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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 39 из 638Kahlan still lay on her back with her eyes closed, breathing rapidly. A few strands of her hair stuck to her face, but most of it flowed out over the ground.
Sweat covered her, too; around her neck it was tinted red. He felt 1 an overwhelming sense of sadness for her, for the terrors in her life. He wished she didn't have to face the monsters she seemed to know all too well.
"Kahlan, what was that thing?"
She sat up, taking a deep breath as she looked down at him.
Her hand came up and hooked some of her hair behind her ear;; the rest fell forward over her shoulders.
"It was a long-tailed gar."
Reaching out, she picked up one of the biting flies by its wings. Somehow it must have gotten caught in a fold of his shirt and was smashed when he flopped onto his back.
"This is a blood fly. Gars use them to hunt. The flies flush out the quarry, the gar grabs it. They smear some on themselves, for the flies. We are very lucky." She held the blood fly right in front of his nose to make her point. "Long-tailed gars are stupid. If it had been a short-tailed gar, we would be dead right now. Shorttail gars are bigger, and a lot smarter." She paused to make sure she had his full attention. "They count their flies."
He was frightened, exhausted, confused, and in pain. He wanted this nightmare to end. With a moan of frustration he sagged back down onto his back, not caring anymore about whatever it was that was poking him.
"Kahlan, I'm your friend. After those men attacked us, and you didn't want to tell me more about what is going on, I didn't press you." His eyes were closed. He couldn't bear the scrutiny of her eyes. "Now someone is after me, too. For all I know, it could be the same person who murdered my father. It's not just you anymore; I can't go home either. I think I have a right to know at least some of what's going on. I'm your friend, not your enemy.
"Once, when I was little, I got a fever and almost died. Zedd found a root that saved me. Until today, that was the only time I've ever been close to death. Today I was close three times. What do I…"
Her fingertips touched his lips to silence him.
"You're right. I will answer your questions. Except about me. For now, I cannot."
He sat up and looked at her. She was starting to shake with cold. Shrugging the straps of the pack off his shoulders, he pulled a blanket out and wrapped it around her.
"You promised me a fire," she said as she shivered. "Is it a promise you intend to keep?"
He couldn't help but to laugh as he got to his feet. "Sure.
Sweat covered her, too; around her neck it was tinted red. He felt 1 an overwhelming sense of sadness for her, for the terrors in her life. He wished she didn't have to face the monsters she seemed to know all too well.
"Kahlan, what was that thing?"
She sat up, taking a deep breath as she looked down at him.
Her hand came up and hooked some of her hair behind her ear;; the rest fell forward over her shoulders.
"It was a long-tailed gar."
Reaching out, she picked up one of the biting flies by its wings. Somehow it must have gotten caught in a fold of his shirt and was smashed when he flopped onto his back.
"This is a blood fly. Gars use them to hunt. The flies flush out the quarry, the gar grabs it. They smear some on themselves, for the flies. We are very lucky." She held the blood fly right in front of his nose to make her point. "Long-tailed gars are stupid. If it had been a short-tailed gar, we would be dead right now. Shorttail gars are bigger, and a lot smarter." She paused to make sure she had his full attention. "They count their flies."
He was frightened, exhausted, confused, and in pain. He wanted this nightmare to end. With a moan of frustration he sagged back down onto his back, not caring anymore about whatever it was that was poking him.
"Kahlan, I'm your friend. After those men attacked us, and you didn't want to tell me more about what is going on, I didn't press you." His eyes were closed. He couldn't bear the scrutiny of her eyes. "Now someone is after me, too. For all I know, it could be the same person who murdered my father. It's not just you anymore; I can't go home either. I think I have a right to know at least some of what's going on. I'm your friend, not your enemy.
"Once, when I was little, I got a fever and almost died. Zedd found a root that saved me. Until today, that was the only time I've ever been close to death. Today I was close three times. What do I…"
Her fingertips touched his lips to silence him.
"You're right. I will answer your questions. Except about me. For now, I cannot."
He sat up and looked at her. She was starting to shake with cold. Shrugging the straps of the pack off his shoulders, he pulled a blanket out and wrapped it around her.
"You promised me a fire," she said as she shivered. "Is it a promise you intend to keep?"
He couldn't help but to laugh as he got to his feet. "Sure.