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Naked Empire :: Goodkind Terry
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"So," Tom said as he handed down the last bedroll, "would you like a small fire for cooking?"
"Hot as it is, it seems to me we could do without any more heat."
Richard set the bedrolls atop a sack of oats already unloaded. "Besides, I'd prefer not to take the time. I'd like to be on our way at first light and we need to get a good rest."
"Can't argue with you there," Tom said, straightening his big frame. "I
don't like us being so out in the open where we could easily be spotted."
Richard swept his hand in a suggestive arc across the dark vault above.
Tom cast a wary eye skyward. He nodded reluctantly before turning back to the task of digging out tools to mend the breeching and wooden buckets to water the horses. Richard put a boot on a spoke of the cargo wagon's stout rear wheel and climbed up to help.
Tom, a shy but cheerful man who had appeared only the day before, right after they'd encountered Jennsen, looked to be a merchant who hauled trade goods. Hauling goods in his wagon, Kahlan and Richard had learned, gave him an excuse to travel where and when he needed as a member of a covert group whose true profession was to protect the Lord Rahl from unseen plots and threats.
Speaking in a low voice, Jennsen leaned closer to Kahlan. "Vultures can tell you, from a great distance, where a kill lies-by the way they circle and gather, I mean. I guess I can see how the races could be like that-birds that someone could spot from afar in order to know there was something below."
Kahlan didn't say anything. Her head ached, she was hungry, and she just wanted to go to sleep, not to discuss things she couldn't answer. She wondered how many times Richard had viewed her own insistent questions in the same way she now viewed Jennsen's. Kahlan silently vowed to try to be at least half as patient as Richard always was.
"The thing is," Jennsen went on, matter-of-factly, "how would someone get birds to… well, you know, circle around you like vultures over a carcass in order to know where you were?" Jennsen leaned in again and whispered so as to be sure that Richard wouldn't hear. "Maybe they're sent with magic to follow specific people."
Cara fixed Jennsen with a murderous glare.
"So," Tom said as he handed down the last bedroll, "would you like a small fire for cooking?"
"Hot as it is, it seems to me we could do without any more heat."
Richard set the bedrolls atop a sack of oats already unloaded. "Besides, I'd prefer not to take the time. I'd like to be on our way at first light and we need to get a good rest."
"Can't argue with you there," Tom said, straightening his big frame. "I
don't like us being so out in the open where we could easily be spotted."
Richard swept his hand in a suggestive arc across the dark vault above.
Tom cast a wary eye skyward. He nodded reluctantly before turning back to the task of digging out tools to mend the breeching and wooden buckets to water the horses. Richard put a boot on a spoke of the cargo wagon's stout rear wheel and climbed up to help.
Tom, a shy but cheerful man who had appeared only the day before, right after they'd encountered Jennsen, looked to be a merchant who hauled trade goods. Hauling goods in his wagon, Kahlan and Richard had learned, gave him an excuse to travel where and when he needed as a member of a covert group whose true profession was to protect the Lord Rahl from unseen plots and threats.
Speaking in a low voice, Jennsen leaned closer to Kahlan. "Vultures can tell you, from a great distance, where a kill lies-by the way they circle and gather, I mean. I guess I can see how the races could be like that-birds that someone could spot from afar in order to know there was something below."
Kahlan didn't say anything. Her head ached, she was hungry, and she just wanted to go to sleep, not to discuss things she couldn't answer. She wondered how many times Richard had viewed her own insistent questions in the same way she now viewed Jennsen's. Kahlan silently vowed to try to be at least half as patient as Richard always was.
"The thing is," Jennsen went on, matter-of-factly, "how would someone get birds to… well, you know, circle around you like vultures over a carcass in order to know where you were?" Jennsen leaned in again and whispered so as to be sure that Richard wouldn't hear. "Maybe they're sent with magic to follow specific people."
Cara fixed Jennsen with a murderous glare.