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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 18 из 638Chase wore a brace of knives to one side of hisbelt, and a six-bladed battle mace to the other. The hilt of a short sword stood above his right shoulder, and a crossbow with a full complement of barbed, steel-tipped bolts hung from a leather strap on his left
Richard lifted an eyebrow. "Looks like you plan on getting your share of the food."
The grin left Chase's face. "Not here as a guest." His gaze settled on Kahlan.
Richard felt the awkwardness. He took Kahlan's arm and drew her forward. She came easily, unafraid.
"Chase, this is my friend, Kahlan." He gave her a smile. "This is Dell Brandstone. Everyone calls him Chase. He's an old friend of mine. We're safe with him." He turned back to Chase. "You can trust her, too."
She looked at the big man and gave him a smile and nod of acknowledgment.
Chase nodded once to her, the matter settled, Richard's word being all the reassurance he needed. His eyes scanned the crowd, lingering on various people, checking their interest in the three of them. He pulled them both away from the sunlit openness of the steps and into the shade off to the side.
"Your brother called in all the boundary wardens." He paused, taking another look around. "To be his personal guards."
"What! That doesn't make any sense!" Richard was incredulous. "He has the Home Guard, and the army. What does he need a few boundary wardens for?"
Chase rested his left hand on one of the knife handles: "What, indeed." His face gave no hint of emotion. It rarely did. "Could be he just wants us around for effect. People are afraid of the wardens. You've been away to the woods since your father was killed, not that I'm saying I wouldn't do the same if I were you. All I'm saying is you haven't been around. Strange things have been going on, Richard. People coming and going in the night. Michael calls them `concerned citizens. He's been talking some nonsense about plots against the government. He has the wardens all over the grounds."
Richard looked around, but didn't see any. He knew that didn't mean anything. If a boundary warden didn't want to be seen, he could be standing on your foot and you wouldn't be able to find him.
Chase drummed his fingers on a knife handle as he watched Richard's eyes scan about. "My boys are out there, take my word." "Well, how do you know Michael isn't right, what with the father of the new First Councilor being murdered and all?"
Chase gave his finest look of disgust. "I know every little slime in Westland. There's no plot. Might be a bit of fun to be had if there were, but I think I'm just part of the decoration.
Richard lifted an eyebrow. "Looks like you plan on getting your share of the food."
The grin left Chase's face. "Not here as a guest." His gaze settled on Kahlan.
Richard felt the awkwardness. He took Kahlan's arm and drew her forward. She came easily, unafraid.
"Chase, this is my friend, Kahlan." He gave her a smile. "This is Dell Brandstone. Everyone calls him Chase. He's an old friend of mine. We're safe with him." He turned back to Chase. "You can trust her, too."
She looked at the big man and gave him a smile and nod of acknowledgment.
Chase nodded once to her, the matter settled, Richard's word being all the reassurance he needed. His eyes scanned the crowd, lingering on various people, checking their interest in the three of them. He pulled them both away from the sunlit openness of the steps and into the shade off to the side.
"Your brother called in all the boundary wardens." He paused, taking another look around. "To be his personal guards."
"What! That doesn't make any sense!" Richard was incredulous. "He has the Home Guard, and the army. What does he need a few boundary wardens for?"
Chase rested his left hand on one of the knife handles: "What, indeed." His face gave no hint of emotion. It rarely did. "Could be he just wants us around for effect. People are afraid of the wardens. You've been away to the woods since your father was killed, not that I'm saying I wouldn't do the same if I were you. All I'm saying is you haven't been around. Strange things have been going on, Richard. People coming and going in the night. Michael calls them `concerned citizens. He's been talking some nonsense about plots against the government. He has the wardens all over the grounds."
Richard looked around, but didn't see any. He knew that didn't mean anything. If a boundary warden didn't want to be seen, he could be standing on your foot and you wouldn't be able to find him.
Chase drummed his fingers on a knife handle as he watched Richard's eyes scan about. "My boys are out there, take my word." "Well, how do you know Michael isn't right, what with the father of the new First Councilor being murdered and all?"
Chase gave his finest look of disgust. "I know every little slime in Westland. There's no plot. Might be a bit of fun to be had if there were, but I think I'm just part of the decoration.