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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 57 из 617"Why must he burden me so! I fear his eternal soul is beyond hope or prayer." The other women would ask in grim agreement.
Her mother's eyes were the same dull brown as a cockroach's back. To Nicci's mind, they were set too close together. Her mouth, too, was narrow, as if fixed is — . place by her perpetual disapproval. While Nicci never really thought of her mother as homely, neither did she consider her beautiful, although her friends regularly reassured her that she most surely was.
Nicci's mother said beauty was a curse to a caring woman and a blessing only to whores.
Puzzled by her mother's displeasure of her father, Nicci had finally asked why had done.
"Nicci," her mother had said, cupping Nicci's small chin that day.
Nicci eagerly awaited her mother's words. "You have beautiful eyes, but you do not yet see with.them. All people are miserable wretches, that is the lot of man. Do you have any idea how it hurts those without all your advantages to see your beautiful face? That, is all you bring to others: insufferable pain. The Creator brought you into the world 1 for no reason but to ease the misery of others, and here you bring only hurt." Ha mother's friends, sipping tea, nodded, whispering to one another their sorrowful b ` firm agreement.
That was when Nicci had first learned that she bore the indelible stain of so shadowy, nameless, unconfessed evil.
Nicci gazed into the rare face looking up at her. Today this girl's dark eyes would see things they could not yet imagine. Those big eyes eagerly watched without seeing. She could not possibly understand what was to come, or why.
What kind of life could she have?
It would be for the best, this way.
The time had come.
CHAPTER 8
Before she could begin, Nicci saw something that ignited her indignation. She whirled to a nearby woman.
"Where is there a washtub?"
Surprised by the question, the woman pointed a trembling finger toward a two story building not far off. "There, Mistress. In the yard behind the pottery shop are laundry tubs where we were washing clothes."
Nicci seized the woman by her throat. "Get me a pair of scissors. Bring them to me there." The woman stared in wide-eyed fright. Nicci shoved her.
"Now! Or would you prefer to die on the spot?"
Nicci yanked free a well-worn, reserve studded strap bunched with several others and secured over Commander Kardeef's shoulder. He made no effort to stop her, but as she gathered up the strap, he seized her upper arm in his powerful grip.
Her mother's eyes were the same dull brown as a cockroach's back. To Nicci's mind, they were set too close together. Her mouth, too, was narrow, as if fixed is — . place by her perpetual disapproval. While Nicci never really thought of her mother as homely, neither did she consider her beautiful, although her friends regularly reassured her that she most surely was.
Nicci's mother said beauty was a curse to a caring woman and a blessing only to whores.
Puzzled by her mother's displeasure of her father, Nicci had finally asked why had done.
"Nicci," her mother had said, cupping Nicci's small chin that day.
Nicci eagerly awaited her mother's words. "You have beautiful eyes, but you do not yet see with.them. All people are miserable wretches, that is the lot of man. Do you have any idea how it hurts those without all your advantages to see your beautiful face? That, is all you bring to others: insufferable pain. The Creator brought you into the world 1 for no reason but to ease the misery of others, and here you bring only hurt." Ha mother's friends, sipping tea, nodded, whispering to one another their sorrowful b ` firm agreement.
That was when Nicci had first learned that she bore the indelible stain of so shadowy, nameless, unconfessed evil.
Nicci gazed into the rare face looking up at her. Today this girl's dark eyes would see things they could not yet imagine. Those big eyes eagerly watched without seeing. She could not possibly understand what was to come, or why.
What kind of life could she have?
It would be for the best, this way.
The time had come.
CHAPTER 8
Before she could begin, Nicci saw something that ignited her indignation. She whirled to a nearby woman.
"Where is there a washtub?"
Surprised by the question, the woman pointed a trembling finger toward a two story building not far off. "There, Mistress. In the yard behind the pottery shop are laundry tubs where we were washing clothes."
Nicci seized the woman by her throat. "Get me a pair of scissors. Bring them to me there." The woman stared in wide-eyed fright. Nicci shoved her.
"Now! Or would you prefer to die on the spot?"
Nicci yanked free a well-worn, reserve studded strap bunched with several others and secured over Commander Kardeef's shoulder. He made no effort to stop her, but as she gathered up the strap, he seized her upper arm in his powerful grip.