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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 587 из 638Once he had the box, he would have Scarlet fly it up to her cave with her egg. There it would be safe from Rahl.
Then he could go back to Kahlan and protect her from Rahl's men. Maybe he could have Scarlet fly her to the cave, too. There she would be safe from the men.
Three and a half days, and then Darken Rahl would die. Then Kahlan would be safe for sure. Forever. Then he would go back to Westland, and be finished with the magic. Be famished with Kahlan. The thought of never, seeing her again made him weak with pain.
Late in the afternoon, Scarlet spotted the army. She was better at seeing things from this height than he. They were still a long way off and Richard had to stare awhile. At first he saw only a wispy column of dust; then he saw the ranks, moving along a road.
"Well, what's your plan? What do you want to do?" she called back to him.
"Do you think you could land us ahead of them, without letting them see us?"
A big yellow eye frowned back at him. "I'm a red dragon. I could land us in the middle of them, and they wouldn't see me, if I didn't want them to. How close do you want to be to them?"
"I don't want them to see me. I have to get to Michael without his men seeing me. I need to avoid trouble." Richard thought a moment. "Set us down a few hours' march ahead of them. Let them come to us. It'll be dark soon; then I can get to Michael."
Scarlet held her wings spread, gliding in a spiral toward hills ahead of the advancing army. She came down behind some of the higher ground, flew up the valleys, keeping out of sight of the road, and landed in a small clearing of long brown grass. Her bright red scales, glossy and lustrous, stood out in the late afternoon light. Richard slid off her shoulder.
Her head came around. "What now?"
"I want to wait until dark, until they set up camp for the night
After they eat, I'll be able to sneak into Michael's tent, and talk to him alone. I'll think of a way to convince him of who I really am."
The dragon grumbled, looking up at the sky, and toward the road. Her head swung back around, tilting, a big yellow eye peering at him.
"It will be dark soon. I must return to my egg. It needs to be warmed."
"I understand, Scarlet." Richard let out a deep breath, thinking. "Come back for me in the morning. I'll wait for you in this field at sunrise."
Scarlet looked up at the sky. "Clouds are gathering." Her head came back down. "If there are clouds, I can't fly in them."
Why?"
She grunted, a puff of smoke rising from her nostrils. "Because clouds have rocks in them.
Then he could go back to Kahlan and protect her from Rahl's men. Maybe he could have Scarlet fly her to the cave, too. There she would be safe from the men.
Three and a half days, and then Darken Rahl would die. Then Kahlan would be safe for sure. Forever. Then he would go back to Westland, and be finished with the magic. Be famished with Kahlan. The thought of never, seeing her again made him weak with pain.
Late in the afternoon, Scarlet spotted the army. She was better at seeing things from this height than he. They were still a long way off and Richard had to stare awhile. At first he saw only a wispy column of dust; then he saw the ranks, moving along a road.
"Well, what's your plan? What do you want to do?" she called back to him.
"Do you think you could land us ahead of them, without letting them see us?"
A big yellow eye frowned back at him. "I'm a red dragon. I could land us in the middle of them, and they wouldn't see me, if I didn't want them to. How close do you want to be to them?"
"I don't want them to see me. I have to get to Michael without his men seeing me. I need to avoid trouble." Richard thought a moment. "Set us down a few hours' march ahead of them. Let them come to us. It'll be dark soon; then I can get to Michael."
Scarlet held her wings spread, gliding in a spiral toward hills ahead of the advancing army. She came down behind some of the higher ground, flew up the valleys, keeping out of sight of the road, and landed in a small clearing of long brown grass. Her bright red scales, glossy and lustrous, stood out in the late afternoon light. Richard slid off her shoulder.
Her head came around. "What now?"
"I want to wait until dark, until they set up camp for the night
After they eat, I'll be able to sneak into Michael's tent, and talk to him alone. I'll think of a way to convince him of who I really am."
The dragon grumbled, looking up at the sky, and toward the road. Her head swung back around, tilting, a big yellow eye peering at him.
"It will be dark soon. I must return to my egg. It needs to be warmed."
"I understand, Scarlet." Richard let out a deep breath, thinking. "Come back for me in the morning. I'll wait for you in this field at sunrise."
Scarlet looked up at the sky. "Clouds are gathering." Her head came back down. "If there are clouds, I can't fly in them."
Why?"
She grunted, a puff of smoke rising from her nostrils. "Because clouds have rocks in them.