"As the arrow was still flying toward Chandalen, two of his men, who had arrows nocked, drew their bows. The first one shot a ten-step arrow at Richard before his own arrow even reached Chandalen."
Kahlan was incredulous. "He shot at Richard, and missed? Chandalen's men don't miss."
Savidlin's voice was low, and trembled slightly. "He would not have missed. But Richard spun, pulling his last arrow from his quiver, a bladed arrow, and shot. I have never seen anyone do such a thing so fast." He hesitated, as if he didn't think she would believe him. "Richard's bladed arrow met the other in the air and split it in half. Each half went to one side of Richard."
Kahlan halted Savidlin with a hand on his arm. "Richard hit the other arrow while it was in the air?"
He nodded slowly. "And then the other man shot. Richard had no more arrows. He stood, his bow in one hand, and waited. It too was a ten-step arrow. I could hear it ripping the air."
Savidlin looked around, as if not wanting anyone else to hear. "Richard snatched it right out of the air with his hand. He had his fist around its middle. He put the man's arrow in his own bow and drew it on Chandalen's men. He was yelling at them. We couldn't understand his words, but they dropped their bows on the ground and put their arms out to the sides, to show him their empty hands. We all thought Richard With The Temper had become crazy. We thought he might kill us all. We were all very afraid.
"Then Prindin called out. He had found the man behind Chandalen. We all saw then, that Richard had killed a trespasser who was armed with a spear. We realized Richard had been trying to kill the invader, not Chandalen. Chandalen, though, was not so certain. He thought Richard cut him with his arrow on purpose. Chandalen became even angrier when his men all went and gave Richard slaps of respect."
Kahlan stared at him. She couldn't believe the things she was hearing. Most of it sounded impossible. "Richard wanted me to tell you he was sorry he ruined your arrows. What was he talking about?"
"Do you know what a shaft shot is?"
Kahlan nodded. "It's when you shoot an arrow through another already in the center of the target, and split the shaft of the first. The home guard in Aydindril gave ribbons for doing it. I have seen a few men with a half dozen ribbons. I knew one with ten."
Savidlin reached around and pulled a fat bundle from his quiver. Every arrow was split. "It would be easier to give Richard With The Temper a ribbon if he ever missed. He would have no ribbons. He ruined over a hundred arrows today. Arrows take time to make. They are not to be wasted, but the men kept wanting him to do it again, because they had never seen anything like it before. One time, he put six arrows through the first, one right on top of the other.
"We shot rabbits, and cooked them over a fire. Richard sat with us, and then when we started eating, he wouldn't eat with us. He looked sick, and went off and shot arrows by himself until we were finished. Later, after we ate, is when he killed the man."
She nodded. "We better hurry and get Nissel." She glanced over as they walked along. "Savidlin, why did those men have that head? How can they be so gruesome."
"Did you see that there was black painted over the eyes of the dead man? That was to hide him from our spirits, so he could sneak up on us. A man who comes onto our land with black over his eyes comes for only one reason: to kill. Chandalen's men put the heads of men like that on poles at the edge of our land to warn others who would paint black on their eyes.
"It may seem gruesome to you, but in the end it makes for much less killing. Do not think less of Chandalen's men for taking a head. They do it today not because they like it, but so there will be less killing tomorrow."
Kahlan suddenly felt foolish. "I guess that, just as Chandalen, I am guilty of judging too quickly. Forgive me, elder Savidlin, for thinking things about your people that were wrong."
He gave her a one arm hug around her shoulders.
When they came back with the healer, they found Richard huddled in a corner, his fingers intertwined over his head. His skin was white, cold, and wet. Nissel gave him something to drink. After a few minutes, she gave him a small cube of something to swallow. Richard smiled when he saw it. He must have known what it was. Nissel sat on the floor next to him and felt his pulse for a long time. When a little of his color came back, she made him put his head back and open his mouth. She twisted a clove of something over his mouth, dripping the juice in. He made a face. Nissel smiled at that without comment.
She turned to Kahlan. "I think these things will help him. Tell him to keep chewing the leaves. Come get me if he needs me."
"Nissel, is he going to get better soon? Shouldn't he be getting better?"
The stooped old woman glanced down at Richard. "Spirit has a mind of its own. It doesn't always listen. I think his does not want to listen." She suddenly brightened at seeing the stricken look on Kahlan's face. "Don't worry, child. I can make even the spirit listen."
Kahlan nodded. Nissel gave her a warm smile and a pat on the arm before she went on her way.
Richard looked up at Kahlan and Savidlin. "Did you tell him? Did you tell him I'm sorry about ruining all his arrows?"
Kahlan smiled a little to Savidlin. "He is worried about ruining so many arrows."
Savidlin grunted. "It is my own fault. I made your bow too good." Richard managed a laugh. "Weselan is off making bread. I must go see to some things. Rest well. We will be back when it is time to eat. We will eat together. It smells like my wife has made some good stew."
*****
After Savidlin left, Kahlan sat on the floor, tight against him.
"Richard, what happened today? Savidlin told me how you shot arrows today. You haven't always been that good have you?"
He wiped sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. "No. I've split arrows before, but not more than a half dozen in one day."
"You've shot that many in one day before?"
He nodded. "On a good day, when I can feel the target. But today was different."
"How?"
"Well, we went out on the plain, and my head was really starting to hurt. The men set up targets of bundled grass. I didn't think I would even be able to hit a target, because my head hurt so much. But I didn't want to disappoint Savidlin, so I tried anyway. When I shoot, I call the target to me."
"What do you mean, you call the target to you?"
Richard shrugged. "I don't know. I used to think everyone did it when they shot. But Zedd told me they don't. I look at the target, and just sort of pull it to me. When I'm doing it right, it blocks out everything else. It's only me and the target, as if it comes closer. Somehow, I know exactly how the arrow must be held to hit the target. When I'm doing it right, I can feel that the arrow is in the right place before I release the bowstring.
"When I learned that I always hit the target when I had that certain feeling, I quit shooting arrows. I would just aim, trying to bring on the correct feel. I knew when I had it I wouldn't miss, so I didn't bother shooting. I would nock another arrow and try for the feel again. Over time, I learned to do it more often."
"How was it different today."
"Well, like I said, my head really hurt. I watched some of the other men shoot. They were very good. Savidlin started slapping me on the back, so I knew it was my turn. I figured I might as well get it over. My head felt as if it was going to split open. I drew the bow, and called the target to me."
Richard ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know how to explain it. I called the target, and instantly, my headache was gone. No pain at all. The target came to me as it never had before. It felt like there was a notch in the air where I needed only to lay the arrow. I have never felt it so strongly before. It was as if the target was huge, right in front of me. I knew it would be impossible for me to miss. I was right.
"After a while, just for variation, instead of splitting the arrows already there, I would just shave off the red, outside feather. When I did that, the men thought I had missed splitting the arrow already there. They had n
o idea I was doing something more difficult."
"And your headache was completely gone?" He nodded. "Do you have any idea why all this was happening?"
Richard pulled his knees up and rested his forearms on them. He looked away from her face. "I'm afraid I do. It was magic."
"Magic?" Kahlan whispered. "What do you mean?"
His eyes came back to her. "Kahlan, I don't know what your magic feels like inside you, but I have felt magic. Every time I draw the Sword of Truth, magic flows into me, becomes part of me. I know what that magic feels like. I've felt it often enough, and in different ways, depending on how I use it. But because I have joined with the sword, I can sense the the magic from it, even as it sits in its scabbard on my hip. Now I can call forth its magic without even having to draw the sword. I can sense it, like a dog at my heel, ready to jump for me.
"Today, when I drew the bow and called the target, I also called something else: magic.
"When Zedd touched me before, to heal me, and when you touched me when you were in the Con Dar, I felt the magic. This was something like that. I knew it was magic. It felt different from yours and Zedd's, but I recognized the texture of magic. I could feel the life of it, like a second breath. Alive." Richard put a fist in the center of his chest. "I could feel it coming from inside me, building until I released it to call the target."
Kahlan recognized in herself the feelings he was describing. "Maybe it has something to do with the sword."
He shook his head. "I don't know. I suppose it could be. But I couldn't control it. After a while, it simply went away, like a candle blown out in the wind. It felt like suddenly being in darkness, as if I was suddenly blind. And the headache came back.
"I couldn't hit the target, and I couldn't call it to me, so I just let the others shoot. The magic would come and go. I could never tell when it was going to happen. Then when the men started eating meat, I felt sick, and had to go away from them. I shot while they ate, and sometimes I could summon the magic and the headache would go away."
"What about when you caught the arrow out of the air?"
He gave her a sidelong glance. "Savidlin told you about that, did he?" She nodded. Richard let out a deep breath. "That was the strangest of all. I don't know how to explain it. Somehow, I made the air thicker."
She leaned closer, studying his face. "Made the air thicker?"
He nodded again. "I knew I had to slow the arrow down, and the only thing I could think of was that if the air was thick, like it was those times with the sword, when the air got thick and stopped the sword, then maybe I had a chance. Otherwise, I was going to die. It just all came into my head at once, the idea, and the doing. Instantly.
"I have no clue as to what I did. I just had the thought and I saw my hand snatch the arrow out of the air."