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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
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Cara laughed with her as they were swept away by the river of people.
Kamil grabbed Kahlan's hand. She saw him take Cara's, too.
"Yeah," he said with authority, "Richard carved it."
"Where to?" Kahlan asked him. "Where do you think we can find him?"
"I guess we should make our way back up to the blacksmith's place.
Hopefully, Richard will show up there. If not, maybe Victor will know where he is."
Kamil's words, "Richard carved it," rang joyfully through her mind.
CHAPTER 67
Richard climbed through the high window and dropped to the ground, his boots hitting with a thud. He could hardly believe he had slept the whole night under a tarp in the back of a wagon. He could hardly believe that Jori didn't wake him so he could go home when they were close. The man probably didn't think it was his job, and so he wouldn't do it. Richard sighed. Maybe Jori hadn't known he was in the back.
Richard brushed himself off. He stood outside the transport company building where he used to work when he had first come to Altur'Rang, and where he had been locked in all night. Of course, he had been asleep, so he didn't know Jori had locked him inside.
Richard didn't know where to go-home, or to the Retreat. The sky glowed orange and violet in the bright sunrise. He supposed there was no point in going home; that would only make him late to work. He decided he had better get to work.
Work. What work? This was the day of the celebration, the dedication.
When Brother Narev saw the statue, Richard was not going to have to worry about work anymore.
He knew that if he ran, tried to escape, it would only trigger Nicci's anger, and then Kahlan's life would be forfeit. Richard had spent over a year with Nicci-as long a time as he had spent with Kahlanand Nicci repeatedly had made clear his choices. Kahlan's life was always the price in the balance.
Richard had no real choice. At least he would get to see Victor's face when he saw the statue. Richard smiled at that thought. It was the only pleasant prospect the day held.
The day was most likely to end in the wet dark hole where he had been before. He missed a step at that thought. He didn't want to go back into that place. It was so small. Richard didn't like being trapped-especially in small places. He didn't like either of those concepts; together, they were terrifying.
As fearful as the prospect of such a fate was, he had carved the statue with conscious intent and with forethought, knowing the probability of the eventual price. What he had accomplished was worth that price. Slavery was not life.
Cara laughed with her as they were swept away by the river of people.
Kamil grabbed Kahlan's hand. She saw him take Cara's, too.
"Yeah," he said with authority, "Richard carved it."
"Where to?" Kahlan asked him. "Where do you think we can find him?"
"I guess we should make our way back up to the blacksmith's place.
Hopefully, Richard will show up there. If not, maybe Victor will know where he is."
Kamil's words, "Richard carved it," rang joyfully through her mind.
CHAPTER 67
Richard climbed through the high window and dropped to the ground, his boots hitting with a thud. He could hardly believe he had slept the whole night under a tarp in the back of a wagon. He could hardly believe that Jori didn't wake him so he could go home when they were close. The man probably didn't think it was his job, and so he wouldn't do it. Richard sighed. Maybe Jori hadn't known he was in the back.
Richard brushed himself off. He stood outside the transport company building where he used to work when he had first come to Altur'Rang, and where he had been locked in all night. Of course, he had been asleep, so he didn't know Jori had locked him inside.
Richard didn't know where to go-home, or to the Retreat. The sky glowed orange and violet in the bright sunrise. He supposed there was no point in going home; that would only make him late to work. He decided he had better get to work.
Work. What work? This was the day of the celebration, the dedication.
When Brother Narev saw the statue, Richard was not going to have to worry about work anymore.
He knew that if he ran, tried to escape, it would only trigger Nicci's anger, and then Kahlan's life would be forfeit. Richard had spent over a year with Nicci-as long a time as he had spent with Kahlanand Nicci repeatedly had made clear his choices. Kahlan's life was always the price in the balance.
Richard had no real choice. At least he would get to see Victor's face when he saw the statue. Richard smiled at that thought. It was the only pleasant prospect the day held.
The day was most likely to end in the wet dark hole where he had been before. He missed a step at that thought. He didn't want to go back into that place. It was so small. Richard didn't like being trapped-especially in small places. He didn't like either of those concepts; together, they were terrifying.
As fearful as the prospect of such a fate was, he had carved the statue with conscious intent and with forethought, knowing the probability of the eventual price. What he had accomplished was worth that price. Slavery was not life.