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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 608 из 617And here he lay, the lifeblood draining out of the one she loved most in life, knowing it was by her hand.
Nicci took Kahlan by her shoulders and gently pulled her back. Kahlan looked up in confusion, hatred, and hope.
"Kahlan, I need to remove the spell from you if I'm to help him.
There's not much time."
"I don't trust you. Why would you help?"
"Because I owe it to him-to both of you."
"You have brought nothing but suffering and-"
Cara took Kahlan's arm. "Mother Confessor, you don't have to trust her.
Trust me. I'm telling you that Nicci might be able to save him. I believe she will do her best. Please, let her do it."
"Why should I trust her with his last few minutes of his life?"
"Please, let Nicci have the chance Lord Rahl once gave me."
Kahlan searched Cara's eyes for a moment, then turned to Nicci.
"I know what it's like to be where he is now. I've been there. I chose life. Now, he must. What do I need to do?"
"You and Richard have already done enough." Nicci took Kahlan's tearstained face in her hands. "Just be still, and let me do this."
The woman was shivering in misery. Her long hair was matted and dripping wet. She was covered in Richard's blood. She could do no more for him, and she knew it.
Nicci had to.
As Kahlan gazed into her eyes, Nicci re-ignited the connecting cord of magic, hoping that she had enough time.
Kahlan went rigid with the shock of pain it caused. Nicci knew exactly how it felt, because she felt the same pain.
Milky light connected both women, heart to heart. Its wavering glow grew to blinding brightness, taking the pain to a new level in intensity.
Kahlan's mouth opened in a silent cry. Her green eyes widened with the torment flooding through them both-as the root of magic embedded in every fiber of their two beings vibrated in response to the call of the light.
Nicci placed her hands over her heart, in that incandescent shaft of light, and began to withdraw her power.
CHAPTER 70
Richard pulled a shuddering breath as he opened his eyes. Somehow, he was lying in a position that didn't hurt. He feared to: move, lest the crushing pain return.
How could that be? He'd been run through with a sword.
The darkness around him was still and quiet. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of battle raging on. The ground beneath him shuddered with some great impact.
There were people around him. Bodies lay on the wet floor.
Nicci took Kahlan by her shoulders and gently pulled her back. Kahlan looked up in confusion, hatred, and hope.
"Kahlan, I need to remove the spell from you if I'm to help him.
There's not much time."
"I don't trust you. Why would you help?"
"Because I owe it to him-to both of you."
"You have brought nothing but suffering and-"
Cara took Kahlan's arm. "Mother Confessor, you don't have to trust her.
Trust me. I'm telling you that Nicci might be able to save him. I believe she will do her best. Please, let her do it."
"Why should I trust her with his last few minutes of his life?"
"Please, let Nicci have the chance Lord Rahl once gave me."
Kahlan searched Cara's eyes for a moment, then turned to Nicci.
"I know what it's like to be where he is now. I've been there. I chose life. Now, he must. What do I need to do?"
"You and Richard have already done enough." Nicci took Kahlan's tearstained face in her hands. "Just be still, and let me do this."
The woman was shivering in misery. Her long hair was matted and dripping wet. She was covered in Richard's blood. She could do no more for him, and she knew it.
Nicci had to.
As Kahlan gazed into her eyes, Nicci re-ignited the connecting cord of magic, hoping that she had enough time.
Kahlan went rigid with the shock of pain it caused. Nicci knew exactly how it felt, because she felt the same pain.
Milky light connected both women, heart to heart. Its wavering glow grew to blinding brightness, taking the pain to a new level in intensity.
Kahlan's mouth opened in a silent cry. Her green eyes widened with the torment flooding through them both-as the root of magic embedded in every fiber of their two beings vibrated in response to the call of the light.
Nicci placed her hands over her heart, in that incandescent shaft of light, and began to withdraw her power.
CHAPTER 70
Richard pulled a shuddering breath as he opened his eyes. Somehow, he was lying in a position that didn't hurt. He feared to: move, lest the crushing pain return.
How could that be? He'd been run through with a sword.
The darkness around him was still and quiet. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of battle raging on. The ground beneath him shuddered with some great impact.
There were people around him. Bodies lay on the wet floor.