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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 10 из 638She held him with her gaze as surely as a grip of iron would, searching his eyes as if searching his soul, seeking ananswer to something. I am here to help you, he said in his mind. He meant it more than any thought he had ever had.
The intensity of her gaze relaxed, loosening its hold on him. In her eyes he saw something that attracted him more than anything else. Intelligence. He saw it flaring there, burning in her, and through it all he felt an overriding sense of her integrity. Richard felt safe.
A warning flashed in his mind, making him remember why he was there, that time was dear.
"I was up there"-he pointed toward the hill he had been on "and I saw you." She looked where he pointed. He looked, too, and realized he was pointing to a tangle of tree limbs. They couldn't see the hill, because the trees blocked the view. He dropped his arm dumbly, trying to ignore the miscue. Her eyes returned to his, waiting.
Richard started over, keeping his voice low. "I was up there on a hill, above the lake. I saw you walking on the path by the shore. There are some men following you."
She betrayed no emotion, but continued to hold his gaze. "How many?"
He thought her question strange, but answered it. "Four."
The color drained from her face.
She turned her head, surveying the woods behind her, scanning the shadows briefly, then looked back to him once more, her green eyes searching his.
"Do you choose to help me?" Except for her color, her exquisite features gave no hint as to her emotions.
Before his mind could form a thought, he heard himself say, "Yes."
Her countenance softened. "What would you have us do?"
"There's a small trail that turns off here. If we take it, and they stay on this one, we can be away."
"And if they don't? If they follow our trail?"
"I'll hide our tracks." He was shaking his head, trying to reassure her. "They won't follow. Look, there's no time…"
"If they do?" she cut him off. "Then what is your plan?" to hide. He saw nothing, and started to feel better. They weren't being followed; the men were nowhere to be seen, and were probably miles down Hawkers Trail by now. The farther from the boundary and the closer to town they got, the better he felt. His plan had worked.
Seeing no sign that they were being followed, Richard wished they could stop for a rest, as his hand was throbbing, but she gave no sign that she needed or wanted a break. She kept pushing on. as if the men were right on their heels. Richard remembered the look on her face when he had asked if they were dangerous, and quickly rejected any thought of stopping.
The intensity of her gaze relaxed, loosening its hold on him. In her eyes he saw something that attracted him more than anything else. Intelligence. He saw it flaring there, burning in her, and through it all he felt an overriding sense of her integrity. Richard felt safe.
A warning flashed in his mind, making him remember why he was there, that time was dear.
"I was up there"-he pointed toward the hill he had been on "and I saw you." She looked where he pointed. He looked, too, and realized he was pointing to a tangle of tree limbs. They couldn't see the hill, because the trees blocked the view. He dropped his arm dumbly, trying to ignore the miscue. Her eyes returned to his, waiting.
Richard started over, keeping his voice low. "I was up there on a hill, above the lake. I saw you walking on the path by the shore. There are some men following you."
She betrayed no emotion, but continued to hold his gaze. "How many?"
He thought her question strange, but answered it. "Four."
The color drained from her face.
She turned her head, surveying the woods behind her, scanning the shadows briefly, then looked back to him once more, her green eyes searching his.
"Do you choose to help me?" Except for her color, her exquisite features gave no hint as to her emotions.
Before his mind could form a thought, he heard himself say, "Yes."
Her countenance softened. "What would you have us do?"
"There's a small trail that turns off here. If we take it, and they stay on this one, we can be away."
"And if they don't? If they follow our trail?"
"I'll hide our tracks." He was shaking his head, trying to reassure her. "They won't follow. Look, there's no time…"
"If they do?" she cut him off. "Then what is your plan?" to hide. He saw nothing, and started to feel better. They weren't being followed; the men were nowhere to be seen, and were probably miles down Hawkers Trail by now. The farther from the boundary and the closer to town they got, the better he felt. His plan had worked.
Seeing no sign that they were being followed, Richard wished they could stop for a rest, as his hand was throbbing, but she gave no sign that she needed or wanted a break. She kept pushing on. as if the men were right on their heels. Richard remembered the look on her face when he had asked if they were dangerous, and quickly rejected any thought of stopping.