“I do not know,” she answered in a low voice. “Maybe it’s their way of greeting the Seeker. I have never seen them do this before.”

The men rose to their feet, all smiles. Toffalar held his hand up and motioned over their heads to the women.

“Please,” Toffalar said to the two of them, “sit with us. We are honored to have you both among us.”

Pulling Richard down with her, Kahlan sat cross-legged on the wet wooden floor. The elders waited until they were seated before seating themselves, paying no attention to the fact that Richard kept his hand near his sword. Women came with woven trays stacked high with loaves of round, flat tava bread and other food, offering them first to Toffalar and then the other elders, as they kept their eyes and smiles on Richard. They chatted softly among themselves about how big Richard With The Temper was, and what odd clothes he wore. They mostly ignored Kahlan.

Women in the Midlands tended not to like Confessors. They saw them as a menace who could take their men, and a threat to their lifestyle—women were not supposed to be independent. Kahlan disregarded their cool glances—she was more than used to them.

Toffalar took his bread and tore it into three sections, offering a third to Richard first and then a third to Kahlan. With a smile, another woman offered a bowl of roasted peppers to each. Kahlan and Richard both took one, and following the elder’s example, rolled them in the bread. She noticed just in time that Richard was keeping his right hand near his sword and was about to eat with his left.

“Richard!” she warned in a harsh whisper. “Don’t put food in your mouth with your left hand.”

He froze. “Why?”

“Because they believe that evil spirits eat with their left hand.”

“That’s foolish,” he said, an intolerant tone in his voice.

“Richard, please. They outnumber us. All their weapons are tipped with poison. This is a poor time for theological arguments.”

She could feel his gaze on her as she smiled at the elders. Out of the corner of her eye she saw with relief that he switched the food to his right hand.

“Please forgive our meager offering of food,” Toffalar said. “We will call a banquet for tonight.”

“No!” Kahlan blurted out. “I mean, we do not want to impose upon your people.”

“As you wish,” Toffalar said with a shrug, a little disappointed.

“We are here because the Mud People, among others, are in great danger.”

The elders all nodded and smiled. “Yes,” Surin spoke up. “But now that you have brought Richard With The Temper to us, all is well. We thank you, Confessor Kahlan, we will riot forget what you have done.”

Kahlan looked around at their happy, smiling faces. She didn’t know what to make of this development, and so took a bite of the flat-tasting tava bread with roasted peppers to gain time to think it over.

“What are they saying?” Richard asked before he took a bite himself.

“For some reason, they are glad I brought you here.”

He looked over at her. “Ask them why.”

She gave him a nod, and turned to Toffalar. “Honored elder, I am afraid I must admit that I am without your knowledge of Richard With The Temper.”

He smiled knowingly. “I am sorry, child. I forget you were not here when we called the council of seers. You see, it was dry, our crops were withering, and our people were in danger of starvation. So we called a gathering, to ask the spirits for help. They told us one would come, and bring the rain with him. The rains came, and here is Richard With The Temper, just as they promised.”

“And so you are happy that he is here, because he is an omen?”

“No,” Toffalar said, eyes wide with excitement, “we are happy that one of the spirits of our ancestors has chosen to visit us.” He pointed at Richard. “He is a spirit man.”

Kahlan almost dropped her bread. She sat back in surprise.

“What is it?” Richard asked.

She stared into his eyes. “They had a gathering, to bring rain. The spirits told them someone would come, and bring the rain. Richard, they think you are a spirit of their ancestors. A spirit man.”

He studied her face a moment. “Well, I’m not.”

“They think you are. Richard, they would do anything for a spirit. They will call a council of seers if you ask.”

She didn’t like asking him to do this—she didn’t feel at all right about deceiving the Mud People, but they needed to know where the box was. Richard considered her words.

“No,” he said quietly while holding her gaze.

“Richard, we have an important task to attend to. If they think you are a spirit, and that will help us get the last box, what does it matter?”

“It matters because it’s a lie. I won’t do it.”

“Would you rather have Rahl win?” she asked quietly.

He gave her a cross look. “First of all, I will not do it because it’s wrong to deceive these people about something as important as this. Secondly, these people have a power—that is why we are here. They have proven it to me by the fact that they said one would come with the rains. That part is true. In their excitement, they have jumped to a conclusion that is not. Did they say the one who would come would be a spirit?” She shook her head. “People sometimes believe things simply because they want to.”

“If it works to our advantage, and theirs, what harm is there?”

“The harm is in their power. What if they call the gathering and they see the truth, that I’m not a spirit? Do you think they will be pleased that we lied to them, tricked them? Then we will be dead, and Rahl wins.” She leaned back and took a deep breath. The wizard chooses his Seekers well, she thought.

“Have we aroused the temper of the spirit?” Toffalar asked, a look of concern on his weathered face.

“He wants to know why you are angry,” she said. “What shall I tell him?”

Richard looked at the elders, then to her. “I will tell them. Translate my words.”

Kahlan nodded her agreement.

“The Mud People are wise, and strong,” he began. “That is why I have come here. Your ancestor spirits were right that I would bring the rains.” They all seemed pleased when Kahlan told them his words. Everyone else in the village was stone silent as they listened. “But they have not told you everything. As you know, that is the way of spirits.” The elders nodded their understanding. “They have left it to your wisdom to find the rest of the truth. In this way you remain strong, as your children become strong because you guide them, not because you provide them their every want. It is the hope of every parent that their children will become strong and wise, to think for themselves.”

There were nods, but not as many. “What are you saying, great spirit?” asked Arbrin, one of the elders in the back.

Richard ran his fingers through his hair after Kahlan translated. “I am saying that, yes, I brought the rains, but there is more. Perhaps the spirits saw a greater danger for your people, and that is the more important reason I have come. There is a very dangerous man who would rule your people, make you his slaves. His name is Darken Rahl.”

There were snickers among the elders. “Then he sends fools to be our masters,” Toffalar said.

Richard regarded them angrily. The laughter died out. “It is his way, to lull you into overconfidence. Do not be fooled. He has used his power and his magic to conquer peoples of greater numbers than you. When he chooses, he will crush you. The rains came because he sends clouds to follow me, to know where I am, that he might try to kill me at a time of his choosing. I am not a spirit, I am the Seeker. Just a man. I want to stop Darken Rahl, so that your people, and others, may live their own lives, as they wish.”

Toffalar’s eyes narrowed. “If what you say is true, then the one called Rahl sent the rains, and has saved our people. That is what his missionary tried to teach us, that Rahl would save us.”