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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
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Farther down the hall Kamil was anxiously waiting in the darkness pierced by only a couple of candles. There were a number of people with him.
Richard didn't know any of the people, except Kamil. He put a hand to the grinning young man's shoulder.
"Kamil. Good to see you."
"Richard, I saw it. I saw the statue." His smile faded. "I'm sorry it was destroyed."
"It was only a piece of stone. It was the ideas it represented that were its true beauty."
People in the dim hallway nodded. Richard saw, then, the woman with the wounded leg. He smiled at her. She returned a kiss, on the end of her fingers, to his forehead.
"Bless you for your bravery in carving that statue," she said. "We are all joyful to know you survived the night, Richard."
He thanked them all for their concern.
The ground shook-again.
"What is that?" Richard asked.
"The walls," one of the men said. "The people are pulling down the walls with those carvings of death on them."
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Even as some people were pulling down the walls, others were still engaged in pitched battle. Richard could see in the faint light of dawn the fighting on the distant hillsides. It appeared that many people were not happy about the ideas Richard's statue had represented. There were those who feared freedom, and preferred the numb existence of not having to think for themselves.
The palace grounds, though, were in secure hands. The fires of liberty were spreading outward, igniting a conflagration of change.
In the plaza, the semicircle of walls and all the columns but one still stood. It felt somehow different here. This was the place where people had seen the statue and had chosen life. They weren't destroying this part of the palace.
Richard dragged his boot through the marble dust. In the center of the plaza, the layer of white dust was all that remained. Every precious fragment had been saved as a reminder.
From out on the grounds where several men were gathered, Victor spotted Richard, Kamil, and Nicci, whom he knew. He called out as he and Ishaq came running.
"Richard!" Victor raced up the steps. "Richard!"
Richard had Cara under one arm and Kamil under the other, supporting him. He didn't have the strength to shout, so he simply waited until the two men were close, both panting from their run.
"Richard, we're winning!" Victor said as he pointed at the hills. "All those officials, gone, and we-"
The blacksmith went silent as his eyes fell on Kahlan. Ishaq, too, stared at her, then swept his red hat off his head.
Farther down the hall Kamil was anxiously waiting in the darkness pierced by only a couple of candles. There were a number of people with him.
Richard didn't know any of the people, except Kamil. He put a hand to the grinning young man's shoulder.
"Kamil. Good to see you."
"Richard, I saw it. I saw the statue." His smile faded. "I'm sorry it was destroyed."
"It was only a piece of stone. It was the ideas it represented that were its true beauty."
People in the dim hallway nodded. Richard saw, then, the woman with the wounded leg. He smiled at her. She returned a kiss, on the end of her fingers, to his forehead.
"Bless you for your bravery in carving that statue," she said. "We are all joyful to know you survived the night, Richard."
He thanked them all for their concern.
The ground shook-again.
"What is that?" Richard asked.
"The walls," one of the men said. "The people are pulling down the walls with those carvings of death on them."
-]--
Even as some people were pulling down the walls, others were still engaged in pitched battle. Richard could see in the faint light of dawn the fighting on the distant hillsides. It appeared that many people were not happy about the ideas Richard's statue had represented. There were those who feared freedom, and preferred the numb existence of not having to think for themselves.
The palace grounds, though, were in secure hands. The fires of liberty were spreading outward, igniting a conflagration of change.
In the plaza, the semicircle of walls and all the columns but one still stood. It felt somehow different here. This was the place where people had seen the statue and had chosen life. They weren't destroying this part of the palace.
Richard dragged his boot through the marble dust. In the center of the plaza, the layer of white dust was all that remained. Every precious fragment had been saved as a reminder.
From out on the grounds where several men were gathered, Victor spotted Richard, Kamil, and Nicci, whom he knew. He called out as he and Ishaq came running.
"Richard!" Victor raced up the steps. "Richard!"
Richard had Cara under one arm and Kamil under the other, supporting him. He didn't have the strength to shout, so he simply waited until the two men were close, both panting from their run.
"Richard, we're winning!" Victor said as he pointed at the hills. "All those officials, gone, and we-"
The blacksmith went silent as his eyes fell on Kahlan. Ishaq, too, stared at her, then swept his red hat off his head.