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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
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"They didn't get a name for her, did they? This Death's Mistress?"
"I'm sorry, no, Lord Rahl. They said she is simply called by everyone
`Death's Mistress. » "Sounds like an ugly witch," Cara said.
"Quite the contrary. She has blue eyes and long blond hair. She is said to be one of the most beautiful women you could ever lay eyes upon. They say she looks like a vision of a good spirit."
Kahlan couldn't help notice the captain's furtive glance at Cara, who had blue eyes and long blond hair, and was also one of the most beautiful women you could ever lay eyes upon. She, too, was deadly.
Richard was frowning. "Blond. . blue eyes. . there are several it could be…. Too bad they didn't catch her name."
"Sorry, but they gave no other name, Lord Rahl, only that description …. Oh yes, and that she always wears black."
"Dear spirits," Richard whispered as he rose to his full height, gripping his carving by its throat.
"From what I've been told, Lord Rahl, though she looks like a vision of one, the good spins themselves would fear her."
"With good reason." Richard said, as he stared into the distance, as if looking beyond the black wall of mist to a place only he could see.
"You know her, then, Lord Rahl?"
Kahlan listened to the fire pop and crackle as she waited along with the other two for his answer. It almost seemed Richard was trying to find his voice as his gaze sank back down to meet the eyes of the carving in his hand.
"I know her," he said, at last. "I know her all too well. She was one of my teachers at the Palace of the Prophets."
Richard tossed his carving into the flames.
"Pray you never have to look into Nicci's eyes, Captain."
CHAPTER 7
Look into my eyes, child," Nicci said in her soft, silken voice as she cupped the girl's chin.
Nicci lifted the bony face. The eyes, dark and wide-set, blinked with dull bewilderment. There was nothing to be seen in them: the girl was simple.
Nicci straightened, feeling a hollow disappointment. She always did.
She sometimes found herself looking into people's eyes, like this, and then wondering why. If she was searching for something, she didn't know what it was.
She resumed her leisurely walk down the line of the townspeople, all assembled along one side of the dusty market square.
"They didn't get a name for her, did they? This Death's Mistress?"
"I'm sorry, no, Lord Rahl. They said she is simply called by everyone
`Death's Mistress. » "Sounds like an ugly witch," Cara said.
"Quite the contrary. She has blue eyes and long blond hair. She is said to be one of the most beautiful women you could ever lay eyes upon. They say she looks like a vision of a good spirit."
Kahlan couldn't help notice the captain's furtive glance at Cara, who had blue eyes and long blond hair, and was also one of the most beautiful women you could ever lay eyes upon. She, too, was deadly.
Richard was frowning. "Blond. . blue eyes. . there are several it could be…. Too bad they didn't catch her name."
"Sorry, but they gave no other name, Lord Rahl, only that description …. Oh yes, and that she always wears black."
"Dear spirits," Richard whispered as he rose to his full height, gripping his carving by its throat.
"From what I've been told, Lord Rahl, though she looks like a vision of one, the good spins themselves would fear her."
"With good reason." Richard said, as he stared into the distance, as if looking beyond the black wall of mist to a place only he could see.
"You know her, then, Lord Rahl?"
Kahlan listened to the fire pop and crackle as she waited along with the other two for his answer. It almost seemed Richard was trying to find his voice as his gaze sank back down to meet the eyes of the carving in his hand.
"I know her," he said, at last. "I know her all too well. She was one of my teachers at the Palace of the Prophets."
Richard tossed his carving into the flames.
"Pray you never have to look into Nicci's eyes, Captain."
CHAPTER 7
Look into my eyes, child," Nicci said in her soft, silken voice as she cupped the girl's chin.
Nicci lifted the bony face. The eyes, dark and wide-set, blinked with dull bewilderment. There was nothing to be seen in them: the girl was simple.
Nicci straightened, feeling a hollow disappointment. She always did.
She sometimes found herself looking into people's eyes, like this, and then wondering why. If she was searching for something, she didn't know what it was.
She resumed her leisurely walk down the line of the townspeople, all assembled along one side of the dusty market square.