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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
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He certainly had enough anger for the task. That part of him that the Sword of Truth used, that rage of dark violence, already thundered through him.
Except that Nicci had told him that if he used his magic, Kahlan would die. Would she know?
Sooner or later, she would.
Richard stood submissively still as the guards roughly seized him by his arms to subdue him. Others snatched his shirt from behind.
What did it really matter? If he resisted, it would only hurt Kahlan.
If they executed him, Nicci would let Kahlan live her life.
But he didn't want to go back into that dark hole.
Neal raced up, shaking a finger in Richard's face. "What is the meaning of this, Cypher! What did you think you were going to accomplish!"
"May I ask what are you talking about, Brother Neal?"
Neal's face was crimson. "The statue!"
"What, you don't like it?"
With all his might, Neal slammed his fist into Richard's middle. The guards holding him laughed. Richard had seen it coming and had tightened his muscles, but it still drove the wind from him. He finally managed to draw his breath.
Neal found that he enjoyed administering punishment, and did it again.
"Oh, you're going to pay for your blasphemy, Cypher. You're going to pay the price, this time. You'll confess to it all, before we're done. But first, you'll watch your wicked perversion destroyed." Neal, his face twisted with superior, selfrighteous indignation, gestured to the burly guards. "Let's get him down there. And don't be shy about making way through the crowd."
By midmorning, Kahlan's hopes of the blacksmith showing up had all but vanished.
"I'm sorry," Kamil said, looking glum as he watched her pace. "I don't know why Victor isn't here. I thought he would be, I really did."
Kahlan finally halted and gave the worried lad a pat on the shoulder.
"I know you did, Kamil. With the celebration today, and with what's going on down there with the statue, this is hardly a normal day around here, I'm sure."
"Look," Cara said. Kahlan saw she was peering down toward the palace.
"Guards with spears are moving the crowd off the plaza."
Kahlan squinted off down at the hill. "Your eyes are better than mine.
I can't tell." She cast a frustrated glare at the closed blacksmith's shop.
"But it's doing us no good waiting up here. Let's see if we can make it down there and get a better look." Kahlan put a restraining hand on Cara's arm.
He certainly had enough anger for the task. That part of him that the Sword of Truth used, that rage of dark violence, already thundered through him.
Except that Nicci had told him that if he used his magic, Kahlan would die. Would she know?
Sooner or later, she would.
Richard stood submissively still as the guards roughly seized him by his arms to subdue him. Others snatched his shirt from behind.
What did it really matter? If he resisted, it would only hurt Kahlan.
If they executed him, Nicci would let Kahlan live her life.
But he didn't want to go back into that dark hole.
Neal raced up, shaking a finger in Richard's face. "What is the meaning of this, Cypher! What did you think you were going to accomplish!"
"May I ask what are you talking about, Brother Neal?"
Neal's face was crimson. "The statue!"
"What, you don't like it?"
With all his might, Neal slammed his fist into Richard's middle. The guards holding him laughed. Richard had seen it coming and had tightened his muscles, but it still drove the wind from him. He finally managed to draw his breath.
Neal found that he enjoyed administering punishment, and did it again.
"Oh, you're going to pay for your blasphemy, Cypher. You're going to pay the price, this time. You'll confess to it all, before we're done. But first, you'll watch your wicked perversion destroyed." Neal, his face twisted with superior, selfrighteous indignation, gestured to the burly guards. "Let's get him down there. And don't be shy about making way through the crowd."
By midmorning, Kahlan's hopes of the blacksmith showing up had all but vanished.
"I'm sorry," Kamil said, looking glum as he watched her pace. "I don't know why Victor isn't here. I thought he would be, I really did."
Kahlan finally halted and gave the worried lad a pat on the shoulder.
"I know you did, Kamil. With the celebration today, and with what's going on down there with the statue, this is hardly a normal day around here, I'm sure."
"Look," Cara said. Kahlan saw she was peering down toward the palace.
"Guards with spears are moving the crowd off the plaza."
Kahlan squinted off down at the hill. "Your eyes are better than mine.
I can't tell." She cast a frustrated glare at the closed blacksmith's shop.
"But it's doing us no good waiting up here. Let's see if we can make it down there and get a better look." Kahlan put a restraining hand on Cara's arm.