Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [158]
“If you were one of us, they would know you had our interests in your heart. They would call a council of seers to help you.”
“And if they called the council, would they be able to tell me where the object I seek is located?”
“I cannot answer that. Sometimes the spirits will not answer our questions, sometimes they do not know the answers to our questions. There is no guarantee that we could help you, even if we held a gathering. All I could promise is that we would try our best.”
Richard looked down at the ground, thinking. With his finger, he pushed some dirt into one of the puddles where the rain dripped.
“Kahlan,” he asked quietly, “do you know of anyone else who would have the power to tell us where to look for the box?”
Kahlan had been giving this consideration all day. “I do. But of all the ones I know of, I do not know of any who would be any more eager to help us than the Mud People are. Some would kill us just for asking.”
“Well, of the ones who wouldn’t kill us just for asking, how far away are they?”
“Three weeks, at least, north, through very dangerous country controlled by Rahl.”
“Three weeks,” Richard said out loud with a heavy tone of disappointment.
“But Richard, the Bird Man is able to promise us precious little. If you could find a way to help them, if it pleases the elders, if they ask the Bird Man to name you one of the Mud People, if the council of seers can get an answer, if the spirits even know the answer… if, if, if. Many opportunities for a wrong step.”
“Was it not you who told me I would have to win them over?” he asked with a smile.
“It was.”
“So, what do you think? Do you think we should stay and try to convince them to help, or we should go to find the answers elsewhere?”
She shook her head slowly. “I think you are the Seeker, and you will have to decide.”
He smiled again. “I could use your advice.”
She hooked some hair behind her ear. “I don’t know what advice to give, Richard, and my life, too, depends upon you making the right choice. I have faith that you will decide wisely.”
“Will you hate me,” he grinned, “if I make the wrong choice?”
She looked into his gray eyes, eyes that could see into her, eyes that made her weak with longing. “Even if you choose wrong, and it costs me my life,” she whispered, swallowing back the lump in her throat, “I could never hate you.”
He looked away from her, back down at the dirt awhile, then once again up to the Bird Man. “Do your people like having roofs that leak?”
The Bird Man raised an eyebrow. “Would you like it if water dripped on your face when you were asleep?”
Smiling, Richard shook his head. “Then why don’t you make roofs that don’t leak?”
The Bird Man shrugged. “Because it cannot be done. We have no materials at hand to use. Clay bricks are too heavy and would fall down. Wood is too scarce; it must be carried long distances. Grass is all we have, and it leaks.”
Richard took one of the pottery bowls and turned it upside down under one of the drips. “You have clay from which you make pottery.”
“Our ovens are small, we could not make a pot that big, and besides, it would crack, then it too would leak. It cannot be done.”
“It is a mistake to say something cannot be done simply because you don’t know how to do it. I would not be here otherwise.” He said this gently, without malice. “Your people are strong, and wise. I would be honored if the Bird Man would allow me to teach his people how to make roofs that do not leak, and also let the smoke out at the same time.”
The Bird Man considered this without showing any emotion. “If you could do this, it would be a great benefit to my people, and they would give you many thanks. But I can make no promises beyond that.
Richard shrugged. “None asked for.”
“The answer may still be no. You must accept that, if that is the answer, and bring no harm to my people.”
“I will do my best for your people, and hope only that they judge me fairly.”
“Then you are free to try, but I cannot see how you will make a roof of clay that will not crack and leak.”
“I will make