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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 616 из 617Ishaq had begged Richard to comework for him when he was strong enough. Richard had only laughed.
Faval, the charcoal maker, had beseeched Ishaq to ask Richard to come to visit and have dinner with him and his family. Faval had bought a cart, and his sons now delivered charcoal.
Richard leaned with his forearms on the railing at the edge of the pier and gazed down over the edge, to the swirling water below, as if trying to divine what the future held.
The piers out into the river and the walkway atop them, along with the plaza, were about all that remained of the palace. Richard had seen to it that the spellforms were removed from the tops of the columns around the grounds, and had Priska melt them down.
Richard had regained most of his strength. Kahlan was strong, and as beautiful as he remembered her. She had changed, though. Her face had grown more mature in the year they had been apart. When he gazed at her, he hungered for a piece of marble and his chisels so he could carve her face in stone.
Flesh in stone.
He turned and looked back along the pier, toward the plaza, with its semicircle of columns behind it. The fallen column had been restored. The plaza had been renamed "Liberty Square," Victor's idea. Richard asked if it shouldn't be called "Liberty Circle," since it was round, and not square.
Victor thought it sounded better as Liberty Square, so Richard called it Liberty Square. After all, the first man to declare himself free, there, had been Victor.
Kahlan gazed with him back toward the plaza.
"What do you think?" Richard asked her.
She shook her head, looking at best a little uneasy. "I don't know, Richard. It just seems so strange to see it so. . big. So. . white."
"You don't like it?"
She quickly put a hand on his arm to dispel the notion. "No, it isn't that, it's just that it's so. ." her uncertain gaze returned down the pier-"big."
The center of the plaza, where the statue Richard had carved had briefly stood, now held a towering marble statue being worked on by a number of stone carvers who used to work at the site carving misery and death.
Kamil was down there, learning the craft of stone carving from masters. His education started with a broom.
Richard had hired the carvers. With the fortune he had made helping the Order build its palace, he could easily afford it. The carvers were glad for such work-to exchange value for value.
Faval, the charcoal maker, had beseeched Ishaq to ask Richard to come to visit and have dinner with him and his family. Faval had bought a cart, and his sons now delivered charcoal.
Richard leaned with his forearms on the railing at the edge of the pier and gazed down over the edge, to the swirling water below, as if trying to divine what the future held.
The piers out into the river and the walkway atop them, along with the plaza, were about all that remained of the palace. Richard had seen to it that the spellforms were removed from the tops of the columns around the grounds, and had Priska melt them down.
Richard had regained most of his strength. Kahlan was strong, and as beautiful as he remembered her. She had changed, though. Her face had grown more mature in the year they had been apart. When he gazed at her, he hungered for a piece of marble and his chisels so he could carve her face in stone.
Flesh in stone.
He turned and looked back along the pier, toward the plaza, with its semicircle of columns behind it. The fallen column had been restored. The plaza had been renamed "Liberty Square," Victor's idea. Richard asked if it shouldn't be called "Liberty Circle," since it was round, and not square.
Victor thought it sounded better as Liberty Square, so Richard called it Liberty Square. After all, the first man to declare himself free, there, had been Victor.
Kahlan gazed with him back toward the plaza.
"What do you think?" Richard asked her.
She shook her head, looking at best a little uneasy. "I don't know, Richard. It just seems so strange to see it so. . big. So. . white."
"You don't like it?"
She quickly put a hand on his arm to dispel the notion. "No, it isn't that, it's just that it's so. ." her uncertain gaze returned down the pier-"big."
The center of the plaza, where the statue Richard had carved had briefly stood, now held a towering marble statue being worked on by a number of stone carvers who used to work at the site carving misery and death.
Kamil was down there, learning the craft of stone carving from masters. His education started with a broom.
Richard had hired the carvers. With the fortune he had made helping the Order build its palace, he could easily afford it. The carvers were glad for such work-to exchange value for value.