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Naked Empire :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 463 из 495The people here in Hawton need to have you men explain everythingto them-help them to understand all that you've learned. They will need to make some changes to adjust to interacting with the world out there now open to them."
As Richard started away, Nathan grabbed ahold of his sleeve. "Richard, as far as I know, you have no defense against a soul stealer, but there is one thing I recall from an old tome in the vaults in the Palace of the Prophets."
"I'm listening."
"They somehow travel outside their body… send their own spirit out."
Richard rubbed his fingertips across his brow as he thought about Nathan's words. "That has to be how he was watching me, tracking me. I believe he watched me through the eyes of huge birds that live here, called black-tipped races. If what you're saying is right, then maybe he leaves his body in order to do this." Richard looked up at Nathan. "How does this help me?"
Nathan leaned closer, cocking his head to peer with one azure eye.
"That is when they are vulnerable-when they are out of their body."
Richard lifted his sword a few inches in the scabbard to be sure it was clear. "Any idea how to catch him outside of his body?" He let the sword drop back.
Nathan straightened. "Afraid not."
Richard nodded his thanks anyway and stepped down out of the doorway.
"Owen, how far is this fortified encampment?"
"Back close to where the path used to go out through the boundary."
That was why Richard hadn't seen it; they had come on the ancient route used by Kaja-Rang. Ordinarily, it would be a journey of well over a week.
They didn't have nearly that long.
He took in all the faces watching him. "Nicholas has quite a head start on us and he will be in a hurry to escape with his prize. If we travel swiftly and don't stop long to rest, there's a good chance we can still catch up with him by the time he reaches their encampment. We need to be on our way at once."
"We're only waiting for you, Lord Rahl," Cara said.
So was Kahlan.
CHAPTER 61
Each day of hard travel, Richard's condition worsened, but his fear for Kahlan drove him relentlessly onward. Most of the time, hour after hour, through sunlight, darkness, and occasional rain, they ran at a steady lope.
Richard used a staff he'd cut himself to help keep his balance. When he thought he would be unable to go on, Richard deliberately picked up the pace to remind himself that he could not give up. They stopped at night only long enough to get a few hours' sleep.
The men had trouble keeping up with him.
As Richard started away, Nathan grabbed ahold of his sleeve. "Richard, as far as I know, you have no defense against a soul stealer, but there is one thing I recall from an old tome in the vaults in the Palace of the Prophets."
"I'm listening."
"They somehow travel outside their body… send their own spirit out."
Richard rubbed his fingertips across his brow as he thought about Nathan's words. "That has to be how he was watching me, tracking me. I believe he watched me through the eyes of huge birds that live here, called black-tipped races. If what you're saying is right, then maybe he leaves his body in order to do this." Richard looked up at Nathan. "How does this help me?"
Nathan leaned closer, cocking his head to peer with one azure eye.
"That is when they are vulnerable-when they are out of their body."
Richard lifted his sword a few inches in the scabbard to be sure it was clear. "Any idea how to catch him outside of his body?" He let the sword drop back.
Nathan straightened. "Afraid not."
Richard nodded his thanks anyway and stepped down out of the doorway.
"Owen, how far is this fortified encampment?"
"Back close to where the path used to go out through the boundary."
That was why Richard hadn't seen it; they had come on the ancient route used by Kaja-Rang. Ordinarily, it would be a journey of well over a week.
They didn't have nearly that long.
He took in all the faces watching him. "Nicholas has quite a head start on us and he will be in a hurry to escape with his prize. If we travel swiftly and don't stop long to rest, there's a good chance we can still catch up with him by the time he reaches their encampment. We need to be on our way at once."
"We're only waiting for you, Lord Rahl," Cara said.
So was Kahlan.
CHAPTER 61
Each day of hard travel, Richard's condition worsened, but his fear for Kahlan drove him relentlessly onward. Most of the time, hour after hour, through sunlight, darkness, and occasional rain, they ran at a steady lope.
Richard used a staff he'd cut himself to help keep his balance. When he thought he would be unable to go on, Richard deliberately picked up the pace to remind himself that he could not give up. They stopped at night only long enough to get a few hours' sleep.
The men had trouble keeping up with him.