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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
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Her smile brightened into the same tight-lipped one she had given him before. The smile of sharing. It made him grin.
He turned to the food and found one of his favorites, small ribs with a spice sauce, put a few on a small white plate, and handed it to her.
"Try these first. They're my most treasured."
Kahlan held the dish at arm's length, eyeing it suspiciously. "What creature's meat is this?" "It's pork," he said, a little surprised. "You know, from a pig. Try it, it's the best thing here, I promise."
She relaxed, brought the plate close, and ate the meat. He ate a half dozen himself, savoring every bite.
He put some sausages on their plates. "Here, have some. of these, too."
Her suspicion flared anew. "What are they made of?"
"Pork and beef, some spices, I don't know what kinds. Why? There some kinds of things you don't eat?"
"Some kinds," she said noncommittally before eating a sausage. "May I have some spice soup, please?"
He ladled the soup into a fine white bowl with a gold rim and traded it for her plate. She took the bowl in both hands and tried it.
A smile came to her face. "It's good, just like I make. I don't think our two homelands are as different as you fear."
As she drank the remainder of the soup, Richard, feeling better about what she said, picked up a thick slice of bread, put strips of chicken meat on it, and, when she finished the soup, exchanged the bread for her bowl. She took the bread with chicken and started moving to the side of the room while she ate. He set the soup bowl down and followed behind, shaking an occasional hand. Their owners cast a critical eye at the way he was dressed. When she reached a deserted spot near a column, she turned to face him.
"Please get me a piece of cheese?"
"Sure. What kind?"
She scanned the throng. "Any kind."
Richard worked his way back through the crowd to the food table and picked up two pieces of cheese, eating one along his way back to Kahlan. She took the cheese when he handed it to her, but instead of eating it, she let her arm slip to her side, and let the cheese fall to the floor, as if she had forgotten she was holding it.
"Wrong kind?"
Her tone was distant. "I hate cheese." She was staring past him to a spot across the room.
Richard frowned. "Then why did you ask for it?" There was a hint of irritation in his voice
"Keep looking at me," she said, her eyes returning to his. "There are two men behind you, across the room. They have been watching us. I wanted to know if it was me or you they were watching.
Her smile brightened into the same tight-lipped one she had given him before. The smile of sharing. It made him grin.
He turned to the food and found one of his favorites, small ribs with a spice sauce, put a few on a small white plate, and handed it to her.
"Try these first. They're my most treasured."
Kahlan held the dish at arm's length, eyeing it suspiciously. "What creature's meat is this?" "It's pork," he said, a little surprised. "You know, from a pig. Try it, it's the best thing here, I promise."
She relaxed, brought the plate close, and ate the meat. He ate a half dozen himself, savoring every bite.
He put some sausages on their plates. "Here, have some. of these, too."
Her suspicion flared anew. "What are they made of?"
"Pork and beef, some spices, I don't know what kinds. Why? There some kinds of things you don't eat?"
"Some kinds," she said noncommittally before eating a sausage. "May I have some spice soup, please?"
He ladled the soup into a fine white bowl with a gold rim and traded it for her plate. She took the bowl in both hands and tried it.
A smile came to her face. "It's good, just like I make. I don't think our two homelands are as different as you fear."
As she drank the remainder of the soup, Richard, feeling better about what she said, picked up a thick slice of bread, put strips of chicken meat on it, and, when she finished the soup, exchanged the bread for her bowl. She took the bread with chicken and started moving to the side of the room while she ate. He set the soup bowl down and followed behind, shaking an occasional hand. Their owners cast a critical eye at the way he was dressed. When she reached a deserted spot near a column, she turned to face him.
"Please get me a piece of cheese?"
"Sure. What kind?"
She scanned the throng. "Any kind."
Richard worked his way back through the crowd to the food table and picked up two pieces of cheese, eating one along his way back to Kahlan. She took the cheese when he handed it to her, but instead of eating it, she let her arm slip to her side, and let the cheese fall to the floor, as if she had forgotten she was holding it.
"Wrong kind?"
Her tone was distant. "I hate cheese." She was staring past him to a spot across the room.
Richard frowned. "Then why did you ask for it?" There was a hint of irritation in his voice
"Keep looking at me," she said, her eyes returning to his. "There are two men behind you, across the room. They have been watching us. I wanted to know if it was me or you they were watching.