned to Savidlin and turned to watch the dragon land. Weselan stood next to him, still hugging Siddin tightly. For his part, Siddin didn’t look to want anything else in the world but to be rocked in his mother’s arms. Kahlan gave a mental shudder at the thought of what might have happened to him.

  　Savidlin turned to her and lifted an eyebrow. ‘You would make a good elder, Mother Confessor. You could give lessons in honor, and leadership.’