"No! I just want to know where he is, in case there's trouble." Kahlan ignored the repeated request as they hurried on down the hall. You should let me kill him before he has a chance to try to bring them to pass." "Are you sure he said that, this man? Those were his words?" Red, as they often pointed out, didn't show blood. Whenever there was so much as a whiff of trouble, at least one of the three Mord-Sith seemed to materialize out of nowhere in her red leather. Kahlan wondered how the woman had managed to change into her skintight red leather outfit so fast. We first have to find out what's going on, and we're not going to start out doing it the way you want."Ĭara's smile, humorless as it was, had vanished again. We should not take a risk by letting this man live." "Cara, that's no longer your job-your life.
"That is the job of a Mord-Sith: getting people to answer questions"-she paused as the smile returned to widen with professional satisfaction-"before they die." He will answer any question you have when I'm finished with him." A mirthless smile ghosted across her flawless face. "Oh, I didn't say he wouldn't give us answers before he dies. "We need answers."Īn eyebrow lifted over one icy blue eye. "We can't just kill him," Kahlan explained. Their hasty bows toward Kahlan only briefly interrupted their attention to their task. Though their weapons weren't drawn, every wooden hilt was gripped in a ready fist as vigilant eyes scrutinized the shadows among the doorways and columns to each side. A dozen leather- and chain-mail-clad D'Haran soldiers, their unadorned swords sheathed, or crescent-bladed battle-axes hooked on belt hangers, crossed at an intersection just ahead. The supple leather boots Kahlan wore beneath her elegant, white Confessor's dress whispered against the cold stone as she tried to keep pace without letting her legs break into a run.Ĭara exhibited no response, keeping her blue eyes ahead to the wide corridor stretching into the distance. Let me kill him," Cara said, her boot strikes sounding like rawhide mallets hammering the polished marble floor.
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