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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 53 из 638They were not born wizards, born with the gift. The great one was born to a father who was a wizard and a mother who was a sorceress. It is in his blood, not just his head. They could never be the wizard he is. They simply did not have the power to make him do what they wanted." She fell silent
"And…" He didn't say anything else. With his silence he let her know his next question, and that he would have the answer to it.
At last, she gave him the answer in a soft whisper.
"And so they sent me, because I do."
The fire crackled and hissed. He could feel the tension in her, and he knew she had gone as far with that answer as she would on the subject, so he remained still to let her feel safe. Without looking over, he put his hand on her forearm, and she put her other hand over his.
"How are you to know this wizard?"
"I only know I must find him, and soon, or we are all lost."
Richard thought in silence. "Zedd will help us," he said at last. "He's a cloud reader. Finding lost people is what a cloud reader does."
Kahlan gave him a suspicious look. "That sounds like magic. There is not supposed to be any magic in Westland."
"He says it's not; that anyone can learn. He's always trying to teach me. He mocks me whenever I say it looks like it will rain. His eyes get real big and he says, `Magic! You must have magic, my boy, to read the clouds and know the future so. »
Kahlan laughed. It was a good sound to hear. He didn't want to press her further even though the weave of her story had many loose threads; there was much she wasn't telling him. At least he knew more than he did before. The important thing was to find the wizard and then get away; another quad would be coming for her. They would have to go west while the wizard did whatever it was he had to do.
She opened her waist pouch and pulled something out. Untying a string, she laid back the folds of a waxed cloth that held a tan substance. Dipping her finger in it, she turned to him. "This will help the fly bites heal. Turn your head."
The ointment soothed the sting. He recognized the fragrances of some of the plants and herbs it was made from. Zedd had taught him to make a similar ointment, but with aum, that would take pain from flesh wounds. When finished with him, she put some on herself. He held out his sore red hand.
"Here, put some on this, too."
"Richard! What have you done?" "I was stuck by a thorn, this morning."
She dabbed the ointment carefully on his wound. "I have never seen a thorn do this."
"It was a big thorn.
"And…" He didn't say anything else. With his silence he let her know his next question, and that he would have the answer to it.
At last, she gave him the answer in a soft whisper.
"And so they sent me, because I do."
The fire crackled and hissed. He could feel the tension in her, and he knew she had gone as far with that answer as she would on the subject, so he remained still to let her feel safe. Without looking over, he put his hand on her forearm, and she put her other hand over his.
"How are you to know this wizard?"
"I only know I must find him, and soon, or we are all lost."
Richard thought in silence. "Zedd will help us," he said at last. "He's a cloud reader. Finding lost people is what a cloud reader does."
Kahlan gave him a suspicious look. "That sounds like magic. There is not supposed to be any magic in Westland."
"He says it's not; that anyone can learn. He's always trying to teach me. He mocks me whenever I say it looks like it will rain. His eyes get real big and he says, `Magic! You must have magic, my boy, to read the clouds and know the future so. »
Kahlan laughed. It was a good sound to hear. He didn't want to press her further even though the weave of her story had many loose threads; there was much she wasn't telling him. At least he knew more than he did before. The important thing was to find the wizard and then get away; another quad would be coming for her. They would have to go west while the wizard did whatever it was he had to do.
She opened her waist pouch and pulled something out. Untying a string, she laid back the folds of a waxed cloth that held a tan substance. Dipping her finger in it, she turned to him. "This will help the fly bites heal. Turn your head."
The ointment soothed the sting. He recognized the fragrances of some of the plants and herbs it was made from. Zedd had taught him to make a similar ointment, but with aum, that would take pain from flesh wounds. When finished with him, she put some on herself. He held out his sore red hand.
"Here, put some on this, too."
"Richard! What have you done?" "I was stuck by a thorn, this morning."
She dabbed the ointment carefully on his wound. "I have never seen a thorn do this."
"It was a big thorn.