tg.stone of tears-第16节

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　she　had　thought　to　tie　back　her　hair。　She　clung　to　Richard　for　dear　life；　pressing　the　side　of　her　face　against　his　back　as　she　squeezed　her　eyes　tightly　shut。
　
　It　was　happening　again　…　the　thick　feeling　of　growing　heavy　that　made　the　knot　in　the　pit　of　her　stomach　sink　lower　of　its　own　accord。　She　thought　she　might　be　sick。　She　was　afraid　to　open　her　eyes；　she　knew　what　always　happened　when　she　felt　heavy　like　this。　Richard　called　back　for　her　to　look。
　
　She　opened　her　eyes　just　a　little；　peeking　through　narrow；　squinting　slits。　As　she　suspected；　the　world　was　tilted　at　a　crazy　angle。　Her　head　spun　sickeningly。　Why　did　the　dragon　have　to　tip　over　whenever　it　made　a　turn？　She　could　feel　herself　being　pressed　against　the　red　scales。　She　couldn’t　understand　why　she　wasn’t　falling　off。
　
　Richard　had　told　her　he　had　figured　out　that　it　was　just　like　when　you　swung　a　bucket　of　water　around　over　your　head　and　the　water　didn’t　fall　out。　She　had　never　swung　a　bucket　of　water　over　her　head　and　wasn’t　entirely　sure　he　was　telling　the　truth　about　the　water　not　falling　out。　She　looked　longingly　at　the　ground　and　saw　what　Richard　was　pointing　at　…　the　Mud　People’s　village。
　
　Siddin　squealed　with　glee　from　his　place　in　Richard’s　lap　as　Scarlet’s　huge；　leathery　wings　caught　the　air　and　pulled　them　into　a　tight　spiral。　As　the　red　dragon　plummeted　earthward；　the　knot　of　Kahlan’s　stomach　felt　as　if　it　were　ing　up　in　her　throat。　She　didn’t　understand　how　they　could　like　doing　this。　They　enjoyed　it。　They　actually　enjoyed　it！　Arms　stuck　up　in　the　air；　they　were　both　laughing　with　delight；　acting　like　little　boys。　Well；　one　was　a　little　boy；　and　she　guessed　he　had　a　right。
　
　She　suddenly　smiled　and　then　laughed　herself。　Not　at　flying　on　a　dragon；　but　at　seeing　how　happy　Richard　was。　She　would　fly　on　a　dragon　every　day　just　to　see　him　laughing　and　happy。　She　stretched　up　and　kissed　the　back　of　his　neck。　He　brought　his　hands　down　and　rubbed　one　on　each　of　her　legs　She　clasped　them　tighter　around　him　and　forgot　a　little　about　feeling　sick。
　
　Richard　called　forward　for　Scarlet　to　land　in　the　open　field　in　the　center　of　the　village。　The　sun　was　almost　down；　making　the　tan；　plastered；　mud…bricked　buildings　in　the　circle　of　the　village　stand　out　brightly　in　the　slanting　light。　Kahlan　could　smell　the　sweet　smoke　from　the　cooking　fires。　The　long　shadows　trailed　the　people　running　for　cover。　Women　ran　from　the　cooking　shelters　and　men　from　their　weapons　making；　all　shouting　and　calling　out。
　
　She　hoped　they　wouldn’t　be　too　frightened。　The　last　time　Scarlet　had　e　here　she　had　carried　Darken　Rahl；　and　when　he　didn’t　find　Richard　he　had　killed　people。　These　people　didn’t　know　Rahl　had　forced　Scarlet　to　fly　him　around　after　he　had　stolen　her　egg。　Of　course；　even　without　Darken　Rahl　riding　her；　no　one　ever　thought　of　a　red　dragon　as　anything　but　a　deadly　threat。　She　herself　would　have　run　for　her　life　at　seeing　a　red　dragon。　The　red　were　the　most　fearsome　of　all　the　dragons；　and　no　one　would　ever　imagine　doing　anything　with　a　red　dragon　except　trying　to　kill　it；　or　running　for　his　life。
　
　No　one　but　Richard；　that　is。　Who　else　but　Richard　would　think　to　befriend　one？　He　had　risked　his　life　to　get　her　egg　free　from　Rahl’s　control　so　she　would　help　him；　and　in　the　process　had　made　a　friend　for　life；　although　Scarlet　still　professed　her　intent　to　eat　him　someday。　Kahlan　suspected　it　was　some　private　joke　between　the　two；　as　Richard　laughed　whenever　she　said　it。　At　least　Kahlan　hoped　it　was　only　a　joke　…　she　wasn’t　entirely　sure。　Kahlan　looked　down　at　the　village　and　hoped　the　hunters　didn’t　start　shooting　poison　arrows　before　they　saw　who　was　riding　the　red　dragon。
　
　Siddin　suddenly　recognized　his　home。　He　pointed　excitedly；　and　jabbered　to　Richard　in　the　Mud　People’s　language。　Richard　couldn’t　understand　a　word　of　it　but　smiled　and　nodded　and　ruffled　Siddin’s　hair。　They　both　gripped　the　spikes　on　Scarlet’s　back　as　she　pulled　out　of　the　steep　descent。　Dust　swept　up　around　them；　lifted　by　the　fluttering　of　Scarlet’s　huge　wings　as　she　settled　on　the　ground。
　
　Richard　grabbed　hold　of　Siddin　and　sat　the　little　boy　up　on　his　broad　shoulders；　then　stood　up　on　Scarlet’s　back。　The　stiff；　cold　breeze　carried　the　dust　away　to　reveal　a　ragged　ring　of　hunters；　their　bows　drawn；　poison　arrows　pointing　up　at　the　three　of　them。　Kahlan　held　her　breath。
　
　Grinning；　Siddin　waved　both　hands　over　his　head；　as　Richard　had　told　him　to。　Scarlet　held　her　head　down　so　the　Mud　People　could　get　a　clear　view　of　who　was　riding　her。　The　hunters；　astonished；　cautiously　lowered　their　bows。　Kahlan　exhaled　when　she　saw　the　tension　e　off　the　bowstrings。
　
　A　figure　in　buckskin　pants　and　tunic　stepped　through　the　ring　of　hunters。　Long　silver　hair　hung　down；　spreading　over　his　shoulders。　It　was　the　Bird　Man；　his　sun…browned　face　a　picture　of　shock。
　
　‘It’s　me；　Richard！　I　have　returned！　With　your　help；　we　have　defeated　Darken　Rahl。　And；　we　have　brought　Savidlin　and　Weselan’s　son　back。’
　
　The　Bird　Man　looked　to　Kahlan　as　she　translated。　A　beaming　grin　spread　on　his　face。　‘We　wele　you　both　back　to　your　people　with　open　arms。’
　
　Women　and　children　were　gathering　among　the　ring　of　hunters；　their　dark；　mud…slicked　hair　framing　amazed　faces。　Scarlet　lowered　her　bulky　body　to　the　ground　and　Richard　slid　off　her　shoulder；　landing　on　his　boots　with　a　thump。　He　held　Siddin　in　one　arm　as　he　reached　up　with　the　other　and　helped　Kahlan　down。　She　was　quietly　joyful　to　have　her　feet　on　the　earth　again。
　
　Weselan　pushed　through　the　throng；　running　to　them；　Savidlin　right　at　her　heels。　She　wailed　her　son’s　name。　Siddin　held　his　arms　out　gleefully　and　practically　leapt　into　her　arms。　Weselan　alternated　between　crying　and　laughing　as　she　tried　to　hug　her　son　and　Richard　and　Kahlan　all　at　once。　Savidlin　rubbed　his　boy’s　back　and　looked　to　her　and　Richard　with　wet　eyes。
　
　‘He　was　brave　as　any　hunter；’　Kahlan　told　him。
　
　He　gave　a　single；　firm；　pride…filled　nod。　He　appraised　her　for　a　moment　and　then　stepped　closer；　giving　her　a　gentle　slap。　‘Strength　to　Confessor　Kahlan。’
　
　Kahlan　returned　the　slap　and　greeting；　and　then　he　threw　his　arms　around　her　and　squeezed　nearly　all　the　breath　out　of　her。　When　finished　with　hugging　her；　he　straightened　his　elder’s　coyote　hide　on　his　shoulders　and　looked　up　at　Richard。　He　shook　his　head　in　wonderment。　And　then　he　gave　Richard　a　powerfully　hard　whack　across　the　jaw；　a　demonstration　of　his　heartfelt　respect　for　Richard’s　strength。
　
　‘Strength　to　Richard　With　The　Temper。’
　
　Kahlan　wished　he　hadn’t　done　that。　She　could　tell　by　Richard’s　eyes　that　he　had　a　headache。　He　had　had　it　since　yesterday；　and　she　had　hoped　it　would　be　better　after　a　good　sleep　the　night　before　in　Scarlet’s　cave。　Siddin　had　played　with　the　little　red　dragon　until　he　was　dead　tired；　and　then　had　cuddled　between　them　and　gone　to　sleep。
　
　Having　not　slept　for　days；　she　thought　she　would　have　no　trouble　sleeping；　but　she　found　she　didn’t　want　to　stop　looking　at　Richard。　She　had　finally　put　her　head　on　his　shoulder；　held　his　hand　in　both　of　hers；　and　fallen　asleep　smiling。　They　had　all　needed　the　rest。　Bad　dreams　had　caused　Richard　to　jerk　awake　several　times　in　a　cold　sweat；　and　even　though　he　had　said　nothing；　she　could　see　in　his　eyes　that　he　still　had　the　headache。　Richard　didn’t　let　it　bother　him；　though；　and　returned　Savidlin’s　slap　in　kind。
　
　‘Strength　to　Savidlin。　My　friend。’
　
　Properly　greeted；　souls　protected；　Savidlin　let　his　grins　and　backslaps　fly。　After　they　had　exchanged　greetings　with　the　Bird　Man；　Richard　addressed　the　crowd。
　
　‘This　brave　and　noble　dragon；　Scarlet；’　he　called　out　in　a　voice　for　all　to　hear；　even　though　they　couldn’t　understand　the　words；　‘has　helped　me　kill　Darken　Rahl　and　avenge　our　murdered　people。　She　has　brought　us　here　so　Siddin　could　be　returned　before　his　parents　could　fear　for　him　another　night。　She　is　my　friend；　a　friend　to　the　Mud　People。’
　
　Everyone　was　dumbfounded　as　Kahlan　translated。　The　hunters；　at　least；　puffed　up　at　hearing　that　an　enemy　of　the　Mud　People　had　been　killed　by　one　of　their　own　…　even　if　he　was　one　of　their　own　by　proclamation　and　not　by　birth。　The　Mud　People　honored　strength；　and　to　them　killing　one　who　harmed　their　people　meant　strength。
　
　Scarlet’s　head　swung　down；　her　ears　twitching。　One　yellow　eye　frowned　at　Richard。　‘Friend！　Red　dragons　are　friends　to　no　people！　We　are　feared　by　all！’
　
　‘You’re　my　friend。’　Richard　smiled。　‘I’m　a　person。’
　
　Scarlet　snorted　a　puff　of　smoke　at　him。　‘Paah。　I　will　eat　you　yet。’
　
　Richard’s　grin　widened。　He　pointed　at　the　Bird　Man。　‘You　see　this　man？　He　gave　me　the　whistle　that　I　used　to　save　your　egg。　If　not　for　that　whistle；　the　gars　might　have　eaten　your　little　one。’　He　stroked　a　hand　on　the　bright　red　snout。　‘And　a　wonderful　little　one　it　is。’
　
　Scarlet　tilted　her　head；　blinking　a　big　yellow　eye　at　the　Bird　Man。　‘I　guess　he　would　make　a　meager　snack。’　She　peered　back　at　Richard；　a　chuckle　rumbling　in　her　throat。　‘The　whole　of　the　village　wouldn’t　make　a　decent　meal。　More　trouble　than　it　would　be　worth。’　She　br