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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
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Kahlan found herself unable to summon the courage to speak, much less argue; to do so right then would be to ask him to disregard his judgment at a cost he believed would be a sea of blood. But doing as he saw they must would cast her people helpless into the jaws of death.
Kahlan, her vision turning to a watery blur, looked away.
"Cara," Richard said, "get the horses hitched to the carnage. I'm going to scout a circle to make sure we don't have any surprises."
"I will scout while you hitch the horses. I am your guard."
"You're my friend, too. I know this land better than you. Hitch the horses and don't give me any trouble about it."
Cara rolled her eyes and huffed, but marched off to do his bidding.
The room rang with silence. Richard's shadow slipped off the blanket.
When Kahlan whispered her love to him, he paused and looked back. His shoulders seemed to betray the weight he carried.
"I wish I could, but I can't make people understand freedom. I'm sorry."
From somewhere inside, Kahlan found a smile for him. "Maybe it isn't so hard." She gestured toward the bird he had carved in the wall. "Just show them that, and they will understand what freedom really means: to soar on your own wings."
Richard smiled, she thought gratefully, before he vanished through the doorway.
CHAPTER 3
All the troubling thoughts tumbling through her mind kept Kahlan from falling back to sleep. She tried not to think about Richard's vision of the future. As exhausted as she was by pain, his words were too troubling to contemplate, and besides, there was nothing she could do about it right then. But she was determined to help him get over the loss of Anderith and focus on stopping the Imperial Order.
It was more difficult to shake her thoughts about the men who had been outside, men Richard had grown up with. The haunting memory of their angry threats echoed in her mind. She knew that ordinary men who had never before acted violently, could, in the right circumstances, be incited to great brutality. With the way they viewed mankind as sinful, wretched, and evil, it was only a small step more to actually doing evil. After all, any evil they might do, they had already rationalized as being predestined by what they viewed as man's inescapable nature.
It was unnerving to contemplate an attack by such men when she could do nothing but lie there waiting to be killed.
Kahlan found herself unable to summon the courage to speak, much less argue; to do so right then would be to ask him to disregard his judgment at a cost he believed would be a sea of blood. But doing as he saw they must would cast her people helpless into the jaws of death.
Kahlan, her vision turning to a watery blur, looked away.
"Cara," Richard said, "get the horses hitched to the carnage. I'm going to scout a circle to make sure we don't have any surprises."
"I will scout while you hitch the horses. I am your guard."
"You're my friend, too. I know this land better than you. Hitch the horses and don't give me any trouble about it."
Cara rolled her eyes and huffed, but marched off to do his bidding.
The room rang with silence. Richard's shadow slipped off the blanket.
When Kahlan whispered her love to him, he paused and looked back. His shoulders seemed to betray the weight he carried.
"I wish I could, but I can't make people understand freedom. I'm sorry."
From somewhere inside, Kahlan found a smile for him. "Maybe it isn't so hard." She gestured toward the bird he had carved in the wall. "Just show them that, and they will understand what freedom really means: to soar on your own wings."
Richard smiled, she thought gratefully, before he vanished through the doorway.
CHAPTER 3
All the troubling thoughts tumbling through her mind kept Kahlan from falling back to sleep. She tried not to think about Richard's vision of the future. As exhausted as she was by pain, his words were too troubling to contemplate, and besides, there was nothing she could do about it right then. But she was determined to help him get over the loss of Anderith and focus on stopping the Imperial Order.
It was more difficult to shake her thoughts about the men who had been outside, men Richard had grown up with. The haunting memory of their angry threats echoed in her mind. She knew that ordinary men who had never before acted violently, could, in the right circumstances, be incited to great brutality. With the way they viewed mankind as sinful, wretched, and evil, it was only a small step more to actually doing evil. After all, any evil they might do, they had already rationalized as being predestined by what they viewed as man's inescapable nature.
It was unnerving to contemplate an attack by such men when she could do nothing but lie there waiting to be killed.