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〃Nissel； what are the leaves for？〃
Nissel turned from studying Kahlan's shirt； which she thought very curious。 〃It will make you relax； so you will not feel what 1 do。 Keep chewing。 Do not worry； child。 You will be so relaxed； you will not care when I stitch。 〃
Kahlan immediately spit out the leaves。 The old woman looked at them on the floor； lifting an eyebrow to Kahlan。
〃Nissel； I am a Confessor。 If 1 am relaxed in a manner like that； 1 might not be able to hold back the power。 When you touch me； I could release it without wanting to。 〃
Nissel frowned with curiosity。 〃But you sleep； child。 You relax then。 〃
〃That is different。 I have slept from birth； before my power grew in me。 If I were to be too relaxed or distracted in a way I do not know； as with your leaves； 1 could touch you without intending it。〃
Nissel gave a crooked nod。 Then her eyebrows came up。 She leaned closer。 〃Then how do you 。 。 。 〃
Kahlan gave a blank expression that said nothing and everything。
A look of sudden understanding came over Nissel's face。 The healer straightened up。 〃Oh。 I see now。 〃
She stroked Kahlan's hair sympathetically； then went to the far corner and came shuffling back with a piece of leather。 〃Put this between your teeth。 〃 She patted Kahlan's good shoulder。 〃If you are ever hurt again； be sure to have them bring you to Nissel。 I will remember； and know what not to do。 Sometimes； when you are a healer； it is more important to know what not to do。 Maybe when you are a Confessor too。 Hmm？〃 Kahlan smiled and gave a nod。 〃Now； child； make teeth marks in this leather for me。〃
When she was finished； Nissel wiped the sweat from Kahlan's face with a cold； wet cloth。 Kahlan was so dizzy and nauseated she couldn't even sit up。 Nissel kept her lying down as she applied the brown paste and wrapped the arm with clean bandages。
〃You should sleep for a while。 I will wake you before the banquet。 〃
Kahlan put her hand on the old woman's arm； and made herself smile。 〃Thank you； Nissel。 〃
She woke to the feel of her hair being brushed。 It had dried while she slept。 Nissel smiled at her。
〃You will find it hard to brush your pretty hair until your arm is better。 Not many have the honor to have hair such as yours。 I thought you would like it brushed for the banquet。 It starts soon。 A handsome young man waits for you outside。 〃
Kahlan sat up。 〃How long has he been out there？〃
〃Almost the whole time。 1 tried to chase him away with a broom。 〃 Nissel frowned。 〃But he would not go。 He is very stubborn。 Yes？〃
〃Yes。〃 Kahlan grinned。
Nissel helped her put on her clean clothes。 Her arm didn't hurt as much as before。 Richard was leaning impatiently against the outside wall and stood up straight when she came out。 He was washed and clean and fresh…looking； the mud all gone； and was dressed in simple buckskin pants and tunic； and of course his sword。 Nissel was right： he did look handsome。
〃How are you doing？ How's the arm？ Are you all right？〃
〃I'm fine。〃 She smiled。 〃Nissel has made me well。〃
Richard kissed the top of the old woman's head。 〃Thank you； Nissel。 I forgive you the broom。〃
Nissel smiled at the translation； leaned closer； and gave him a deep look he found unfortable。
〃Shall 1 give him a potion； 〃 Nissel asked； turning to her； 〃to give him stamina？〃
〃No； 〃 Kahlan said bristling。 〃I am sure he will do just fine。〃
CHAPTER 27
LAUGHTER AND THE SOUND of drums drifted from the center of the village as Richard and Kahlan walked among the huddled； dark buildings。 Black skies held back their rain； and the damp； warm air brought in the smell of the wet grasses that surrounded the village。 Torches lit the platforms of the pole buildings。 and large fires set about the open area snapped and popped； throwing off fluttering shadows。 Kahlan knew it was a lot of work to haul in wood for cooking and kiln fires； and most were kept small。 This was an extravagance the Mud People rarely witnessed。
Wonderful aromas from the cooking fires drifted to her through the night air； but failed to spark her appetite。 Women dressed in their brightest dresses rushed around； with young girls at their sides； tending to errands； seeing to it that all went well。 The men wore their finest skins； ceremonial knives hung at their waists； and their hair was slicked down with sticky mud in traditional fashion。
Cooking went on nonstop as people wandered by； sampling the fare； talking； sharing stories。 Most people； it seemed； were either cooking or eating。 There were children everywhere； playing and running and laughing； overflowing with excitement at the unexpected nighttime； firelit gathering。
Under grass roofs； musicians pounded drums and scraped paddles up and down ripples carved on boldas； long bell…shaped hollow tubes。 The eerie strains； music meant to call ancestors spirits to the banquet； carried far out into the grasslands。 Other musicians sat on the opposite side of the open area； the sound： of the two groups sometimes joining； sometimes separating； calling to one another in haunting and occasionally frantic beats an（ knells。 Men in costume； some dressed as animals； others painted as stylized hunters； jumped and danced； acting out stories o Mud People legends。 Gleeful children surrounded the dancers imitating them and stamping their feet in time with the drumming。 Young couples off in darker areas watched the activities a they nuzzled close together。 Kahlan had never felt so alone。
Savidlin； his freshly cleaned coyote hide around his shoulders found her and Richard； and dragged them off； slapping Richard' back the whole way； to sit with the elders under their shelter。 The Bird Man was dressed in his usual； plain buckskin pants and tunic。 He was important enough not to have to wear anything more。 Weselan was there； as were the wives of the other elders and she came to sit next to Kahlan； taking her hand and asking with sincere concern how her arm was。 Kahlan wasn't used to having people care about her。 It felt good to be one of the Mud People； even if it was only pretense。 Pretense； because she was a Confessor； and as much as she wished it otherwise right now it was not； and no decree could make it so。 She did as she ha（ learned to do at a young age： she put her emotions away； an（ thought about the job that lay ahead； about Darken Rahl and how little time they had left。 And she thought about Dennee。
Richard； resigned to the fact that they would have to wait an other day for the gathering； tried to make the best of it； smiling and nodding at chattered advice he couldn't understand。 People streamed past the elders' shelter in a steady procession； to greet the newest Mud People with gentle slaps。 In all fairness； Kahlan had to admit that they paid as much regard to her as to Richard
Woven trays and pottery bowls filled with various foods la； on the floor in front of where they sat cross…legged； greeting people； some of whom sat with them for a time。 Richard sampled most of the food； remembering to use his right hand。 Kahlan nibbled on a piece of tava bread so as not to appear impolite。
〃This is good；〃 Richard said； taking another rib。 〃I think it's pork。''
〃It is wild boar；〃 she said； watching the dancers。
〃And the venison； it's good too。 Here； have a piece。〃 He tried to hand her a strip。
〃No。 Thank you。〃
〃You all right？〃
〃Fine。 I'm just not hungry。〃
〃You haven't eaten any meat since we've been with the Mud People。〃
〃I'm just not hungry； that's all。〃
He shrugged and ate the venison。
After a time； the crowd of people greeting them thinned out； finally going off to other activities。 From the corner of her eye； she saw the Bird Man raise his hand in a signal to someone in the distance。 Kahlan put a brake to her feelings； and made her face betray nothing of the effort； as her mother had taught her： a Confessor's face。
Four young women； all with shy smiles and short hair slicked down with mud； timidly approached。 Richard greeted them with smiles and nods and gentle slaps； as he had the other people。 They stood；