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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 16 из 638Michael! He had forgotten about his brother's party. He looked at the sun and knew he was going to be late. He hoped he wouldn't miss Michael's speech. He would take Kahlan, tell Michael about the men, and get some protection for her.
He held out his hand to help her up. She stared at it in surprise. He continued to hold it out for her. She gazed up into his eyes, and took the hand.
Richard smiled. "Never had a friend give you a hand up before?"
She averted her eyes. "No."
Richard could tell she felt uncomfortable, so he changed the subject.
"When's the last time you had something to eat?"
"Two days ago," she said without emotion.
His eyebrows went up. "Then you must be even more hungry than I am. I'll take you to my brother." He peered over the edge of the cliff. "We'll have to tell him about the bodies. He'll know what to do." He turned again to her. "Kahlan, do you know who those men were?"
Her green eyes turned hard. "They are called a quad. They are, well, they are like assassins. They are sent to kill…" She caught herself again. "They kill people." Her face regained the calm countenance it had when he first saw her. "I think that maybe the fewer people who know about me, the safer I will be."
Richard was startled; he had never heard of anything like this. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think. Dark, shadowy thoughts started to swirl again. For some reason, he was terrified of what she might say, but had to ask.
He looked hard into her eyes, expecting the truth this time. "Kahlan, where did the quad come from?"
She studied his face a moment. "They must have tracked me out of the Midlands, and through the boundary."
Richard's skin went cold, and prickles bumped up along his arms in a wave that rolled up to the back of his neck, making the fine hairs there stand stiffly out. An anger deep within him awakened and his secrets stirred.
She had to be lying. No one could cross the boundary.
No one.
No one could go into or come out of the Midlands. The boundary had sealed it away since before he was born.
The Midlands was a land of magic
CHAPTER 3
Michael's HOUSE WAS a massive structure of white stone, set back quite a distance from the road. Slate roofs in a variety of angles and rakes came together in complicated junctures topped with a leaded-glass peak that let light into the central hall.
He held out his hand to help her up. She stared at it in surprise. He continued to hold it out for her. She gazed up into his eyes, and took the hand.
Richard smiled. "Never had a friend give you a hand up before?"
She averted her eyes. "No."
Richard could tell she felt uncomfortable, so he changed the subject.
"When's the last time you had something to eat?"
"Two days ago," she said without emotion.
His eyebrows went up. "Then you must be even more hungry than I am. I'll take you to my brother." He peered over the edge of the cliff. "We'll have to tell him about the bodies. He'll know what to do." He turned again to her. "Kahlan, do you know who those men were?"
Her green eyes turned hard. "They are called a quad. They are, well, they are like assassins. They are sent to kill…" She caught herself again. "They kill people." Her face regained the calm countenance it had when he first saw her. "I think that maybe the fewer people who know about me, the safer I will be."
Richard was startled; he had never heard of anything like this. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think. Dark, shadowy thoughts started to swirl again. For some reason, he was terrified of what she might say, but had to ask.
He looked hard into her eyes, expecting the truth this time. "Kahlan, where did the quad come from?"
She studied his face a moment. "They must have tracked me out of the Midlands, and through the boundary."
Richard's skin went cold, and prickles bumped up along his arms in a wave that rolled up to the back of his neck, making the fine hairs there stand stiffly out. An anger deep within him awakened and his secrets stirred.
She had to be lying. No one could cross the boundary.
No one.
No one could go into or come out of the Midlands. The boundary had sealed it away since before he was born.
The Midlands was a land of magic
CHAPTER 3
Michael's HOUSE WAS a massive structure of white stone, set back quite a distance from the road. Slate roofs in a variety of angles and rakes came together in complicated junctures topped with a leaded-glass peak that let light into the central hall.