Temple of the Winds (121 page)

“
It means that it must have been intense pain,”
Kahlan told him. She had taught Chandalen her language, and he did very well, but he still had some to learn.

Chandalen grinned with pride. “Yes, it was very painful. I wept for my mother.”

Cara lifted an eyebrow to Kahlan. “I like him.”

Chandalen looked Cara up and down, taking in the red leather, and the shape of her.

“
You have fine breasts.”

Her Agiel flicked up into her fist.

Kahlan put a restraining hand on Cara’s arm. “The Mud People have different customs,” she whispered. “To them, it means that you look like a healthy, strong woman, able to bear children and raise them to be healthy. To them, this is a strictly proper compliment.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice so that Chandalen couldn’t hear. “Just don’t tell him that you would like to see him with the mud washed out of his hair, or you will be inviting him to give you those children.”

Cara took in all this, considering Kahlan’s words with care. Finally, she turned and, bending over a little, lifted her red leather to expose a nasty scar.

“
This one was very painful, like the one you have.” Chandalen grunted with knowing appreciation. “I had more, on my front, but Lord Rahl made them disappear. It is a shame; some were quite remarkable.”

Richard and Kahlan followed behind Chandalen and Cara as he showed her his weapons, and they discussed the worst place to be wounded. She was impressed with his knowledge.

“
Chandalen,” Kahlan asked, “what’s going on? Why has a banquet been called?”

He looked over his shoulder as if she were deranged.

“
It is a wedding banquet. For your wedding.”

Kahlan and Richard shared a look. “But, how did you know we were coming to be married?”

Chandalen shrugged. “The Bird Man told me.”
 

As they entered the village, they were surrounded by a flood of people. Children swept in around them, touching the wandering Mud People, as they called Richard and Kahlan. People they knew came to give them gentle slaps in greeting.

Savidlin was there, clapping Richard on the back, and his wife, Weselan, was hugging and kissing them both. Their son, Siddin, threw his arms around Kahlan’s leg, jabbering up at them in his language. It felt so good to ruffle his hair again. Richard and Cara didn’t understand any of it; only Chandalen spoke their language.

“
We have come to be married,”
Kahlan told Weselan. “
I brought the beautiful dress you made for me. I hope you remember that I asked you to stand with me.”

Weselan beamed.
“I remember.”

Kahlan saw a man with long silver hair, dressed in buckskin pants and tunic, approaching. She leaned toward Cara. “This is their leader.”

The Bird Man greeted them with the gentle slaps customary in the village proper.

He embraced Kahlan in a fatherly hug.
“The fever is over. Our ancestor’s spirit must have been a help to you.”
Kahlan nodded.
“I am glad you are home. It will be good to wed you and Richard with the Temper. Everything is prepared.”

“
What did he say?” Richard asked.

“
Everything is prepared for our wedding.”

Richard scowled. “It makes me nervous when people know things that we haven’t told them.”

“
Richard with the Temper is upset? He is not happy with our preparations?”

“
No, it’s not that,”
Kahlan said.
“Everything is wonderful. It’s just that we don’t understand how you could know we would be here to be married. We’re puzzled. We didn’t know ourselves until just a couple of days ago.”

The Bird Man pointed to one of the open pole structures shaded under a grass roof.
“That man over there told us.”

“
Really,” Richard said, after Kahlan translated, his scowl growing. “Well, I think it’s about time we go see this man who seems to know more about us than we do.”

As they turned away, Kahlan caught the Bird Man scratching a cheek to screen a smile.

They had to work at making their way through the throng. The entire village was out in the open area, celebrating. Musicians and dancers entranced children and adults alike. People paused to talk to Richard and Kahlan as they passed. Young people, especially young girls, who were always painfully shy in the past, now boldly offered congratulations. It was as festive an event as Kahlan had ever seen.

At various open pole structures where food was being prepared, people, beguiled by the different aromas, crowded around to sample the fare. A contingent of young women carried bowls and platters, and passed around food.

Kahlan saw special women at one of the cook fires preparing a singular offering served only at gatherings. No one congregated to sample it. This dish was presented only by those women, according to strick protocol, and by invitation only.

Cara didn’t like how close people crowded in around her charges, but she did her best to remain tolerant while at the same time watchful and prepared to react. She wasn’t gripping her Agiel, but Kahlan knew that it was never more than a flick away.

Young women were carrying platters of the more traditional food to and from the pole building where the Bird Man had pointed them. Richard, holding Kahlan by the hand, pushed his way through the crowd around the platform.

They finally made it to the head of the crowd, at the platform. Richard and Kahlan froze in shock.

“
Zedd—” Richard whispered.

Reposing in his splendid violet and black robes, the regal effect somewhat diminished by the way his wavy white hair stuck out in its typical disarray, was Richard’s grandfather. The rawboned old wizard glanced up from the platform as young women offered him platters of food to sample. A squat woman in a dark dress and cloak sat cross-legged beside him.

“
Zedd!” Richard bounded onto the platform.

Zedd smiled and waved. “Oh, there you are, my boy.”

“
You’re alive! I knew you were alive!”

“
Well, of course I’m—”

That was all he got out before Richard scooped him up, squeezing so hard that Zedd lost his wind with a whoosh.

Zedd’s fists beat on Richard’s shoulders. “Richard!” he squeaked. “Bags, Richard! You’re going to crush me! Leave go!”

Richard set him down only to have Kahlan rush to embrace him. “Richard kept saying you were alive, but I didn’t believe him.”

The woman rose up. “Good to see you, Richard.”

“
Ann? You’re alive too!”

She smiled. “No thanks to your fool grandfather.” Her knowing eyes turned to Kahlan. “And this could be none other than the Mother Confessor herself.”

Richard hugged her before the introductions. Zedd took a bite of a rice cake while he watched.

Richard brought Cara forward. She spoke before he had a chance. “I am Lord Rahl’s bodyguard.”

Richard looked to her eyes. “This is Cara, and she is more than a guard. She is our friend. Cara, this is my grandfather, Zedd, and Annalina Aldurren, Prelate of the Sisters of the Light.”

“
Retired Prelate,” Ann said. “Pleased to meet a friend of Richard.”

Richard turned back to Zedd. “I can’t believe you’re here. This is the best surprise we could possibly have. But what’s this about you knowing we were coming to get married?”

Zedd spoke with his mouth full. “Read it. Read all about it.”

“
Read it? Where?”

“
In the Jocopo Treasure.”

Kahlan leaned in. “There’s writing on all that gold?”

Zedd waved the rice cake. “No, no, not the gold—the Jocopo Treasure. The prophecies. All those scrolls. They were the Jocopo Treasure. We burned them to keep them out of the hands of the Imperial Order. I read a few, before I destroyed them. That’s where I read the prophecy about you two being married. Ann figured out the day. She’s quite knowledgeable about prophecy.”

“
Well, it wasn’t a difficult prophecy,” Ann said. “None of them were. That was why they were so dangerous, if Jagang had captured them. He nearly did.”

“
So, you two came to destroy the prophecies?” Richard asked.

“
Yes.” Zedd threw up his hands with a huff. “Oh, but a terrible time of it we’ve had, though.”

“
Yes, just terrible,” Ann confirmed.

Zedd shook a sticklike finger at Richard. “While you’ve been larking about in Aydindril, we’ve had real trouble.”

“
Trouble? What sort of trouble?”

“
Awful trouble,” Ann said.

“
Yes,” Zedd agreed. “We were captured, and held in the most horrid of conditions. It was awful. Simply awful. We barely got away with our lives.”

“
Who captured you?”

“
The Nangtong.”

Kahlan cleared her throat. “The Nangtong? Why would the Nangtong capture you?”

Zedd tugged his robes straight. “They were going to sacrifice us. Human sacrifices, we almost were. We were in mortal danger the entire time.”

Kahlan squinted skeptically. “The Nangtong are daring to engage in their forbidden rites?”

“
Something about red moons,” Zedd offered. “They feared the worst, and were only trying to protect themselves.”

Kahlan cocked her head. “Nonetheless, I will have to pay them a visit and see to this.”

“
You could have been killed,” Richard said.

“
Piffle. A wizard and a sorceress are smarter than a wandering band of Nangtong. Aren’t we, Ann?”

Ann blinked. “Well—”

“
Well, yes, as Ann says, it was more complicated than that.” Zedd turned away from her. “But it was just awful, I can assure you. And then we were sold into slavery.”

Richard’s brow lifted. “Slavery!”

“
Indeed. To the Si Doak. We were forced to labor as slaves. But the Si Doak didn’t like us, for some reason, something about Ann being unsatisfactory, and they decided to sell us to cannibals.”

Richard’s jaw dropped. “Cannibals?”

Zedd grinned. “Fortunately, the cannibals turned out to be the Mud People. Chandalen was the one they approached. He knew me, of course, from when we were together before, so he played along, and bought us to get us away from our bondage to the Si Doak.”

“
And why couldn’t you get away from the Si Doak?” Kahlan asked. “You’re a wizard. Ann is a sorceress.”

Zedd pointed at his bare wrists. “They put magic wristbands on us. We were helpless.” He looked up. “Quite helpless. It was terrible. We were helpless slaves under the lash.”

“
That sounds dreadful,” Richard said. “Then how did you get the bands off?”

Zedd threw his arms up. “We couldn’t.”

Richard pressed one hand to his forehead and held the other up. “Well, they’re off now.”

Zedd scratched his chin. “Well, now they are. The bands are held on with magic. I—we—were smart enough to know better than to try to use magic. That would have bound them on even harder. We just had to wait, without using magic, until they lost their power. Once we were away from the Si Doak, and were burning the scrolls, they came undone, and fell off.”

“
So, that was your plan all along?”

“
Of course it was!”

Ann nodded. “Trust in the Creator to reveal His plan.”

Zedd shook a finger up at Richard. “Magic is dangerous, Richard. As you will learn, someday, the hardest part of being a wizard is knowing when not to use magic. This was one of those times.

“
We had to find the Jocopo Treasure. With all the currents of trouble about, I knew our best chance would be to do it without magic.” He folded his arms. “And it worked, too, thus proving my point.”

Chandalen stepped forward. “Many soldiers came toward us.” He pointed off toward the southeast. “A large scouting party of men came to get these things that Zedd burned. While he and Ann were burning them, my men and I fought off the enemy.

“
A great battle was fought to the west, against the main force of the enemy. This army of the Order was destroyed.

“
I went and spoke with a man called Reibisch, and he said that one named Nathan had sent him to destroy our enemy.”