JК
Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 596 из 617Through the gaping openings of undressed doorways stood rooms withoutroofs or floors above, allowing in a flood of moonlight. It all created a tangled mesh of shadows and faint light that suggested every form of danger.
Richard came across an older woman lying bleeding in the hall, whimpering in agony. He bent to one knee, putting a hand gently to her shoulder as he kept his eyes on the dark hall ahead and its sockets of blackness to each side.
He could feel the woman trembling beneath his fingers. "Where are you hurt?" he whispered. He pushed the hood of the robe back so that in the moonlight coming between the unfinished beams above she could see his face.
"I'm Richard."
A smile of recognition overcame her. "Leg," she said.
She pulled her dress up. In faint light, he saw a dark wound just above the knee. With his sword, he sliced off the hem of her dress to use as a bandage to close the wound.
"I want to live. I wanted to help." She took the strip of cloth and pushed his hands away. "Thank you for cutting me the cloth. I can do it, now." She clutched his robe, pulling him closer. "You've showed us life with your statue. Thank you."
Richard smiled as he squeezed her shoulder.
"I was trying to get that cockroach. Will you do it?"
Richard kissed his finger and pressed the kiss to her forehead. "I will. Bandage up your leg and lie still until we have the situation under control; then we'll send people in to help."
Richard started moving again. From the distance came screams of rage, and pain. Guards who had escaped into the maze of the unfinished palace were battling people who had gone in after them.
Richard spotted a brother trembling behind a corner. It wasn't Narev-there was a hood, not a cap. Playing the part of a brother, Richard pulled his hood up again and strode to the man. The brother looked relieved to see a comrade.
"Who are you?" he whispered toward Richard, lifting his hand to use his magic to light a small flame above his palm.
"Justice," Richard said to the wide eyes as he drove his sword through the man's heart.
Richard pulled his sword free and concealed it once more under his robes.
Nicci would no doubt take her revenge. There seemed nothing he could do about it. Nicci had often enough made Richard's choices clear. He was bound and determined to at least lay waste to the Order. If only there were a way to get Nicci to see reason, to get her to help him. At times, the look in her blue eyes seemed so tantalizingly close to comprehension. He knew Nicci had feelings for him.
Richard came across an older woman lying bleeding in the hall, whimpering in agony. He bent to one knee, putting a hand gently to her shoulder as he kept his eyes on the dark hall ahead and its sockets of blackness to each side.
He could feel the woman trembling beneath his fingers. "Where are you hurt?" he whispered. He pushed the hood of the robe back so that in the moonlight coming between the unfinished beams above she could see his face.
"I'm Richard."
A smile of recognition overcame her. "Leg," she said.
She pulled her dress up. In faint light, he saw a dark wound just above the knee. With his sword, he sliced off the hem of her dress to use as a bandage to close the wound.
"I want to live. I wanted to help." She took the strip of cloth and pushed his hands away. "Thank you for cutting me the cloth. I can do it, now." She clutched his robe, pulling him closer. "You've showed us life with your statue. Thank you."
Richard smiled as he squeezed her shoulder.
"I was trying to get that cockroach. Will you do it?"
Richard kissed his finger and pressed the kiss to her forehead. "I will. Bandage up your leg and lie still until we have the situation under control; then we'll send people in to help."
Richard started moving again. From the distance came screams of rage, and pain. Guards who had escaped into the maze of the unfinished palace were battling people who had gone in after them.
Richard spotted a brother trembling behind a corner. It wasn't Narev-there was a hood, not a cap. Playing the part of a brother, Richard pulled his hood up again and strode to the man. The brother looked relieved to see a comrade.
"Who are you?" he whispered toward Richard, lifting his hand to use his magic to light a small flame above his palm.
"Justice," Richard said to the wide eyes as he drove his sword through the man's heart.
Richard pulled his sword free and concealed it once more under his robes.
Nicci would no doubt take her revenge. There seemed nothing he could do about it. Nicci had often enough made Richard's choices clear. He was bound and determined to at least lay waste to the Order. If only there were a way to get Nicci to see reason, to get her to help him. At times, the look in her blue eyes seemed so tantalizingly close to comprehension. He knew Nicci had feelings for him.