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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
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Cara, seeing the look on Kahlan's face, dismissed the seriousness of the matter with a shrug and a smile. "I guess we will simply have to bring him around to the way things are going to be-talk some sense into him."
Cara dabbed away the remnant of a tear as it rolled down Kahlan's cheek.
"Before he comes back, how about getting that stupid wooden bowl for me?"
Cara nodded and bent to retrieve it. Kahlan was already fretting, knowing how much it was going to hurt, but there was no avoiding it.
Cara came up with the shallow bowl. "Before those men came, I was planning on making a fire and warming some water. I was going to give you a bed bath-you know, with a soapy cloth and a bucket of warm water. I guess I can do it when we get where we are going."
Kahlan half closed her eyes with the dreamy thought of being at least somewhat clean and fresh. She thought she needed a bath even more than she needed the wooden bowl to relieve herself.
"Cara, if you would do that for me, I would kiss your feet when I get better, and name you to the most important post I can think of."
"I am Mord-Sith." Cara looked nonplussed. She finally drew the blanket down. "That is the most important post there is-except perhaps wife to the Lord Rahl. Since he already has a wife, and I am already Mord-Sith, I will have to be content with having my feet kissed."
Kahlan chuckled, but a stab of pain through her abdomen and ribs brought it to an abrupt halt.
Richard was a long time in returning. Cara had made Kahlan drink two cups of cold tea heavily laced with herbs to dull the pain. It wouldn't be long before she was in a stupor, if not exactly asleep. Kahlan had been just about to yield to Cara's desire to go look for Richard, when he called from a distance to let them know it was him.
"Did you see any of the men?" Cara asked when he appeared in the doorway.
With a straight finger, Richard swiped glistening beads of sweat off his forehead. His damp hair was plastered to his neck. "No. They're no doubt off to Hartland to do some drinking and complaining. By the time they come back we'll be long gone."
"I still say we should lie in wait and end the threat," Cara muttered.
Richard ignored her.
"I cut and stripped some stout saplings and used some canvas to make a litter." He came closer and with a knuckle nudged Kahlan's chin, as if to playfully buck up her courage. "From now on we'll just let you stay on the litter, and then we can move you in and out of the carriage without. ." He had that look in his eyes-that look that hurt her to see. He showed her a smile.
Cara, seeing the look on Kahlan's face, dismissed the seriousness of the matter with a shrug and a smile. "I guess we will simply have to bring him around to the way things are going to be-talk some sense into him."
Cara dabbed away the remnant of a tear as it rolled down Kahlan's cheek.
"Before he comes back, how about getting that stupid wooden bowl for me?"
Cara nodded and bent to retrieve it. Kahlan was already fretting, knowing how much it was going to hurt, but there was no avoiding it.
Cara came up with the shallow bowl. "Before those men came, I was planning on making a fire and warming some water. I was going to give you a bed bath-you know, with a soapy cloth and a bucket of warm water. I guess I can do it when we get where we are going."
Kahlan half closed her eyes with the dreamy thought of being at least somewhat clean and fresh. She thought she needed a bath even more than she needed the wooden bowl to relieve herself.
"Cara, if you would do that for me, I would kiss your feet when I get better, and name you to the most important post I can think of."
"I am Mord-Sith." Cara looked nonplussed. She finally drew the blanket down. "That is the most important post there is-except perhaps wife to the Lord Rahl. Since he already has a wife, and I am already Mord-Sith, I will have to be content with having my feet kissed."
Kahlan chuckled, but a stab of pain through her abdomen and ribs brought it to an abrupt halt.
Richard was a long time in returning. Cara had made Kahlan drink two cups of cold tea heavily laced with herbs to dull the pain. It wouldn't be long before she was in a stupor, if not exactly asleep. Kahlan had been just about to yield to Cara's desire to go look for Richard, when he called from a distance to let them know it was him.
"Did you see any of the men?" Cara asked when he appeared in the doorway.
With a straight finger, Richard swiped glistening beads of sweat off his forehead. His damp hair was plastered to his neck. "No. They're no doubt off to Hartland to do some drinking and complaining. By the time they come back we'll be long gone."
"I still say we should lie in wait and end the threat," Cara muttered.
Richard ignored her.
"I cut and stripped some stout saplings and used some canvas to make a litter." He came closer and with a knuckle nudged Kahlan's chin, as if to playfully buck up her courage. "From now on we'll just let you stay on the litter, and then we can move you in and out of the carriage without. ." He had that look in his eyes-that look that hurt her to see. He showed her a smile.