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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 41 из 638" Kahlan watched the fire, spellbound in its warm embrace, the light from it fluttering onher face. She loosened the blanket from around her chin and let it hang so she could put her hands out to warm them closer to the fire.
A chill ran through him when he wondered what was in the boundary, and what would happen if you went to sleep there.
"Hungry?"
She nodded her head.
Richard dug around in his pack, retrieving a pot, and went outside to fill it in a pool of water at a small brook they had passed a short distance back. Sounds of the night filled air so cold it felt as if it might break if he wasn't careful. Once again he cursed himself for leaving home without his forest cloak, among other things. The memory of what had been waiting for him at his house made him shiver all the more.
Every bug that looped past made him recoil in fear it was a blood fly, and several times he froze in midstep, only to exhale in relief when he saw it was only a snowy tree cricket, or a moth, or a lacewing. Shadows melted and materialized as clouds passed in front of the moon. He didn't want to, but he looked up any- way. Stars winked off and back on as soft, gauzelike clouds moved silently across the sky. All except one, which did not move.
Cold to the bone, he came back in and put the pot of water on the fire, balancing it on three stones. Richard started to sit across from her, but then changed his mind and sat next to her, telling himself it was because he was so cold. When she heard his teeth chattering, she put half the blanket around his shoulders, letting her half slip from her head down to her shoulders as well. The blanket, heated by her body, felt good around him, and he sat quietly letting the warmth soak in.
"I've never seen anything like a gar. The Midlands must be a dreadful place."
"There are many dangers in the Midlands." A wistful smile came over her face. "There are also many fantastic and magical things. It is a beautiful, wondrous place. But the gar are not from the Midlands. They are from D'Hara."
He stared in astonishment. "D'Hara! From across the second boundary?"
D'Hara. Until his brother's speech today he had never heard the name spoken in anything other than the cautious whispers of older people. Or in a curse. Kahlan continued to watch the fire.
"Richard-" She paused as if afraid to tell him the rest. "-there is no longer a second boundary. The boundary between the Midlands and D'Hara is down. Since the spring."
That shock made him feel as if the shadowy D'Hara had just taken a frightening, giant leap closer. He struggled to make sense of the things he was learning.
A chill ran through him when he wondered what was in the boundary, and what would happen if you went to sleep there.
"Hungry?"
She nodded her head.
Richard dug around in his pack, retrieving a pot, and went outside to fill it in a pool of water at a small brook they had passed a short distance back. Sounds of the night filled air so cold it felt as if it might break if he wasn't careful. Once again he cursed himself for leaving home without his forest cloak, among other things. The memory of what had been waiting for him at his house made him shiver all the more.
Every bug that looped past made him recoil in fear it was a blood fly, and several times he froze in midstep, only to exhale in relief when he saw it was only a snowy tree cricket, or a moth, or a lacewing. Shadows melted and materialized as clouds passed in front of the moon. He didn't want to, but he looked up any- way. Stars winked off and back on as soft, gauzelike clouds moved silently across the sky. All except one, which did not move.
Cold to the bone, he came back in and put the pot of water on the fire, balancing it on three stones. Richard started to sit across from her, but then changed his mind and sat next to her, telling himself it was because he was so cold. When she heard his teeth chattering, she put half the blanket around his shoulders, letting her half slip from her head down to her shoulders as well. The blanket, heated by her body, felt good around him, and he sat quietly letting the warmth soak in.
"I've never seen anything like a gar. The Midlands must be a dreadful place."
"There are many dangers in the Midlands." A wistful smile came over her face. "There are also many fantastic and magical things. It is a beautiful, wondrous place. But the gar are not from the Midlands. They are from D'Hara."
He stared in astonishment. "D'Hara! From across the second boundary?"
D'Hara. Until his brother's speech today he had never heard the name spoken in anything other than the cautious whispers of older people. Or in a curse. Kahlan continued to watch the fire.
"Richard-" She paused as if afraid to tell him the rest. "-there is no longer a second boundary. The boundary between the Midlands and D'Hara is down. Since the spring."
That shock made him feel as if the shadowy D'Hara had just taken a frightening, giant leap closer. He struggled to make sense of the things he was learning.