The Bird Man laughed, even though he had already heard the story three times by now. Savidlin laughed and slapped Richard’s back. The hunters laughed and slapped their thighs. Richard laughed as he watched them react to Kahlan’s translation.

Kahlan laughed at seeing Richard laugh. “I think we have found an adventure that satisfies them.” She thought about it and frowned. “How did Scarlet land you close enough to the egg without being seen by the gars?”

Richard looked away and was silent a moment. “she landed me on the valley on the other side of the hills around Fire Spring. I went through the cave.”

He didn’t look at her. Kahlan hooked some hair behind an ear. “And was there really a beast in the cave? A Shadrin?”

He let out a deep breath as he looked across the open area. That there was. And more.” As she put her hand on his shoulder, he took it and kissed the back of it, still staring off. “I thought I was going to die there, alone. I thought I would never see you again.” He seemed to shake off the memory and leaned back on an elbow, gazing at her with a lop-sided smile on his face.

The Shadrin left some scars that aren’t healed yet. But I would have to take off my pants to show them to you.”

“Really?” Kahlan gave a throaty laugh. “I think I better have a look… to see if everything is all right.”

As she looked deep into his eyes, she abruptly realized most of the elders were watching them. Suddenly she felt her face warm. She snatched up a rice cake and took a quick bite, relieved to know they couldn’t understand their words. She hoped others couldn’t understand the look in their eyes She chided herself to pay more attention to where she was. Richard sat up again. Kahlan reached over to a small bowl of roasted ribs that looked to be wild boar, and set it down in his lap.

“Here. Have some of these.”

She looked over at a group of the wives. She held up the rice cake and smiled. “These are very good.” They nodded their satisfaction. She looked back to Richard. He was staring down at the bowl of meat. His face was white.

“Take it away,” he whispered.

Kahlan frowned and lifted the bowl from his lap, setting it behind her. She scooted closer to him. “Richard, what’s wrong?”

He was still staring at his lap, as if the bowl were still there. “I don’t know. I looked down at the meat, and then I could smell it. It made me feel sick. It just seemed like a dead animal to me. Like I was about to eat some dead animal lying there in front of me. How could anyone eat some dead animal that was just lying there?”

Kahlan didn’t know what to say. He didn’t look well. “I think I know what you mean. I was sick once and they fed me some cheese. I threw it all back up. They thought it would be good for me, and every day fed me more, and I. would throw it up, until I was well again. That is why, to this day, I don’t like cheese. Maybe it’s something like that, because you have a headache.”

“Maybe,” he said in a weak voice. “I spent a long time at the People’s Palace. They don’t eat meat there. Darken Rahl doesn’t—didn’t—eat meat, so none was served at the palace. Maybe I just got used to not eating meat.”

She rubbed his back as he put his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair. First cheese, and now meat. His eating habits were becoming as peculiar as… a wizard’s.

“Kahlan… I’m sorry, but I need to go somewhere where it’s quiet. My head really hurts.”

She put her hand on his forehead. His skin was cold and clammy. He looked about ready to fall over. Her insides fluttered with worry.

Kahlan squatted in front of the Bird Man. “Richard doesn’t feel well. He needs to go somewhere quiet. Is that all right?”

At first he thought he knew why they wanted to leave. His smile faded when he saw the anxiety on her face. “Take him to the spirit house. It is quiet there. No one will bother him. Get Nissel if you think there be need.” A little of his smile came back. “Maybe he has spent too much time on the dragon. I thank the spirits my gift of flight was short.”

She nodded, unable to manage much of a smile, and said a quick good night to the others. Picking up both their packs, she put a hand under Richard’s arm and helped him to his feet. His eyes were squeezed shut, his eyebrows wrinkled together in pain. The pain seemed to pass a little, and he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and started off with her across the open area.

The shadows were thick among the buildings, but the moon was up, giving them enough light to see their way. The sounds of the feast faded into the background, leaving only the slow scrape of Richard’s boots– scuffing on the dry ground.

He straightened a little. “I think some of it has passed.”

“Do you get headaches often?”

He smiled over to her in the moonlight. “I’m famous for my headaches. My father told me that my mother used to get headaches like the ones I get, where you feel sick to your stomach because your head hurts so much. But this one is different. I’ve never had ones like this before. It’s like something inside my head is trying to get out.” He took his pack from her and hoisted it to his shoulder. “It hurts more than my other headaches.”

They passed from the narrow passageways to the wide space around the spirit house. It sat by itself, moonlight reflecting off the tile roof Richard had helped the Mud People build. Wisps of smoke rose from the chimney.

Around the side, by the door, a row of chickens roosted on a low wall. They watched as she pulled the door open for him, starting a little at the squeak of the hinges, and settled down as the two of them passed inside.

Richard flopped down in front of the fireplace. Kahlan pulled out a blanket and made him lie back, bunching the blanket under his head. He rested the back of his wrist over his eyes as she sat, cross-legged, next to him.

Kahlan felt helpless. “I think I should go get Nissel. Maybe a healer can do something for you.”

He shook his head. “I’ll be all right. I just need to be away from all the noise.” He smiled, his arm still over his eyes. “Have you ever noticed how badly we do at parties? Every time we are at a party something happens.”

Kahlan thought back to every gathering they had been at together. “I think you’re right.” She rubbed a hand on his chest. “I think the only solution is for us to be alone.”

Richard kissed her hand. “I would like that.”

She enfolded his big hand in both of hers, wanting to feel the warmth of him as she watched him rest. It was dead quiet in the spirit house, except for the slow crackling of the fire. She listened to his slow, steady breathing.

After a while, he slid his hand away, and looked up at her. Firelight reflected in his eyes. There was something about his face, his eyes; something her mind was trying to tell her. He looked like someone else she had met, but who? A name whispered in the back of her thoughts, but she couldn’t quite hear it. She stroked his hair back off his forehead. His skin didn’t feel quite so cold.

He sat up. “I just thought of something. I asked the elders for permission to marry you, but I haven’t really asked you.”

Kahlan smiled. “No, you haven’t.”

Suddenly he looked embarrassed and unsure of himself.

His eyes wandered a little. That was really stupid. I’m sorry. That wasn’t the right way to do it. I hope you’re not angry. I guess I’m not very good at this. I’ve never done it before.”

“Me neither.”

“And I guess this isn’t the most romantic place to do it. It should be someplace beautiful.”

“Wherever you are is the most romantic place in the world to me.”

“And I guess I must look pretty silly asking you something like this when I’m lying here with a headache.”

“If you don’t ask me pretty soon, Richard Cypher,” she whispered, “I’m going to choke it out of you.”