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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 576 из 617I could never understand how Richard could have married her."
Kamil suddenly threw his arms around Kahlan, hugging her with fierce happiness for Richard. Kahlan laughed softly as she smoothed the young man's hair. Cara seized his collar and pulled him back, but at least did it gently.
"And you?" Kamil asked Cara.
"I am Mord-"
"Cara is Richard's good friend."
Kamil unexpectedly hugged Cara, then. Kahlan feared the Mord-Sith might crush his skull, but she endured it politely, even if she was ill at ease.
Kahlan thought Cara might even have started to smile.
Kamil turned back to Kahlan. "But what is Richard doing with Nicci, then?"
Kahlan took a deep breath. "It's a long story."
"Tell me."
Kahlan appraised his dark eyes for a moment. She liked what she saw there. Still, she thought it best to keep it simple.
"Nicci is a sorceress. She used magic to force Richard to go with her."
"Magic? What magic?" he pressed without pause.
Kahlan took another breath. "She could have used her magic to hurt me, kill me, if Richard didn't agree to go with her."
Kamil gazed skyward as he thought it over. He finally nodded. "That makes sense. That's the kind of man Richard is-he would do anything to save the woman he loved. I knew he didn't love Nicci."
"And how did you know that?"
Kamil gestured at the two pallets. "He didn't sleep with her. I bet he slept with you, when you were together."
Kahlan could feel her face flushing at his boldness. "How do you know that?"
"I don't know." He scratched his head. "You just look like you belong with him. When you say his name I can see how you care for him."
Kahlan couldn't help but smile through her weariness. They had been riding at a breakneck pace for weeks. They had lost a few horses along the way, and had to acquire others. They had gone with little sleep for the last week. She had trouble even thinking straight.
"So, do you know where Richard is, now?" Kahlan asked.
"At work, I'm sure. He usually comes home about now-unless he has to work at night, too."
Kahlan briefly scanned the room. "What about Nicci?"
"I don't know. She may have gone to buy bread or something. It's a little funny-she's usually home long before now. She almost always has dinner ready for Richard."
Kahlan's gaze drifted through the darkening room, from table, to basin, to cupboard. She would hate to leave, only to have him show up a minute after she left. Kamil thought it was odd that Nicci wasn't home.
Kamil suddenly threw his arms around Kahlan, hugging her with fierce happiness for Richard. Kahlan laughed softly as she smoothed the young man's hair. Cara seized his collar and pulled him back, but at least did it gently.
"And you?" Kamil asked Cara.
"I am Mord-"
"Cara is Richard's good friend."
Kamil unexpectedly hugged Cara, then. Kahlan feared the Mord-Sith might crush his skull, but she endured it politely, even if she was ill at ease.
Kahlan thought Cara might even have started to smile.
Kamil turned back to Kahlan. "But what is Richard doing with Nicci, then?"
Kahlan took a deep breath. "It's a long story."
"Tell me."
Kahlan appraised his dark eyes for a moment. She liked what she saw there. Still, she thought it best to keep it simple.
"Nicci is a sorceress. She used magic to force Richard to go with her."
"Magic? What magic?" he pressed without pause.
Kahlan took another breath. "She could have used her magic to hurt me, kill me, if Richard didn't agree to go with her."
Kamil gazed skyward as he thought it over. He finally nodded. "That makes sense. That's the kind of man Richard is-he would do anything to save the woman he loved. I knew he didn't love Nicci."
"And how did you know that?"
Kamil gestured at the two pallets. "He didn't sleep with her. I bet he slept with you, when you were together."
Kahlan could feel her face flushing at his boldness. "How do you know that?"
"I don't know." He scratched his head. "You just look like you belong with him. When you say his name I can see how you care for him."
Kahlan couldn't help but smile through her weariness. They had been riding at a breakneck pace for weeks. They had lost a few horses along the way, and had to acquire others. They had gone with little sleep for the last week. She had trouble even thinking straight.
"So, do you know where Richard is, now?" Kahlan asked.
"At work, I'm sure. He usually comes home about now-unless he has to work at night, too."
Kahlan briefly scanned the room. "What about Nicci?"
"I don't know. She may have gone to buy bread or something. It's a little funny-she's usually home long before now. She almost always has dinner ready for Richard."
Kahlan's gaze drifted through the darkening room, from table, to basin, to cupboard. She would hate to leave, only to have him show up a minute after she left. Kamil thought it was odd that Nicci wasn't home.