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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 605 из 638Kahlankneeled down in front of him, close.
"Spread your legs," she ordered in an icy voice. She reached down between his legs, gripping him in one hand. He flinched, grimaced. "Don't move," she warned. He became still. "How many of the little boys you've molested have you killed?"
"I don't know, Mistress, I don't keep count. I've done it for many years, since I was young. I don't always kill them. Most live."
"Make a good guess."
He thought a moment. "More than eighty. Less than one hundred twenty."
Zedd could see a glint off the knife as she put it under him. Chase unfolded his arms and stood up straighter, his jaw muscles tightening when he heard what Demmin Nass had done.
"I'm going to cut these off. When I do, I don't want you to make a sound," she whispered. "Not one sound. Don't even flinch."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Look into my eyes. I wish to see it in your eyes."
Her arm with the knife strained, and jerked up. The blade came up red.
Demmin's knuckles around the mace were white.
The Mother Confessor rose to her feet in front of him. "Hold out your hand."
Demmin held a shaking hand before her. She put the bloody sack in his palm.
"Eat them."
Chase smiled as he watched. "Good for her," he whispered to no one in particular. "A woman who knows the meaning of justice." She stood before him, watching, until he finished. She tossed the knife aside. "Give me the mace."
He handed it up. "Mistress, I am losing a lot of blood. I don't know if I can remain upright."
"It will displease me greatly if you don't. Just hold on. It won't be long."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Was what you told me about Richard, the Seeker, true?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Kahlan's voice was deadly calm. "All of it?"
Demmin thought a moment, to be sure. "All that I told you, Mistress."
"There is some you did not tell me?"
"Yes, Mistress. I did not tell you that Mord-Sith Denna also took him as her mate. I presume so that she might hurt him more."
There was an eternity of silence. Kahlan stood motionless over Demmin. Zedd could hardly breathe with the pain, could hardly breath past the lump in his throat. His knees shook.
Kahlan's voice came so soft, Zedd could hardly hear it. "And you are sure he is dead?"
"I did not see him killed, Mistress. But I am sure."
"Why is that?"
"It looked to me as if Master Rahl was in the mood to kill him, and even if he didn't, Denna would have. That is what Mord-Sith do.
"Spread your legs," she ordered in an icy voice. She reached down between his legs, gripping him in one hand. He flinched, grimaced. "Don't move," she warned. He became still. "How many of the little boys you've molested have you killed?"
"I don't know, Mistress, I don't keep count. I've done it for many years, since I was young. I don't always kill them. Most live."
"Make a good guess."
He thought a moment. "More than eighty. Less than one hundred twenty."
Zedd could see a glint off the knife as she put it under him. Chase unfolded his arms and stood up straighter, his jaw muscles tightening when he heard what Demmin Nass had done.
"I'm going to cut these off. When I do, I don't want you to make a sound," she whispered. "Not one sound. Don't even flinch."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Look into my eyes. I wish to see it in your eyes."
Her arm with the knife strained, and jerked up. The blade came up red.
Demmin's knuckles around the mace were white.
The Mother Confessor rose to her feet in front of him. "Hold out your hand."
Demmin held a shaking hand before her. She put the bloody sack in his palm.
"Eat them."
Chase smiled as he watched. "Good for her," he whispered to no one in particular. "A woman who knows the meaning of justice." She stood before him, watching, until he finished. She tossed the knife aside. "Give me the mace."
He handed it up. "Mistress, I am losing a lot of blood. I don't know if I can remain upright."
"It will displease me greatly if you don't. Just hold on. It won't be long."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Was what you told me about Richard, the Seeker, true?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Kahlan's voice was deadly calm. "All of it?"
Demmin thought a moment, to be sure. "All that I told you, Mistress."
"There is some you did not tell me?"
"Yes, Mistress. I did not tell you that Mord-Sith Denna also took him as her mate. I presume so that she might hurt him more."
There was an eternity of silence. Kahlan stood motionless over Demmin. Zedd could hardly breathe with the pain, could hardly breath past the lump in his throat. His knees shook.
Kahlan's voice came so soft, Zedd could hardly hear it. "And you are sure he is dead?"
"I did not see him killed, Mistress. But I am sure."
"Why is that?"
"It looked to me as if Master Rahl was in the mood to kill him, and even if he didn't, Denna would have. That is what Mord-Sith do.