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Naked Empire :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 465 из 495Jennsen, Tom, why don't you two and the men stay here-get some meat cooking while I go with Owen and Cara to scout this fortification and see if I can figure out how we're going to get in."
When Richard started out, using his staff to help balance, Betty started following him. Jennsen snatched Betty's rope.
"Oh, no you don't," Jennsen said. "You're staying here. Richard doesn't need you tagging along to attract attention at the worst possible time."
"What should we make for you to eat, Lord Rahl?" Tom asked.
Richard couldn't stand the thought of eating meat. After all the bloody fighting, he needed to balance his gift more than ever. His gift was killing him, but if he did the wrong thing it might hasten the end and then he might not last long enough to get Kahlan away from Nicholas.
"Whatever we have that isn't meat. You have time before we come back, so you can cook some bannock, some rice, maybe some beans."
Tom agreed to take care of it and Richard followed after Owen. Cara, looking more unhappy than he could ever remember seeing her, put a hand on his shoulder.
"How are you holding up, Lord Rahl?"
He dared not tell her how much pain he was in from the gift, or that he had started to cough up blood. "I'm all right for now."
By the time they dragged back into their camp, almost two hours later, the meat on the spit was finished cooking and some of the men had already eaten. They were just curling up in blankets to get some sleep.
Richard was beyond being tired. He was certain that they had been close to Kahlan. It had been agonizing to have to return, to leave the place where Nicholas held her, but he had to use his head. Wild, irrational action would bring only failure. It would not get Kahlan out of there.
Richard was being driven by needs beyond food or sleep, but as he watched Owen sit heavily near the fire, he knew that Owen and Cara were exhausted and he imagined that they had to be hungry. Rather than sit, Cara waited at his side. She would not allow him to get far from her watchful protection. Nor would she voice any concern for herself or her needs.
He could never have imagined, back in the beginning, ever feeling this close to a Mord-Sith.
Jennsen stood and rushed to meet him. "Richard-here, let me help you.
Come and sit."
Richard flopped down on the grass near the fire. Betty came over and begged a place beside him. He let her lie down.
"Well?" Tom asked. "What do you think of the place?"
"I don't know. It has well-made timber walls with trenches dug before them. There are snares and traps all around the place. It has a gate-a real gate." Richard sighed as he rubbed his eyes. His sight was getting blurry.
When Richard started out, using his staff to help balance, Betty started following him. Jennsen snatched Betty's rope.
"Oh, no you don't," Jennsen said. "You're staying here. Richard doesn't need you tagging along to attract attention at the worst possible time."
"What should we make for you to eat, Lord Rahl?" Tom asked.
Richard couldn't stand the thought of eating meat. After all the bloody fighting, he needed to balance his gift more than ever. His gift was killing him, but if he did the wrong thing it might hasten the end and then he might not last long enough to get Kahlan away from Nicholas.
"Whatever we have that isn't meat. You have time before we come back, so you can cook some bannock, some rice, maybe some beans."
Tom agreed to take care of it and Richard followed after Owen. Cara, looking more unhappy than he could ever remember seeing her, put a hand on his shoulder.
"How are you holding up, Lord Rahl?"
He dared not tell her how much pain he was in from the gift, or that he had started to cough up blood. "I'm all right for now."
By the time they dragged back into their camp, almost two hours later, the meat on the spit was finished cooking and some of the men had already eaten. They were just curling up in blankets to get some sleep.
Richard was beyond being tired. He was certain that they had been close to Kahlan. It had been agonizing to have to return, to leave the place where Nicholas held her, but he had to use his head. Wild, irrational action would bring only failure. It would not get Kahlan out of there.
Richard was being driven by needs beyond food or sleep, but as he watched Owen sit heavily near the fire, he knew that Owen and Cara were exhausted and he imagined that they had to be hungry. Rather than sit, Cara waited at his side. She would not allow him to get far from her watchful protection. Nor would she voice any concern for herself or her needs.
He could never have imagined, back in the beginning, ever feeling this close to a Mord-Sith.
Jennsen stood and rushed to meet him. "Richard-here, let me help you.
Come and sit."
Richard flopped down on the grass near the fire. Betty came over and begged a place beside him. He let her lie down.
"Well?" Tom asked. "What do you think of the place?"
"I don't know. It has well-made timber walls with trenches dug before them. There are snares and traps all around the place. It has a gate-a real gate." Richard sighed as he rubbed his eyes. His sight was getting blurry.