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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
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He'd been doing it for what seemed' an hour. The stream babbled on without letup.
This was Richard's idea of restful.
"I hate this," she muttered.
"You should be happy-lying about without anything to do."
"And I bet you would be happy to trade places?"
"I am Mord-Sith. For a Mord-Sith, nothing could be worse than to die in bed." Her blue eyes turned to Kahlan's. "Old and toothless," she added. "I didn't mean; that you-"
"I know what you meant."
Cara looked relieved. "Anyway, you couldn't die-that would be too easy.
You never do anything easy."
"I married Richard."
"See what I mean?"
Kahlan smiled.
Cara dunked the cloth in a pail on the floor and wrung it out as she stood. "It` isn't too bad, is it? Just lying there?"
"How would you like to have to have someone push a wooden bowl under yours. bottom every time your bladder was full?"
Cara carefully blotted the damp cloth along Kahlan's neck. "I don't mind doing it for a sister of the Agiel."
The Agiel, the weapon a Mord-Sith always carried, looked like nothing more; than a short, red leather rod hanging on a fine chain from her right wrist. A Mord~. Sith's Agiel was never more than a flick away from her grip.
It somehow functioned: by means of the magic of a Mord-Sith's bond to the Lord Rahl.
Kahlan had once felt the partial touch of an Agiel. In a blinding instant, it could inflict the kind of pain that the entire gang of men had dealt Kahlan. The touch of a, Mord-Sith's Agiel was easily capable of delivering bone-breaking torture, and just as easily, if she desired, death.
Richard had given Kahlan the Agiel that had belonged to Denna, the Mord-Sith who had captured him by order of Darken Rahl. Only Richard had ever come to understand and empathize with the pain an Agiel also gave the Mord-Sith who °' wielded it. Before he was forced to kill Denna in order to escape, she had given. him her Agiel, asking to be remembered as simply Derma, the woman beyond the appellation of Mord-Sith, the woman no one but Richard had ever before seen a understood.
That Kahlan understood, and kept the Agiel as a symbol of that same respect for women whose young lives had been stolen and twisted to nightmare purposes and duties, was deeply meaningful to the other Mord-Sith. Because of that compassion-untainted by pity-and more, Cara had named Kahlan a sister of the Agiel.
He'd been doing it for what seemed' an hour. The stream babbled on without letup.
This was Richard's idea of restful.
"I hate this," she muttered.
"You should be happy-lying about without anything to do."
"And I bet you would be happy to trade places?"
"I am Mord-Sith. For a Mord-Sith, nothing could be worse than to die in bed." Her blue eyes turned to Kahlan's. "Old and toothless," she added. "I didn't mean; that you-"
"I know what you meant."
Cara looked relieved. "Anyway, you couldn't die-that would be too easy.
You never do anything easy."
"I married Richard."
"See what I mean?"
Kahlan smiled.
Cara dunked the cloth in a pail on the floor and wrung it out as she stood. "It` isn't too bad, is it? Just lying there?"
"How would you like to have to have someone push a wooden bowl under yours. bottom every time your bladder was full?"
Cara carefully blotted the damp cloth along Kahlan's neck. "I don't mind doing it for a sister of the Agiel."
The Agiel, the weapon a Mord-Sith always carried, looked like nothing more; than a short, red leather rod hanging on a fine chain from her right wrist. A Mord~. Sith's Agiel was never more than a flick away from her grip.
It somehow functioned: by means of the magic of a Mord-Sith's bond to the Lord Rahl.
Kahlan had once felt the partial touch of an Agiel. In a blinding instant, it could inflict the kind of pain that the entire gang of men had dealt Kahlan. The touch of a, Mord-Sith's Agiel was easily capable of delivering bone-breaking torture, and just as easily, if she desired, death.
Richard had given Kahlan the Agiel that had belonged to Denna, the Mord-Sith who had captured him by order of Darken Rahl. Only Richard had ever come to understand and empathize with the pain an Agiel also gave the Mord-Sith who °' wielded it. Before he was forced to kill Denna in order to escape, she had given. him her Agiel, asking to be remembered as simply Derma, the woman beyond the appellation of Mord-Sith, the woman no one but Richard had ever before seen a understood.
That Kahlan understood, and kept the Agiel as a symbol of that same respect for women whose young lives had been stolen and twisted to nightmare purposes and duties, was deeply meaningful to the other Mord-Sith. Because of that compassion-untainted by pity-and more, Cara had named Kahlan a sister of the Agiel.