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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 604 из 638"How did she do that! She wasn't even touching the first one, and Confessors can only use their power once, and then must rest and recover it!"
"Not anymore. She is in the Con Dar."
"Stand there and wait," she said to Nass.
With graceful smoothness, Kahlan walked to the wizard. She stopped, and lifted her broken arm to him.
Her eyes had a glaze to them. "Fix this for me, please. I need it."
Zedd took his eyes from hers and looked down at the arm. He reached out and took it gently, speaking softly to distract her mind from the pain while he gripped above and below the break, pulling, setting the bone. She didn't cry out, or even flinch. He wondered if she even felt it. Tenderly, his fingers surrounded the damage, letting the warmth of the magic flow into her, taking the cold pain into himself, feeling it, suffering with it, tolerating it with resolve.
His breathing stopped momentarily with the sharpness of the hurt. He felt all of her hurt; it mixed with his own pain, threatening to overwhelm him, until he was able to put it down at last. He felt the bone knit together, and added more magic to protect and strengthen it until it could heal the rest of the way on its own. He removed his hands from her at last, finished. Her green eyes came up to his, and the cold anger in them was frightening.
"Thank you," she said softly. "Wait here."
She returned to Demmin Nass, who stood where he had been told to wait.
There were tears in his eyes. "Please, Mistress, command me."
Kahlan pulled a knife from his belt, ignoring his request. With her other hand she unfastened the flanged battle mace from its hook. "Take off your pants." She waited until he had pulled them off and stood once more before her. "Kneel."
The coldness of her voice sent a shiver through Zedd as he watched the big man kneel before her.
Chase grabbed a fistful of his robes. "Zedd, we have to stop her! She's going to kill him! We need information. Once he tells us what we need to know, then she can do whatever she wants, but not until we question him first!"
Zedd gave him a stern look. "As much as I agree with you, there is nothing we can do. If we interfere, she will kill us. If you take two steps toward her, she will kill you before you can take the third. A Confessor in the Blood Rage cannot be reasoned with. It's like trying to reason with a thunderstorm it will only get you hit by lightning."»
Chase released the wizard's robes with a frustrated huff and folded his arms in resignation. Kahlan turned the mace around, holding the handle down to Nass.
"Hold this for me."
He took it and held it at his side.
"Not anymore. She is in the Con Dar."
"Stand there and wait," she said to Nass.
With graceful smoothness, Kahlan walked to the wizard. She stopped, and lifted her broken arm to him.
Her eyes had a glaze to them. "Fix this for me, please. I need it."
Zedd took his eyes from hers and looked down at the arm. He reached out and took it gently, speaking softly to distract her mind from the pain while he gripped above and below the break, pulling, setting the bone. She didn't cry out, or even flinch. He wondered if she even felt it. Tenderly, his fingers surrounded the damage, letting the warmth of the magic flow into her, taking the cold pain into himself, feeling it, suffering with it, tolerating it with resolve.
His breathing stopped momentarily with the sharpness of the hurt. He felt all of her hurt; it mixed with his own pain, threatening to overwhelm him, until he was able to put it down at last. He felt the bone knit together, and added more magic to protect and strengthen it until it could heal the rest of the way on its own. He removed his hands from her at last, finished. Her green eyes came up to his, and the cold anger in them was frightening.
"Thank you," she said softly. "Wait here."
She returned to Demmin Nass, who stood where he had been told to wait.
There were tears in his eyes. "Please, Mistress, command me."
Kahlan pulled a knife from his belt, ignoring his request. With her other hand she unfastened the flanged battle mace from its hook. "Take off your pants." She waited until he had pulled them off and stood once more before her. "Kneel."
The coldness of her voice sent a shiver through Zedd as he watched the big man kneel before her.
Chase grabbed a fistful of his robes. "Zedd, we have to stop her! She's going to kill him! We need information. Once he tells us what we need to know, then she can do whatever she wants, but not until we question him first!"
Zedd gave him a stern look. "As much as I agree with you, there is nothing we can do. If we interfere, she will kill us. If you take two steps toward her, she will kill you before you can take the third. A Confessor in the Blood Rage cannot be reasoned with. It's like trying to reason with a thunderstorm it will only get you hit by lightning."»
Chase released the wizard's robes with a frustrated huff and folded his arms in resignation. Kahlan turned the mace around, holding the handle down to Nass.
"Hold this for me."
He took it and held it at his side.