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Naked Empire :: Goodkind Terry
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Darken Rahl had wanted Jennsen dead because she had been born ungifted.
Any ruler of that bloodline killed offspring such as she. Richard and Kahlan believed that a person's life was their own to live, and that birth did not qualify that right.
Jensen's haunted eyes turned up to Richard. "She got one of them before they killed her."
With one arm, Richard pulled Jennsen into a tender embrace. They all understood such terrible loss. The man who had lovingly raised Richard had been killed by Darken Rahl himself. Darken Rahl had orderd the murders of all of Kahlan's sister Confessors The men who killed Jennsen's mother, though, were men from the Imperial Order sent to trick her, to murder in order to make her believe it was Richard who was after her.
Kahlan felt a forlorn wave of helplessness at all they faced. She knew what it was to be alone, afraid, and overwhelmed by powerful men filled with blind faith and the lust for blood, men devoutly believing that mankind's salvation required slaughter.
"I'd give anything for her to know that it wasn't you who sent those men." Jennsen's soft voice held the dejected sum of what it was to have suffered such a loss, to have no solution to the crushing solitude it left in its wake. "I wish my mother could have known the truth, known what you two are really like."
"She's with the good spirits and finally at peace," Kahlan whispered in sympathy, even if she now had reason to question the enduring validity of such things.
Jennsen nodded as she swiped her fingers across her cheek. "What mistake did you make, Cara?" she finally asked.
Rather than be angered by the question, and perhaps because it had been asked in innocent empathy, Cara answered with quiet candor. "It has to do with that little problem we mentioned before."
"You mean it's about the thing you want me to touch?"
By the light of the moon's narrow crescent, Kahlan could see Cara's scowl return. "And the sooner the better."
Richard rubbed his fingertips across his brow. "I'm not sure about that."
Kahlan, too, thought that Cara's notion was too simplistic.
Cara threw her arms up. "But Lord Rahl, we can't just leave it-"
"Let's get camp set up before it's pitch dark," Richard said in quiet command. "What we need right now is food and sleep."
For once, Cara saw the sense in his orders and didn't object.
Darken Rahl had wanted Jennsen dead because she had been born ungifted.
Any ruler of that bloodline killed offspring such as she. Richard and Kahlan believed that a person's life was their own to live, and that birth did not qualify that right.
Jensen's haunted eyes turned up to Richard. "She got one of them before they killed her."
With one arm, Richard pulled Jennsen into a tender embrace. They all understood such terrible loss. The man who had lovingly raised Richard had been killed by Darken Rahl himself. Darken Rahl had orderd the murders of all of Kahlan's sister Confessors The men who killed Jennsen's mother, though, were men from the Imperial Order sent to trick her, to murder in order to make her believe it was Richard who was after her.
Kahlan felt a forlorn wave of helplessness at all they faced. She knew what it was to be alone, afraid, and overwhelmed by powerful men filled with blind faith and the lust for blood, men devoutly believing that mankind's salvation required slaughter.
"I'd give anything for her to know that it wasn't you who sent those men." Jennsen's soft voice held the dejected sum of what it was to have suffered such a loss, to have no solution to the crushing solitude it left in its wake. "I wish my mother could have known the truth, known what you two are really like."
"She's with the good spirits and finally at peace," Kahlan whispered in sympathy, even if she now had reason to question the enduring validity of such things.
Jennsen nodded as she swiped her fingers across her cheek. "What mistake did you make, Cara?" she finally asked.
Rather than be angered by the question, and perhaps because it had been asked in innocent empathy, Cara answered with quiet candor. "It has to do with that little problem we mentioned before."
"You mean it's about the thing you want me to touch?"
By the light of the moon's narrow crescent, Kahlan could see Cara's scowl return. "And the sooner the better."
Richard rubbed his fingertips across his brow. "I'm not sure about that."
Kahlan, too, thought that Cara's notion was too simplistic.
Cara threw her arms up. "But Lord Rahl, we can't just leave it-"
"Let's get camp set up before it's pitch dark," Richard said in quiet command. "What we need right now is food and sleep."
For once, Cara saw the sense in his orders and didn't object.