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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 600 из 617It was hard to think. He struggled not to fall forward, fall on the blade and wrench it through his insides. The room seemed to be moving.
"Pull it out," he whispered.
He wanted it out. As if that would help. He wanted the awful thing out.
He could feel the razor sharp edges all the way through him. He could feel it sticking out his back.
Kahlan, nearly hysterical, scrambled to do as he asked. Richard saw Cara limping up out of the darkness. She seized his shoulders as Kahlan drew out the blade in one swift, panicked yank, as if she hoped the action would somehow undo what she had done.
"What happened?" Cara cried. "What did you do?"
The world seemed to tip and whirl. Richard could feel the sickeningly wet warmth of his blood soaking down him. He could feel his weight against Cara. Kahlan hovered close.
"Richard! Oh, dear spirits, no. This can't be happening. It can't."
Panicked tears streamed down her beautiful face. He couldn't understand what she was doing here. Why was she in the Old World? What was she doing in the emperor's palace?
He couldn't help smiling at seeing her.
He wondered if she had seen his statue before he destroyed it.
He wondered if he had made a terrible mistake.
No, it was Kahlan's only chance at freedom. His only chance to break Nicci's spell.
Nicci was still running toward them.
"Help me, Nicci," Richard called. It came out as little more than a whisper. "I need you to save me, Nicci. Please."
Even if it was no more than a whisper, Nicci heard his plea.
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Nicci had never run so fast. Terror had her in its fierce grip. Kahlan had stabbed her sword through him. It was a terrible mistake. It was all such a terrible mistake. Nicci had brought such pain to them both. It was her fault.
Even in her shock, Nicci knew with clarity what she must do.
She could heal him. Kahlan was there. Nicci couldn't begin to imagine why, or how, but she was. With Kahlan there, Nicci could break the spell.
Once the spell was broken, Nicci could use her gift. She could heal Richard.
It was all right. She could save him. It would be all right. She could fix it. She could.
She could do something right and help-really help-for once. She could help them both.
An arm swept out of the darkness and hooked her by the neck, taking her from her feet. She cried out as she was yanked into the blackness. She could feel the bulge of hard muscles as she clawed at the arm. The man stank.
"Pull it out," he whispered.
He wanted it out. As if that would help. He wanted the awful thing out.
He could feel the razor sharp edges all the way through him. He could feel it sticking out his back.
Kahlan, nearly hysterical, scrambled to do as he asked. Richard saw Cara limping up out of the darkness. She seized his shoulders as Kahlan drew out the blade in one swift, panicked yank, as if she hoped the action would somehow undo what she had done.
"What happened?" Cara cried. "What did you do?"
The world seemed to tip and whirl. Richard could feel the sickeningly wet warmth of his blood soaking down him. He could feel his weight against Cara. Kahlan hovered close.
"Richard! Oh, dear spirits, no. This can't be happening. It can't."
Panicked tears streamed down her beautiful face. He couldn't understand what she was doing here. Why was she in the Old World? What was she doing in the emperor's palace?
He couldn't help smiling at seeing her.
He wondered if she had seen his statue before he destroyed it.
He wondered if he had made a terrible mistake.
No, it was Kahlan's only chance at freedom. His only chance to break Nicci's spell.
Nicci was still running toward them.
"Help me, Nicci," Richard called. It came out as little more than a whisper. "I need you to save me, Nicci. Please."
Even if it was no more than a whisper, Nicci heard his plea.
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Nicci had never run so fast. Terror had her in its fierce grip. Kahlan had stabbed her sword through him. It was a terrible mistake. It was all such a terrible mistake. Nicci had brought such pain to them both. It was her fault.
Even in her shock, Nicci knew with clarity what she must do.
She could heal him. Kahlan was there. Nicci couldn't begin to imagine why, or how, but she was. With Kahlan there, Nicci could break the spell.
Once the spell was broken, Nicci could use her gift. She could heal Richard.
It was all right. She could save him. It would be all right. She could fix it. She could.
She could do something right and help-really help-for once. She could help them both.
An arm swept out of the darkness and hooked her by the neck, taking her from her feet. She cried out as she was yanked into the blackness. She could feel the bulge of hard muscles as she clawed at the arm. The man stank.