Wizard's First Rule

"Oh, nonsense. Rachel, I have a little scissors here in my pack, and I'm pretty good at cutting hair. Would you like me to fix your hair for you? At least I could make it straight. If you leave it like that, you might scare a dragon or something."

Rachel giggled again. "Yes, please. I would like to have my hair straight."

"All right then, come over here and sit on my lap and we'll fix it right up."

Rachel got up and walked around the woman, watching her hands, keeping far away, at least as far away as she could inside the wayward pine. Richard picked her up with a big hand on each side of her waist and set her on his lap. He pulled some strands of hair out. "Let's have a look at what we have here."

Rachel kept an eye toward the woman, fearing a slap. He looked over, too. He pointed with the scissors.

"This is Kahlan. She scared me at first, too. She's awfully ugly, isn't she."

"Richard! Where did you learn to speak to children like this!"

He smiled. "Picked it up from a boundary warden I know."

Rachel giggled at him; she couldn't help it. "I don't think she's ugly, I think she's the prettiest lady I ever saw." That was the truth. But Kahlan's long hair scared her something fierce.

"Well, thank you, Rachel, and you are very pretty, too. Are you hungry?"

Rachel wasn't ever supposed to tell anyone with long hair, any lord or lady, that she was hungry. Princess Violet said it was improper, and punished her one time for telling someone she was hungry when she was asked. She looked at up Richard's face. He smiled, but still she was too afraid to tell Kahlan she was hungry

Kahlan patted her arm. "I bet you are. We caught some fish, and if you let us share your fire, we would share some fish with you. What do you say?" She smiled real pretty.

Rachel looked up at Richard again. He gave her a wink,then sighed. "I'm afraid I caught more than we can eat. If you don't help us, we'll just have to throw some out."

"All right then. If you're just going to throw them out, I'll help you eat them."

Kahlan started taking off her pack. "Where are your parents?"

Rachel told the truth because she couldn't think of anything else to say. "Dead."

Richard's hands stopped working, then started again. Kahlan got a look like she was sad, but Rachel didn't know if it was real or not. She gave her a squeeze on her arm with a soft hand "I'm sorry, Rachel." Rachel didn't feel too sad; she didn't remember her parents, only the place she lived with the other children.

Richard snipped at her hair while Kahlan took out a pan and started to fry the fish. Richard was right, there were a lot of fish. Kahlan put some kind of spices on them while they cooked, as Rachel had seen cooks doing. It smelled so good, and her stomach was making noises. Little pieces of hair were falling down around her. She smiled to herself at how mad Princess Violet would be if she knew Rachel's hair was cut straight. Richard snipped off one of the longer curls, and tied a thin little vine around one end of it. He put it in her hand. She frowned up at him.

"You're supposed to keep that. Then someday if you like a boy, you can give him a lock of your hair, and he can keep it in his pocket, right next to his heart." He winked at her. "To remember you by."

Rachel giggled. "You're the silliest man I ever saw." He laughed. Kahlan smiled while she looked over at him. Rachel stuffed the lock of hair in her pocket. "Are you a lord?"

"Sorry, Rachel, I'm just a woods guide." His face got a little sad then. She was glad he wasn't a lord. He turned and dug a little mirror out of his pack and handed it to her. "Have a look. Tell me what you think."

She held it up, trying to see herself in the mirror. It was the littlest mirror she ever saw, and it took a minute to get it in the right place so she could see herself in the firelight. When she did, her eyes went wide, and she got tears.

She threw her arm around Richard. "Oh, thank you, Richard, thank you. It's the prettiest my hair has ever been." He gave her back a hug that felt as good as any Giller had ever given her. One of his big, warm hands rubbed her back. It was a long hug, too, the longest she had ever got, and she wished it would never end. But it did.

Kahlan shook her head to herself. "You are a very rare person, Richard Cypher," she whispered to him.

Kahlan stuck a big piece of fish on a stick for her, and told her to blow on it until it was cool enough not to burn her mouth. Rachel blew a little, but she was too hungry to blow for long. It was the bestest fish she ever had. It was as good as the piece of meat the cooks had given her that one time.

"Ready for another piece?" Kahlan asked. Rachel nodded. Then she pulled a knife from her belt. "Should we all have a slice of your bread with the fish?" She started to reach for it.

Rachel dove for the loaf of bead, snatching it away just before Kahlan got her hand on it. Rachel hugged it to her with both arms. "No!" She pushed with her heels, scooting back, away from Kahlan.