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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 46 из 638"Inside, it is beyond darkness." Her eyes were wide, wet. A small moan escaped with her breath. "There is… someone… with me."
She turned to him, confused, seeming not to know where she was. It panicked him to see the pain in her eyes-pain he brought there with his question. She put her hand over her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes closed as she gave a low, mournful cry. Bumps ran up Richard's arms.
"My… mother," she sobbed, "I haven't seen her in so many years… and… my dead sister… Dennee.-… I'm so alone… and afraid…" As she cried, she started gasping for air.
Somehow, he was losing her to the powerful specters of what she had seen in the underworld, as if they were pulling her back to drown her. Frantic, Richard put his hands on her shoulders and twisted her to face him.
"Kahlan, look at me! Look at me!"
«Dennee…» she gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to break free of him.
"Kahlan!"
"I'm so alone… and afraid…"
"Kahlan! I'm here with you! Look at me!"
She continued to cry convulsively, choking for air. Her eyes opened, but they didn't focus on him; they were looking into another place.
"You're not alone, I'm here with you! I won't leave you!"
"I'm so alone," she wailed.
He shook her, trying to make her listen. Her skin was white and dead cold. She struggled to breathe. "I'm right here. You're not alone!" Desperate, he shook her again, but it wasn't helping. He was losing her.
Struggling to control his rising panic, Richard did the only thing he could think of. When he had been confronted with fear in the past, he had learned to control it. There was strength in control. He did that now. Maybe he could give her some of his strength. Closing his eyes, he shut his fear away, blocked off the panic, and sought the calm within himself. He let his mind focus on the strength within himself. In the quiet of his mind, he blocked off his fears and confusion, and centered his thoughts on the strength of that peace. He would not let the underworld have her.
He spoke her name in a calm voice. "Let me help you. You are not alone. I am here with you. Let me help you. Take my strength."
His hands gripped her shoulders. He could feel her shaking as she cried in choking sobs and struggled to breathe. He visualized sending her his strength, through his hands, through his contact with her. He visualized that contact extending to her mind, lending her all of his strength and drawing her back, away from the blackness.
She turned to him, confused, seeming not to know where she was. It panicked him to see the pain in her eyes-pain he brought there with his question. She put her hand over her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes closed as she gave a low, mournful cry. Bumps ran up Richard's arms.
"My… mother," she sobbed, "I haven't seen her in so many years… and… my dead sister… Dennee.-… I'm so alone… and afraid…" As she cried, she started gasping for air.
Somehow, he was losing her to the powerful specters of what she had seen in the underworld, as if they were pulling her back to drown her. Frantic, Richard put his hands on her shoulders and twisted her to face him.
"Kahlan, look at me! Look at me!"
«Dennee…» she gasped, her chest heaving as she tried to break free of him.
"Kahlan!"
"I'm so alone… and afraid…"
"Kahlan! I'm here with you! Look at me!"
She continued to cry convulsively, choking for air. Her eyes opened, but they didn't focus on him; they were looking into another place.
"You're not alone, I'm here with you! I won't leave you!"
"I'm so alone," she wailed.
He shook her, trying to make her listen. Her skin was white and dead cold. She struggled to breathe. "I'm right here. You're not alone!" Desperate, he shook her again, but it wasn't helping. He was losing her.
Struggling to control his rising panic, Richard did the only thing he could think of. When he had been confronted with fear in the past, he had learned to control it. There was strength in control. He did that now. Maybe he could give her some of his strength. Closing his eyes, he shut his fear away, blocked off the panic, and sought the calm within himself. He let his mind focus on the strength within himself. In the quiet of his mind, he blocked off his fears and confusion, and centered his thoughts on the strength of that peace. He would not let the underworld have her.
He spoke her name in a calm voice. "Let me help you. You are not alone. I am here with you. Let me help you. Take my strength."
His hands gripped her shoulders. He could feel her shaking as she cried in choking sobs and struggled to breathe. He visualized sending her his strength, through his hands, through his contact with her. He visualized that contact extending to her mind, lending her all of his strength and drawing her back, away from the blackness.