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Faith of the Fallen :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 75 из 617"We just thought you should know. So you can be careful."
Nicci thought this would be a poor time to suddenly begin being careful. She found the groveling of women hundreds of years her senior annoying. "Where's Jagang?"
"He has taken a grand building, not far outside the city, as his quarters," Sister Aubrey said.
"It used to be the Minister of Culture's estate," Sister Rochelle added.
Nicci frowned. "Why? He has his tents."
"Since you've been gone, he's decided that an emperor needs proper quarters," Sister Rochelle said.
"Proper? Proper for what?"
"To show the world his importance, I suppose."
Sister Aubrey nodded. "He's having a palace built. In Altur'Rang. It's his new vision." She arced an arm through the air, apparently indicating, with the slice of her hand, the grand scale of the place. "He's ordered a magnificent palace built."
"He was planning on using the Palace of the Prophets," Sister Rochelle said, "but since it was destroyed he's decided to build another, only better-the most opulent palace ever conceived."
Nicci frowned at the three women. "He wanted the Palace of the Prophets because it had a spell to slow aging. That was what interested him."
All three women shrugged.
Nicci began to get an inkling of what Jagang might have in mind. "So, this place he's at now? What is he doing? Learning to eat with something other than his fingers? Seeing how he likes living the fancy life under a roof?"
"He only told us he was staying there for now," Sister Georgia said.
"He took most of the. . younger women with him. He told us to stay here and see to things in case he wished to return to his tent."
It didn't sound like much had changed, except the setting.
Nicci sighed. Her carriage was gone. She would have to walk.
"All right. How do I find the place?"
After Sister Aubrey gave her detailed directions, Nicci thanked them and turned to go.
"Sister Alessandra has vanished," Sister Georgia said in a voice straining mightily to sound nonchalant.
Nicci stopped in her tracks.
She rounded on Sister Georgia. The woman was middle aged, and seemed to look worse every time Nicci saw her. Her clothes were little more than tattered rags she wore with the pride of a fine uniform. Her thin hair was more white than brown. It might once have looked distinguished, but it didn't appear to have seen a brush, much less soap, for weeks. She was probably infested with lice, too.
Nicci thought this would be a poor time to suddenly begin being careful. She found the groveling of women hundreds of years her senior annoying. "Where's Jagang?"
"He has taken a grand building, not far outside the city, as his quarters," Sister Aubrey said.
"It used to be the Minister of Culture's estate," Sister Rochelle added.
Nicci frowned. "Why? He has his tents."
"Since you've been gone, he's decided that an emperor needs proper quarters," Sister Rochelle said.
"Proper? Proper for what?"
"To show the world his importance, I suppose."
Sister Aubrey nodded. "He's having a palace built. In Altur'Rang. It's his new vision." She arced an arm through the air, apparently indicating, with the slice of her hand, the grand scale of the place. "He's ordered a magnificent palace built."
"He was planning on using the Palace of the Prophets," Sister Rochelle said, "but since it was destroyed he's decided to build another, only better-the most opulent palace ever conceived."
Nicci frowned at the three women. "He wanted the Palace of the Prophets because it had a spell to slow aging. That was what interested him."
All three women shrugged.
Nicci began to get an inkling of what Jagang might have in mind. "So, this place he's at now? What is he doing? Learning to eat with something other than his fingers? Seeing how he likes living the fancy life under a roof?"
"He only told us he was staying there for now," Sister Georgia said.
"He took most of the. . younger women with him. He told us to stay here and see to things in case he wished to return to his tent."
It didn't sound like much had changed, except the setting.
Nicci sighed. Her carriage was gone. She would have to walk.
"All right. How do I find the place?"
After Sister Aubrey gave her detailed directions, Nicci thanked them and turned to go.
"Sister Alessandra has vanished," Sister Georgia said in a voice straining mightily to sound nonchalant.
Nicci stopped in her tracks.
She rounded on Sister Georgia. The woman was middle aged, and seemed to look worse every time Nicci saw her. Her clothes were little more than tattered rags she wore with the pride of a fine uniform. Her thin hair was more white than brown. It might once have looked distinguished, but it didn't appear to have seen a brush, much less soap, for weeks. She was probably infested with lice, too.