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and occasionally there was an unseen splash。
〃Any change in Zedd or Chase？〃 he asked。
She seemed reluctant to answer。 〃Zedd's breathing is slower。〃
Richard quickly went and checked。 Zedd seemed hardly alive。 His face had a sunken； ashen look。 He put an ear to the old man's chest and found his heart to be beating normally； but he was breathing slower； and he felt cold and clammy。
〃I think we must be safe from the hounds now。 We had better get going； and see if we can find them some help；〃 he said。
Richard knew she was afraid of the snakes…he was； too； and told her so…but she didn't let it interfere with that they had to do。 She put her trust in what he said； that the snakes wouldn't e near the sword； and crossed the water without hesitation when he told her to go。 They had to traverse the water twice； once with Zedd and Chase； and a second time to retrieve the parts for the litters； as they could only be used on dry land。
They hooked up the poles to the horses； but couldn't use them yet as the tangle of roots on the swamp trail would…cause too jolting a ride。 They would have to wait until they were on a better road； once they were clear of the swamp。
It was midmorning before they reached the better road。 They stopped long enough to lay their two fallen friends in the litters and cover them with blankets and oilcloth。 Richard was pleased to discover that the pole arrangement worked well； it didn't slow them at all； and the mud helped them slide along nicely。 He and Kahlan ate lunch on their horses； passing food back and forth as they rode next to each other。 They stopped only to check on Zedd and Chase； and continued on through the rain
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Before night came they reached Southaven。 The town was little more than a collection of ramshackle buildings and houses fit crookedly in among the oaks and beech； almost as if to turn themselves away from the road； from queries； from righteous eyes。 None looked ever to have seen paint。 Some had tin patches that drummed in the steady rain。 Set in the center of the huddle was a supply store； and next to it a two…story building。 A clumsily carved sign proclaimed it to be an inn； but offered no name。 Yellow lamplight ing from windows downstairs was the only color standing out from the grayness of the day and the building。 Heaps of garbage leaned drunkenly against the side of the building； and the house next door tilted in sympathy with the rubbish pile。
〃Stay close to me；〃 Richard said as they dismounted。 〃The men here are dangerous。〃
Kahlan smiled oddly with one side of her mouth。 〃I'm used to their kind。〃
Richard wondered what that meant； but didn't ask。
Talking trailed off when they went through the door； and all faces turned。 The place was about what Richard expected。 Oil lamps lit a room filled with a fog of pungent pipe smoke。 Tables； all arranged in a haphazard fashion； were rough； some no more than planks on barrels。 There were no chairs； only benches。 To the left a door stood closed； probably leading to the kitchen。 To the right； in the shadows； leading up to the guest rooms； was a stairway minus a handrail。 The floor； with a series of paths through the litter； was mottled with dark stains and spills。
The men were a rough collection of trappers and travelers and trouble。 Many had unkempt beards。 Most were big。 The place smelled of ale and smoke and sweat。
Kahlan stood tall and proud next to him； she was a person not easily intimidated。 Richard reasoned that perhaps she should be。 She stuck out among the riffraff like a gold ring on a beggar。 Her bearing made the room even more of an embarrassment。
When she pushed back the hood of her cloak； grins broke out all around； revealing a collection of crooked and missing teeth。 The hungry looks in the men's eyes didn't fit the smiles。 Richard wished Chase were awake。
With a sinking feeling； he realized there was going to be trouble。
A stout man walked over and halted。 He wore a shirt with no sleeves and an apron what looked like it could never have been white。 The top of his shiny； shaved head reflected the lamplight； and the curly black hair on his thick arms seemed in petition with his beard。 He wiped his hands on a filthy rag before flopping it over a shoulder。
〃Something I can do for you？〃 the man asked in a dry voice。 His tongue rolled a toothpick across his mouth as he waited。
With his own tone and eyes Richard let the man know he would brook no trouble。 〃There a healer in this town？〃
The proprietor shifted his glance to Kahlan and then back to Richard。 〃No。〃
Richard noted the way； unlike the other men； the man kept his eyes where they belonged when he looked at Kahlan。 It told him something important。 〃Then we would like a room。〃 He lowered his voice。 〃We have two friends outside who are hurt。〃
Taking the toothpick out of his mouth； the man folded his arms。 〃I don't need any trouble。〃
〃Nor do I；〃 Richard said with deliberate menace。
The bald man looked Richard up and down； his eyes snagging for an instant on the sword。 With his arms still folded； he appraised Richard's eyes。 〃How many rooms you want？ I'm pretty full。〃
〃One will do fine。〃
In the center of the room a big man stood。 From a mass of long stringy red hair he looked out with mean eyes that were set too close together。 The front of his thick beard was wet with ale。 He wore a wolf hide over one shoulder。 His hand rested on the handle of a long knife。
〃Expensive…looking whore you got there； boy；〃 the red…haired man said。 〃I don't suppose you'd mind if we came up to your room and passed her around some？〃
Richard locked his glare on the man。 He knew this was a challenge that would only be ended with blood。 His eyes didn't move。 His hand did…slowly； toward the sword。 His rage pounded； fully awake even before his fingers reached the hilt。
This was the day he was going to have to kill other men。
A lot of other men。
Richard's grip tightened around the braided wire hilt until his knuckles were white。 Kahlan gave a steady pull on the sleeve of his sword arm。 She spoke his name in a low tone； raising the inflection at the end； the way his mother did when she was warning him to stay out of something。 He stole a glance at her。 She gave a luscious smile to the red…haired man。
〃You men have it all wrong；〃 she said in a throaty voice。 〃You see； this is my day off。 I'm the one who hired him for the night。〃 She smacked Richard on the rear。 Hard。 It surprised him so much he froze。 She licked her top lip as she looked at the red…haired man。 〃But if he doesn't give me my money's worth； well； you will be the first I call to fill the breach。〃 She smile lasciviously。
There was a thick moment of silence。 Richard resisted mightily his need to pull the sword free。 He held his breath as he waited to see which way it was going to go。 Kahlan continued to smile at the men in a way that only made his anger deepen。
Life and death measured each other in the red…haired man's eyes。 No one moved。 Then a grin split his face and he roared with laughter。 Everyone else hooted and hollered and laughed。 The man sat down and the men started talking again； ignoring Richard and Kahlan。 Richard breathed out in a sigh。 The proprietor eased the two of them back a ways。 He gave Kahlan a smile of respect。
〃Thank you； ma'am。 I'm glad your head is faster than your friend's hand。 This place may not seem much to you； but it's mine and you just kept it in one piece for me。〃
〃You are wele；〃 Kahlan said。 〃Do you have a room for us？〃
The proprietor put the toothpick back in the corner of his mouth。 〃There's one； upstairs； at the end of the hall； on the right； that has a bolt on the door。〃
〃We have two friends outside；〃 Richard said。 〃I could use some help getting them up there。〃
The man gave a nod of his head back at the roomful of men。 〃It wouldn't do if that lot saw you were burdened with injured panions。 You two go up to the room； just like they expect。 My son's in the kitchen。 We'll bring your friends up the back stairs； so no one will see。〃 Richard didn't like the idea。 〃Have a little faith； my friend；〃 the other said in a low voice； 〃or you may be bringing harm to your friends。 By the way； my name's Bill。〃
Richard looked at Kahlan； her face was unreadable。 He looked back to the proprietor。 The man was tough； hardened； but didn't appear to be devious。 Still； it was his friends' lives at stake。 He tried to keep his voice from sounding as threatening as he felt。
〃All right； Bill； we will do as you ask。〃
Bill gave a small smile and a nod as he rolled the toothpick across his mouth。
Richard and Kahlan went up to the room and waited。 The ceiling was lower than was fortable。 The wall next to the single bed was covered with years of spit。 In the opposite corner were a three…legged table and short bench。 A single oil lamp sat glowing weakly on the table。 The windowless room was otherwise bare； and had a naked feel to it。 It smelled rank。 Richard paced while Kahlan sat on the bed； watching him； looking slightly unfortable。 Finally； he strode over to h