not。
Kahlan put a hand on his arm。 He didn’t flinch this time。 ‘I understand； Chandalen。’
‘My grandfather called for a gathering； and was visited by our ancestors’ spirits。 He wept for his wife before the spirits； and asked if the ancestors’ spirits would teach him how to stop the Jocopo。 They told him that first he must stop weeping until after the fighting was done。’
Kahlan took her hand back and absently stroked the fur at her neck。 ‘My father taught me something very much like that。 He said； ‘Don’t shed tears over those already in the ground； until after you have brought vengeance to those who put them there。 There will be time enough； then。’’
Chandalen appraised her approvingly。 Then your father was a wise man。’
Kahlan waited silently until at last he seemed to mentally gather up the memories of the stories； and continued。
The ancestors’ spirits came to my grandfather every night in a gathering。 They taught him what he must do； how to kill。 He taught these men what he had learned。 He taught them how to put mud on themselves； and tie grass to themselves； so not to be seen。 Our men became like the shadows。 The Jocopo could not see them if they stood as close as we do now。
‘My grandfather and his men made war with the Jocopo。 Not war the way the Jocopo made war； but the way the spirits taught。 The Jocopo made war in the day； because they were many； and had no fear of us。 The spirits told grandfather that he must not fight the Jocopo the way they wanted； but must make them fear the night； and the empty grassland； and every call of a bird or frog or bug。
‘For every one of the Mud People； there were five Jocopo。 At first； they were not afraid of us； because of their numbers。 We killed Jocopo when they hunted food； when they tended their crops； when they cared for their animals； when they went for water； when they went to squat； when they slept。 Any Jocopo。 Every Jocopo。 We did not try to fight them； we only killed them。 Until there were no more Jocopo in this world； only in the spirit world。’
She wondered briefly if he meant that they had killed the children； too； but she knew the answer； there were no more Jocopo。 Something else her father had taught her came to mind： If war is brought to you； then it is incumbent upon you to show no mercy。 Surely you will be shown none； and you will be a traitor to your people and as good as their enemy if you let any clemency slip its bounds； for your people will pay for your mistake with their lives。
‘I understand； Chandalen。 Your people did the only thing they could。 Your grandfather did what was necessary to protect his people。 My father also taught me； ‘If war is brought to you； then let there be war like your enemy has never imagined in his most frightening nightmares。 Anything less； and you hand victory to your foe。’’
‘Your father； too； must know the spirits of his ancestors。 He did well to teach you their lessons。’ His voice lowered sympathetically。 ‘But I know they are harsh lessons to live by； and can make you look hard to others。’
‘I know the truth of that。 Your grandfather brought honor to the Mud People； Chandalen。 I’m sure that when it was done； he shed many tears for those of his people who were murdered。’
Chandalen untied the thong at his neck and shrugged back his mantle； letting it drop to the floor。 He wore a heavy buckskin tunic and pants。 At each shoulder； held with a band made of woven prairie cotton around his upper arm； was a bone knife。 The lower end was sharpened to a point； and the knuckle at the other end was covered with the same woven cotton for a better grip。 Black feathers hung from the top。
He tapped one of the bones。 This is of my grandfather。’ He touched the other。 This is of my father。 One day； when I have a strong son； he will wear one of me； and of my father； and the one of my grandfather will be put to rest in the ground。’
When Kahlan had first seen the bone knives； when they had left the Mud People village； she had thought they were ceremonial。 With terrible certainty； she now knew they were not。 They were real weapons： spirit weapons。
‘What are the feathers？’
He stroked the glossy black feathers on the one at his right shoulder。 The Bird Man we had then； when this was made； placed these。’ He touched the ones on his left shoulder。 The Bird Man we have now placed these。 They are raven。’
The raven was a powerful spirit to the Mud People。 Its image invoked death。 While she thought the idea of wearing a knife made from your grandfather and father’s arm bone was gruesome； she knew it was an honor to Chandalen； and so didn’t say anything to insult his beliefs。 ‘It brings me honor； Chandalen； that you would bring the spirits of your ancestors to protect me。’
He didn’t look happy。 The Bird Man says you are Mud People； too； and must be protected； so I wear these。 It is my duty。’
He stroked his grandfather’s bone again。 ‘My grandfather taught my father； and my uncle； Toffalar； the man you killed； to be protectors of our people。’ He touched his father’s bone。 ‘My father taught me。 I will teach my son； when he es； and someday he will carry my spirit with him as he protects our people。
‘Since the time we killed the Jocopo； we have not let many e onto our land。 Our ancestors’ spirits teach us that to invite others to e as they wish is to invite death。 The spirits speak true。 You brought Richard With The Temper to us； and because of him； Darken Rahl came and killed many of our people。’
So it came down to this。 Chandalen was supposed to be a protector of his people； but they had been killed and he hadn’t been able to stop it。 The ancestors’ spirits helped us to save the Mud People； Chandalen； and countless others。 They saw that Richard’s heart was true； that he was risking his life； the same as you； to save others who did not want war。’
‘He stayed in the spirit house while Darken Rahl killed our people。 He did not try to stop him。 He did not fight。 He let our people die。’
‘Do you know why？’ She waited as he stood stone…faced； but when he didn’t reply； she resumed。 The spirits told him that if he went out to fight Darken Rahl； he would be fighting the way Darken Rahl fought； and Richard would die； never to help anyone。 They told him that if he wanted to defeat Darken Rahl and save the rest of the Mud People； he must not fight the way Darken Rahl did； but wait and fight his own way； later； just as the spirits told your grandfather。’
He regarded her skeptically。 This is his story。’
‘I was there； Chandalen。 I heard them say this。 Richard wanted to fight。 He wept with frustration when the spirits told him he must not。 There was nothing that could have been done to stop Rahl just then。 It was not Richard’s fault； nor was it yours。 You could have done nothing to stop it； the same as Richard could have done nothing。 If he had tried； he would be dead； and Darken Rahl would have won。’
He leaned a little closer。 If you had not brought him； it would not have happened。 Darken Rahl would not have e looking for him。’
She drew herself up straight。 ‘Chandalen； do you know what I do？ What my specialty is？’
‘Yes。 Like all Confessors； you make people afraid of you； so you may tell them what to do； and because they are afraid； they will do as you say。’
‘In a way。 I lead the Council of the Midlands。 I represent all the people and protect their rights。 I make it possible for those like the Mud People to live as they wish。’
‘We protect ourselves。’
She gave him a sober nod。 ‘You think so？ For every one of the Mud People； there were five Jocopo。 Your grandfather was brave； and defeated an enemy that outnumbered him。 But for every man； woman； and child of the Mud People； there are over a hundred dead soldiers here； and this is only one city of this land。 They were defeated as if they were nothing。 One hundred fighting men for every Mud Person； and they fought bravely； you said so。 What chance do you think you would have against an army that could defeat this many？ Against an army half that size？’
Chandale