"What about the headaches? What if you get them when we are traveling? What if they get worse, and you don't have even Nissel to help?"
"I don't know." He sighed. "But I think we have to try. Otherwise, I don't have a chance."
"Then let's leave right away, before they get worse. Let's not wait for anything else to happen."
He squeezed her shoulders. "Soon. But we have to do something first. Something important."
Kahlan twisted her head around, looking up at him. "What?"
He smiled down at her. "We have to get married," he whispered. "I'm not leaving until I get to see this dress I keep hearing so much about."
She turned and hugged him. "Oh, Richard, it's going to be so beautiful. Weselan smiles the whole time she sews on it. I can't wait for you to see me in it. I know you will love it."
"Of that, my wife to be, I have no doubt."
"Everyone is looking forward to it. A wedding feast among the Mud People is a big party. Dancing, music, actors. The whole village joins in. Weselan said it will take a week or so to prepare everything, once we give the word to start."
He pulled her closer. "Word is given."
She had her eyes closed as she kissed him, but even so, she could tell his headache was back.
"Come on," she said, catching her breath, "Let's shoot some arrows so your head will stop hurting."
They took turns for a while. Kahlan squealed in delight when they went to retrieve their arrows and she found she had put one of hers through one of his.
"Wait until the home guard hears about this! They will turn green, having to give the Mother Confessor a ribbon for making a shaft shot. They may even turn green just seeing me with a bow in my hands!"
Richard laughed as he pulled arrows from the targets. "Well, you'd better keep practicing. They might not believe you, and you may have to prove it to them. I'm not taking the blame for this one with Savidlin." He turned to her suddenly. "What did you say? What did you say, before, last night, about the quad? Rahl sent them with a spell so Zedd couldn't stop them?"
Kahlan was a little surprised at his sudden change of subject. "Yes, his magic wouldn't work against them."
"That's because Zedd has only Additive Magic. That's all any wizard with the gift has: just the Additive. Darken Rahl had the gift for Additive but he had somehow learned to use Subtractive. Zedd had no defense against Subtractive Magic. Neither did you. Wizards created the Confessor's magic, and wizards have only Additive Magic." She nodded with a frown for him to go on. "So then how did you kill them?"
"I went into the Con Dar." She shrugged. "It's part of the Confessor's magic, but I had never before known known how to use it. It was something to do with rage. It means 'Blood Rage'."
"Kahlan, do you realize what you are saying? You had to have used Subtractive Magic. Otherwise, how could you have defeated them? Zedd's magic didn't work, and your regular magic didn't work, because those men were protected from Additive Magic. You must have Subtractive Magic. But if wizards of long ago created your Confessor's magic, how can it have an element of Subtractive to it?"
She stared at him. "I don't know. I never thought about it, but it must be as you say. Maybe when we get to Aydindril, Zedd can explain it."
With a frown, he pulled another arrow from the bundled grass. "Maybe. But why would Confessors have Subtractive Magic?" His frown deepened. "I wonder if that was what you did with the lightning."
Richard with the gift, and her with Subtractive Magic. Two frightening thoughts. She shivered, but not from the cold.
They shot arrows the rest of the afternoon, until the daylight began to dim. Her shoulders and arms were weary from pulling the bowstring. She told him she couldn't shoot another arrow if her life depended on it, and told him to shoot some arrows before they went back, so his headache would be gone for a while. As she watched him, it occurred to her she hadn't tried to distract him while he shot, and he had promised she could try.
Kahlan stepped up close behind him. "Time to see if you are really as good as you think you are."
When he drew back the bowstring, she tickled his ribs. He didn't flinch; he shot the same as before. But he laughed and squirmed after the arrow was away. She kept trying as he shot, but wasn't able to distract him. She became more determined. If tickling wouldn't work, she would just have to try something else.
Kahlan pressed up against his back as he concentrated on aiming, and smoothly unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. She slipped her hand inside and ran it over his chest. His skin was taut over his hard muscles. He felt good. Warm. Strong. Hard.
She unbuttoned more buttons to better extend her reach. She ran the fingers of one hand through the back of his hair as the other roamed across his stomach. Richard kept shooting.
She started to forget about distracting him as she kissed the back of his neck. He giggled and hunched his shoulders after the arrow was away. He nocked another arrow. At last, she had all the buttons undone and was feeling all of the front of his torso, all the way down to his belt. Kahlan pulled the shirt tails out of his pants and ran both hands over his body, one high, one low. It didn't keep him from hitting the target. She couldn't break his concentration. Her breathing quickened.
She decided she was going to win this game. She smiled as she pressed harder against him and reached further.
"Kahlan!" he gasped. "Kahlan... that's not fair!" He still had the bowstring drawn, but his aim was starting to wander. He worked to steady it.
She drew his earlobe gently between her teeth and kissed his ear. "You said you have to be able to shoot no matter what is happening," she whispered as she pushed her hand further.
"Kahlan..." His voice was high and strained. "That isn't fair... that's cheating!"
"No matter what. Those were your exact words. You have to be able to make the shot under pressure." She ran her tongue into his ear. "Is this enough pressure, my love? Can you do it? Can you make the shot?"
"Kahlan..." he panted, "you're cheating..."
She gave a throaty laugh and squeezed. He gasped and released the bowstring. By its flight, she knew that was one arrow they would never find.
"I think you missed," she breathed in his ear.
He twisted around in her arms, dropping his bow. His face was red as he enclosed her in his arms.
He kissed her ear. "Not fair," he whispered, his breath hot. "You cheat." The touch of his lips on her ear made her gasp.
She held on tight as he pulled her hair away and put his warm mouth to her neck. It made her shiver. She hunched her shoulder against his face and half-moaned, half-laughed as the world tilted and she found herself on the ground under him. She managed to get out most of, "I love you," before his lips covered hers and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She couldn't get her breath. She didn't want to.
Just as she was starting to wonder when his hands were going to get even for what she had done, Richard leapt to his feet.
He drew his sword in a rush.
The passion in his eyes had been replaced by rage. Anger from the Sword of Truth flashed in his expression. The ring of steel was carried away by the wind. He stood with his shirt open, his chest exposed and heaving with fury. She pushed herself up on her elbows.
"Richard, what is it?"
"Something is coming. Get behind me. Now!"
Kahlan sprang to her feet, snatched up her bow, and nocked an arrow. "Some thing?"
A ways off, she saw the grass moving, and it wasn't the wind.
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A splotchy gray head bobbed toward them through the long grass. Whatever it was, it wasn't very tall. Kahlan wondered if it could be another screeling. At that thought, she drew her bowstring back until the arrow's point was at her grip on the bow and the string against her cheek. She frantically worried if she could make the shot if it came at them. Although, from what she had seen of a screeling before, an arrow, she realized, would do no good. She wondered if she could call the lightning again.
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p; Richard lifted his arm in front of her. "Wait."
A squat, hairless figure with long arms and big feet, dressed only in pants held up with straps, broke through the grass in front of them. Blinking yellow eyes gazed up at her pointing the arrow between them.
A sharp-toothed grin split its face. "Pretty lady."
It was the witch woman Shota's companion.
"Samuel!" Richard growled. "What are you doing here?"
The beastly creature hissed and reached for the sword. "Mine! Gimme!"
Richard brandished the blade menacingly and Samuel, pouting, snatched his arm back. Richard laid the sword's tip on the gray folds of skin at Samuel's neck. "I asked, what are you doing here?"