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Naked Empire :: Goodkind Terry
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As Richard hooked a thumb behind his wide leather belt, the man bowed his head in thanks before tipping the waterskin up for a long drink.
"Where did you hear about this man who fights for freedom?" Richard asked.
The man brought the waterskin down again, his eyes never leaving Richard as he paused to catch his breath. "From many a tongue. The freedom he has spread down here in the Old World has brought hope to us all."
Richard smiled inwardly at how the bright hope of freedom burned even in a dark place like the heart of the Old World. There were people everywhere who hungered for the same things in life, for a chance to live their life free and by their own labor to better themselves.
Overhead a black-tipped race, wings spread wide, popped into sight as it glided across the open swath of sky above the rise of rock to each side.
Richard didn't have his bow, but the race stayed out of range, anyway.
The man shrank at seeing the race the way a rabbit would shrink when it saw a hawk.
"Sorry I can't help you," Richard said when the race had disappeared.
He checked behind, in the direction of the wagon, out beyond the nearby hill. "I'm traveling with my wife and family, looking for work, for a place to mind our own business."
Richard's business was the revolution, if he was to have a chance for his plan to work, and there were a number of people waiting on him in that regard. He had more urgent problems, first, though.
"But, Lord Rahl, my people need-"
Richard spun back around. "Why would you call me that?"
"I'm, I'm sorry." The man swallowed. "I didn't mean to anger you."
"What makes you think I'm this Lord Rahl?"
The man painted his hand up and down in front of Richard as he sputtered, trying to find words. "You, you, you just… are. I can't imagine
… what else you want me to say. I'm sorry if I have offended you by being so forward, Lord Rahl."
Cara stalked out from behind a rocky spire. "What have we here?"
The man gasped in surprise at seeing her as he flinched back yet another step, clutching the waterskin to his chest as if it were a shield of steel.
Tom, his silver knife to hand, stepped up out of a gully behind the man, blocking the way should the man decide to run back the way he'd come.
The man turned in a circle to see Tom towering behind. As he finally came back around and saw Kahlan standing beside Richard, he let out another gasp.
As Richard hooked a thumb behind his wide leather belt, the man bowed his head in thanks before tipping the waterskin up for a long drink.
"Where did you hear about this man who fights for freedom?" Richard asked.
The man brought the waterskin down again, his eyes never leaving Richard as he paused to catch his breath. "From many a tongue. The freedom he has spread down here in the Old World has brought hope to us all."
Richard smiled inwardly at how the bright hope of freedom burned even in a dark place like the heart of the Old World. There were people everywhere who hungered for the same things in life, for a chance to live their life free and by their own labor to better themselves.
Overhead a black-tipped race, wings spread wide, popped into sight as it glided across the open swath of sky above the rise of rock to each side.
Richard didn't have his bow, but the race stayed out of range, anyway.
The man shrank at seeing the race the way a rabbit would shrink when it saw a hawk.
"Sorry I can't help you," Richard said when the race had disappeared.
He checked behind, in the direction of the wagon, out beyond the nearby hill. "I'm traveling with my wife and family, looking for work, for a place to mind our own business."
Richard's business was the revolution, if he was to have a chance for his plan to work, and there were a number of people waiting on him in that regard. He had more urgent problems, first, though.
"But, Lord Rahl, my people need-"
Richard spun back around. "Why would you call me that?"
"I'm, I'm sorry." The man swallowed. "I didn't mean to anger you."
"What makes you think I'm this Lord Rahl?"
The man painted his hand up and down in front of Richard as he sputtered, trying to find words. "You, you, you just… are. I can't imagine
… what else you want me to say. I'm sorry if I have offended you by being so forward, Lord Rahl."
Cara stalked out from behind a rocky spire. "What have we here?"
The man gasped in surprise at seeing her as he flinched back yet another step, clutching the waterskin to his chest as if it were a shield of steel.
Tom, his silver knife to hand, stepped up out of a gully behind the man, blocking the way should the man decide to run back the way he'd come.
The man turned in a circle to see Tom towering behind. As he finally came back around and saw Kahlan standing beside Richard, he let out another gasp.