Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [268]
Richard waited until Zedd had swallowed down half the stew on his plate, and finally allowed himself a pause before asking, “So, how did you get along with Adie? Did she take good care of you?”
Zedd looked up at him, blinking. Even in the firelight, Richard could have sworn Zedd’s face reddened. “Adie? Well we…” He looked to Kahlan’s puzzled face. “Well, we… we got along… fine.” He scowled at Richard. “What kind of question is that to ask?”
Richard and Kahlan glanced at each other. “I didn’t mean anything by it,” he said. “It’s just that I couldn’t help noticing that Adie is a handsome woman. And interesting. I just meant I thought you would find her interesting.” Richard smiled a small smile to himself.
Zedd put his face back to his plate. “She’s a fine woman.” He rolled something around his plate with the end of his fork. “What is this? I’ve eaten three, and I still don’t know what it is.”
“Tava root,” Kahlan said. “Don’t you like it?”
Zedd grunted. “Didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just wanted to know what it was, that’s all.” He looked up from his plate. “Adie told me she gave you a night stone. That’s how I found you, by the night stone.” He shook his fork at Richard. “I hope you are being careful with that thing. Don’t take it out unless there is great need. Exceptionally great need. Night stones are extremely dangerous. Adie should have warned you. And I told her so!” He stabbed a tava root with his fork. “It would be best to be rid of it.”
Richard pushed at a piece of meat. “We know.”
Richard’s mind was awash with questions he wanted to ask; he didn’t know where to start. Zedd beat him to it, asking first.
“Have you two been doing as I said? Have you been staying out of trouble? What have you been doing?”
“Well,” Richard said, taking a deep breath, “we spent a good deal of time with the Mud People.”
“The Mud People?” Zedd mulled this over. “Good,” he proclaimed at last, holding a forkful of meat in the air. “You can’t get in much trouble with the Mud People.” He took the meat off the fork with his teeth and dipped it back in his plate for more stew and a bite of dried biscuit. He spoke and chewed at the same time. “So, you two had a nice stay with the Mud People.” He noticed that they weren’t saying anything, and his eyes went from one to the other. “You can’t get in much trouble with the Mud People.” It sounded like an order.
Richard glanced over at Kahlan. She dipped her biscuit in the stew. “I killed one of the elders,” she said, putting the biscuit in her mouth without looking up.
Zedd dropped his fork, then caught it in midair just before it hit the ground. “What!”
“It was self-defense,” Richard protested to her. “He was trying to kill you.”
“What?” Zedd stood with his plate, then sat back down. “Bags! Why would an elder dare to try to kill a…” He snapped his mouth shut, with a glance to Richard.
“Confessor,” Richard finished for him. His mood withered.
Zedd looked from one bowed head to the other. “So. You finally told him.”
Kahlan nodded. “A few days ago.”
“Just a few days ago.” Zedd grunted an acknowledgment, then ate more stew in silence, eyeing them suspiciously from time to time. “Why would an elder dare to try to kill a Confessor?”
“Well,” Richard said, “that was when we found out what a night stone could do. Just before they named us as Mud People.”
“They named you Mud People? Why?” Zedd’s eyes widened. “You took a wife!”
“Well… no.” Richard pulled the leather thong out of his shirt and showed Zedd the Bird Man’s whistle. “They settled for giving me this.”
Zedd gave a cursory glance to the whistle. “Why would they agree to you not… And why would they name you Mud People?”
“Because we asked them. We had to. It was the only way to get them to call a gathering for us.”
“What! They called a gathering for you?”
“Yes. That was just before Darken Rahl came.”
“What!” Zedd yelled again, jumping to his feet. “Darken Rahl was there!