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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 595 из 638It could mean that Darken Rahl was not acting on hisown, but was an agent. An agent of the underworld. That he had gained mastery of the subtractive magic, the underworld magic, implied that he was. It also implied that even if Rahl failed, and was killed, the magic of Orden would still tear the veil. Zedd tried not to think of what these prophecies meant. The idea of the underworld being loosed made his throat clench shut. Better for him to be dead first. Better for everyone to be dead first.
Zedd rolled his head to the side, watching Kahlan sleep. The Mother Confessor. The last of the ones created by the old wizards. His heart ached for her pain, ached because he hadn't been able to help her when Rahl held the sword at her throat; ached for what she felt for Richard, and for what he couldn't tell her.
If only it had not been Richard. Anyone but Richard. Nothing was ever easy.
Zedd sat up in a rush. Something was wrong. It was too light out for Chase not to be balk. With a finger to Kahlan's forehead, Zedd brought her wide awake.
Kahlan reflected his worry in her face. "What is it?" she whispered.
Zedd sat still, feeling for life around him. "Chase isn't back, and he should be."
She looked about. "Maybe he fell asleep." Zedd lifted an eyebrow. "Well, maybe there is a good reason. Maybe it's nothing."
"Our horses are gone."
Kahlan came to her feet, checking her knife. "Can you sense where he is?"
Zedd flinched. "There are others about. Others touched by the underworld."
He jumped to his feet. As he did, Chase, having been pushed, stumbled and fell face first into the camp. His arms were tied securely behind his back, and there was blood on him. A lot of blood. He groaned in the dirt. Zedd felt the presence of men around them. Four men. He recoiled at what he felt of them.
The big man who had pushed Chase stepped forward. His short blond hair stood up in spikes, and a black streak ran back through it. His cold eyes, his smile, sent a chill through the wizard.
Kahlan was in a half crouch. "Demmin Nass," she hissed.
He hooked his thumbs in his belt. "Ah. You've heard of me, Mother Confessor." His wicked smile widened. "I've certainly heard of you. Your friend here has killed five of my best men
I'll execute him later, after the festivities. I'd like him to the have the enjoyment of watching what we do to you."
Kahlan looked about as three other men, not as big as Demmin Nass, but bigger than Chase, stepped out of the woods. They were surrounded, but that was not a problem for a wizard.
Zedd rolled his head to the side, watching Kahlan sleep. The Mother Confessor. The last of the ones created by the old wizards. His heart ached for her pain, ached because he hadn't been able to help her when Rahl held the sword at her throat; ached for what she felt for Richard, and for what he couldn't tell her.
If only it had not been Richard. Anyone but Richard. Nothing was ever easy.
Zedd sat up in a rush. Something was wrong. It was too light out for Chase not to be balk. With a finger to Kahlan's forehead, Zedd brought her wide awake.
Kahlan reflected his worry in her face. "What is it?" she whispered.
Zedd sat still, feeling for life around him. "Chase isn't back, and he should be."
She looked about. "Maybe he fell asleep." Zedd lifted an eyebrow. "Well, maybe there is a good reason. Maybe it's nothing."
"Our horses are gone."
Kahlan came to her feet, checking her knife. "Can you sense where he is?"
Zedd flinched. "There are others about. Others touched by the underworld."
He jumped to his feet. As he did, Chase, having been pushed, stumbled and fell face first into the camp. His arms were tied securely behind his back, and there was blood on him. A lot of blood. He groaned in the dirt. Zedd felt the presence of men around them. Four men. He recoiled at what he felt of them.
The big man who had pushed Chase stepped forward. His short blond hair stood up in spikes, and a black streak ran back through it. His cold eyes, his smile, sent a chill through the wizard.
Kahlan was in a half crouch. "Demmin Nass," she hissed.
He hooked his thumbs in his belt. "Ah. You've heard of me, Mother Confessor." His wicked smile widened. "I've certainly heard of you. Your friend here has killed five of my best men
I'll execute him later, after the festivities. I'd like him to the have the enjoyment of watching what we do to you."
Kahlan looked about as three other men, not as big as Demmin Nass, but bigger than Chase, stepped out of the woods. They were surrounded, but that was not a problem for a wizard.