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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 599 из 617Her power could only heal so much.
Nicci would have to free Kahlan from the spell in order to regain the use of her sorceress's magic-in order to heal him.
He reasoned that she cared enough for him to do that.
Richard's mouth was open as he felt the blade still driving through him. It was a sickening shock. Even expecting it, as he had, it still seemed unreal. It still surprised him.
He needed to tell her it was him. To stop.
He needed at least to call out her name so she would stop without doing too much damage.
His mouth was still open.
He had no breath.
He couldn't make himself say her name.
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As she searched frantically for Richard, Nicci saw the two people battling. One was a brother. The other she didn't recognize, yet there was something deeply unsettling about it all. Nicci felt a strange stirring. The feeling was oddly familiar, but in all the confusion of emotion, she just didn't recognize it.
They were a good distance away.
The man in the cape lost his sword. It looked as if the brother had him. Nicci wanted to help-but how? She had to find Richard. Someone said they saw him go into the palace. She had to find him.
She ran toward the pair. The man pulled free another sword strapped over his shoulder. The strange feeling welled up in Nicci. Something was terribly wrong, but she didn't know what.
And then she saw the brother make a mistake. Nicci halted.
With a cry of lethal fury, the man in the cape drove his sword through the brother.
When the force of the blow drove the brother back a step, a shaft of moonlight fell across his face under in the cowl of the hood.
And then the feeling slammed into her with full recognition.
Nicci's eyes went wide. She screamed.
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"Kahlan. Stop."
Kahlan's eyes twitched up in shock. She saw his face in the moonlight.
In that same instant, he heard Nicci scream.
Kahlan recoiled, her hand flying from the hilt of the Sword of Truth as if she had been struck by lightning.
She fell back with a horrified shriek.
Richard seized the blade of the sword, his sword, to keep the weight from twisting it in him. She had driven it through him almost up to the cross guard. Warm blood ran down the blade onto his fingers.
"Richard!" Kahlan cried. "Nooo! Nooo!"
Richard felt his knees hit the stone floor. He was surprised it didn't hurt more to have a sword through him. It was the shock of it, mostly, that had scrambled his mind.
Nicci would have to free Kahlan from the spell in order to regain the use of her sorceress's magic-in order to heal him.
He reasoned that she cared enough for him to do that.
Richard's mouth was open as he felt the blade still driving through him. It was a sickening shock. Even expecting it, as he had, it still seemed unreal. It still surprised him.
He needed to tell her it was him. To stop.
He needed at least to call out her name so she would stop without doing too much damage.
His mouth was still open.
He had no breath.
He couldn't make himself say her name.
-]--
As she searched frantically for Richard, Nicci saw the two people battling. One was a brother. The other she didn't recognize, yet there was something deeply unsettling about it all. Nicci felt a strange stirring. The feeling was oddly familiar, but in all the confusion of emotion, she just didn't recognize it.
They were a good distance away.
The man in the cape lost his sword. It looked as if the brother had him. Nicci wanted to help-but how? She had to find Richard. Someone said they saw him go into the palace. She had to find him.
She ran toward the pair. The man pulled free another sword strapped over his shoulder. The strange feeling welled up in Nicci. Something was terribly wrong, but she didn't know what.
And then she saw the brother make a mistake. Nicci halted.
With a cry of lethal fury, the man in the cape drove his sword through the brother.
When the force of the blow drove the brother back a step, a shaft of moonlight fell across his face under in the cowl of the hood.
And then the feeling slammed into her with full recognition.
Nicci's eyes went wide. She screamed.
-]--
"Kahlan. Stop."
Kahlan's eyes twitched up in shock. She saw his face in the moonlight.
In that same instant, he heard Nicci scream.
Kahlan recoiled, her hand flying from the hilt of the Sword of Truth as if she had been struck by lightning.
She fell back with a horrified shriek.
Richard seized the blade of the sword, his sword, to keep the weight from twisting it in him. She had driven it through him almost up to the cross guard. Warm blood ran down the blade onto his fingers.
"Richard!" Kahlan cried. "Nooo! Nooo!"
Richard felt his knees hit the stone floor. He was surprised it didn't hurt more to have a sword through him. It was the shock of it, mostly, that had scrambled his mind.