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Naked Empire :: Goodkind Terry
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"My new mother taught me how to make it," Rachel said in a tempting singsong. "Rikka had some before she went out, and she said it was good."
Zedd smoothed back his unruly white hair. "Well, Emma can cook better than any woman I ever met."
"Then be good," Rachel said, "and I'll give you biscuits to go with the stew."
"Biscuits!"
"Sure. Stew wouldn't be stew without biscuits."
Zedd blinked at the child. "Why, that's what I always thought, too."
"You'd better let me see if she made it right, first," Chase said as they passed through the tapestry lined halls of the Keep. "I'd hate you to go making any firm commitments before we even know if the stew is edible."
"Friedrich helped me with the heavy parts," Rachel said. "He says it's good."
"We'll see," Chase said.
Rachel turned and shook her wooden spoon at him. "You have to wash your hands, first, though. I saw you throwing that dead man over the wall. You have to wash your hands before you come to the table and eat."
Chase gave Zedd a look of strained forbearance. "Somewhere, there's a boy enjoying himself right now, probably carrying around a dead frog, oblivious to the sorry fact that he's someday going to be married to little-miss-wash-your-hands-before-you-eat."
Zedd smiled. When Chase had taken Rachel in to be his daughter, it was just about the best thing Zedd could ever have wished for, Rachel thought so, too, and it looked like she still did. She was fiercely devoted to the man.
As they sat at the table, before the cheery fire in the hearth, Zedd enjoying his third bowl of stew, he couldn't recall the Keep being such a wonderful place. It was because there was a child, along with friends, once again in the halls of the Keep.
Friedrich, the man who had come on Richard's orders to warn Zedd of the impending attack on the Keep, had realized he had not been in time. The man used his head and had sought out Chase, the old friend he had heard Richard talk about.
While Chase had gone to rescue Zedd and Adie, Friedrich had returned to the Keep to spy on the people who had taken it. By watching carefully and staying out of sight of a Sister, Friedrich had been able to provide Chase and Zedd invaluable information about the number of people occupying the Keep, and their routines. He then helped take the place back.
Zedd liked the man. He was not only frightfully handy with a knife, but entertaining at conversation. Friedrich, since he had been married to a sorceress, was able to converse with Zedd without being intimidated as some were of wizards.
"My new mother taught me how to make it," Rachel said in a tempting singsong. "Rikka had some before she went out, and she said it was good."
Zedd smoothed back his unruly white hair. "Well, Emma can cook better than any woman I ever met."
"Then be good," Rachel said, "and I'll give you biscuits to go with the stew."
"Biscuits!"
"Sure. Stew wouldn't be stew without biscuits."
Zedd blinked at the child. "Why, that's what I always thought, too."
"You'd better let me see if she made it right, first," Chase said as they passed through the tapestry lined halls of the Keep. "I'd hate you to go making any firm commitments before we even know if the stew is edible."
"Friedrich helped me with the heavy parts," Rachel said. "He says it's good."
"We'll see," Chase said.
Rachel turned and shook her wooden spoon at him. "You have to wash your hands, first, though. I saw you throwing that dead man over the wall. You have to wash your hands before you come to the table and eat."
Chase gave Zedd a look of strained forbearance. "Somewhere, there's a boy enjoying himself right now, probably carrying around a dead frog, oblivious to the sorry fact that he's someday going to be married to little-miss-wash-your-hands-before-you-eat."
Zedd smiled. When Chase had taken Rachel in to be his daughter, it was just about the best thing Zedd could ever have wished for, Rachel thought so, too, and it looked like she still did. She was fiercely devoted to the man.
As they sat at the table, before the cheery fire in the hearth, Zedd enjoying his third bowl of stew, he couldn't recall the Keep being such a wonderful place. It was because there was a child, along with friends, once again in the halls of the Keep.
Friedrich, the man who had come on Richard's orders to warn Zedd of the impending attack on the Keep, had realized he had not been in time. The man used his head and had sought out Chase, the old friend he had heard Richard talk about.
While Chase had gone to rescue Zedd and Adie, Friedrich had returned to the Keep to spy on the people who had taken it. By watching carefully and staying out of sight of a Sister, Friedrich had been able to provide Chase and Zedd invaluable information about the number of people occupying the Keep, and their routines. He then helped take the place back.
Zedd liked the man. He was not only frightfully handy with a knife, but entertaining at conversation. Friedrich, since he had been married to a sorceress, was able to converse with Zedd without being intimidated as some were of wizards.