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Wizards First Rule :: Goodkind Terry
Страница: 606 из 638Matesof Mord-Sith do not live this long: I was surprised he was still alive when I left him. He looked to be in bad shape. I have not seen a man have the Agiel put to the base of his skull that many times and still be alive.
"He cried your name. The only reason Denna hadn't allowed him to die before that day was because Master Rahl wanted to talk to him first. While I did not see it with my own eyes, Mistress, I am sure. Denna held him with the magic of his sword, there could be no escape for him. She had him for a lot longer than is usual, she hurt him more than is usual, she held him on the cusp between life and death longer than is usual. I have never seen a man last as long as he had. For some reason, Master Rahl wanted the Seeker to suffer a long time, which is why he chose Denna; none enjoy it more than her, none have her talent for prolonging the pain, the others don't know how to keep their pets alive that long. If nothing else, he would be dead now from being the mate of a Mord-Sith. He could not have survived until now."
Zedd sank to his knees, his heart breaking with agony. He cried with the pain. He felt as if his world had ended. He didn't want to go on. He wanted to die. What had he done? How could he have allowed Richard to be pulled into this? Richard, of all people. Now he knew why Rahl hadn't killed him when he had had the chance; he wanted Zedd to suffer first. That was the way of a Rahl.
Chase squatted down next to him and put his arm around him. "I'm sorry, Zedd," he whispered. "Richard was my friend, too. I'm so sorry."
"Look at me," Kahlan said, the mace held high in both her hands.
Nass's eyes came up to hers. She brought the mace down with all her strength. With a sickening sound, it buried in his forehead, stuck solid, tearing from her hands as he went down, limp and fluid, as if he had no bones.
Zedd forced himself to stop crying and come to his feet as she walked toward them, picking up a tin bowl from a pack along the way.
She handed the bowl to Chase. "Fill this half full with poison berries from a bloodthroat bush."
Chase looked at the bowl, a little confused. "Now?"
"Yes."
He noticed the warning in Zedd's eyes, and stiffened. "All right." He turned starting to leave, but turned back, taking his heavy black cloak off, putting it around her shoulders, covering her nakedness. "Kahlan…" He stared at her, finally unable to bring forth the words, and went off to his task.
Kahlan gazed fixedly, vacantly, at nothing. Zedd put his arm around her and sat her down on a bedroll.
"He cried your name. The only reason Denna hadn't allowed him to die before that day was because Master Rahl wanted to talk to him first. While I did not see it with my own eyes, Mistress, I am sure. Denna held him with the magic of his sword, there could be no escape for him. She had him for a lot longer than is usual, she hurt him more than is usual, she held him on the cusp between life and death longer than is usual. I have never seen a man last as long as he had. For some reason, Master Rahl wanted the Seeker to suffer a long time, which is why he chose Denna; none enjoy it more than her, none have her talent for prolonging the pain, the others don't know how to keep their pets alive that long. If nothing else, he would be dead now from being the mate of a Mord-Sith. He could not have survived until now."
Zedd sank to his knees, his heart breaking with agony. He cried with the pain. He felt as if his world had ended. He didn't want to go on. He wanted to die. What had he done? How could he have allowed Richard to be pulled into this? Richard, of all people. Now he knew why Rahl hadn't killed him when he had had the chance; he wanted Zedd to suffer first. That was the way of a Rahl.
Chase squatted down next to him and put his arm around him. "I'm sorry, Zedd," he whispered. "Richard was my friend, too. I'm so sorry."
"Look at me," Kahlan said, the mace held high in both her hands.
Nass's eyes came up to hers. She brought the mace down with all her strength. With a sickening sound, it buried in his forehead, stuck solid, tearing from her hands as he went down, limp and fluid, as if he had no bones.
Zedd forced himself to stop crying and come to his feet as she walked toward them, picking up a tin bowl from a pack along the way.
She handed the bowl to Chase. "Fill this half full with poison berries from a bloodthroat bush."
Chase looked at the bowl, a little confused. "Now?"
"Yes."
He noticed the warning in Zedd's eyes, and stiffened. "All right." He turned starting to leave, but turned back, taking his heavy black cloak off, putting it around her shoulders, covering her nakedness. "Kahlan…" He stared at her, finally unable to bring forth the words, and went off to his task.
Kahlan gazed fixedly, vacantly, at nothing. Zedd put his arm around her and sat her down on a bedroll.