tg.wizardfirstrule-第118章

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　She　sobbed　for　a　moment　before　she　answered；　her　fingers　clutching　tighter　at　his　shirt。　〃I　promise。〃
　
　After　a　time　of　standing；　holding　her；　trying　to　get　control　of　himself；　fighting　back　the　blackness；　he　forced　a　smile。　〃You're　wrong　about　one　thing。〃
　
　〃And　what　would　that　be？〃
　
　〃You　said　no　man　can　mand　a　Confessor。　You　are　wrong。　I　mand　the　Mother　Confessor　herself。　You　are　sworn　to　protect　me；　I　hold　you　to　your　duty　as　my　guide。〃
　
　She　laughed　a　painful　little　laugh　against　his　chest。　〃It　would　appear　you　are　right。　Congratulations…you　are　the　first　man　ever　to　have　done　so。　And　what　does　my　master　mand　of　his　guide？〃
　
　〃That　she　doesn't　give　me　any　more　trouble　about　ending　her　life；　I　need　her。　And　that　she　gets　us　to　the　Queen；　and　the　box；　before　Rahl；　and　then　sees　us　safely　away。〃
　
　Kahlan　nodded　her　head　against　his　chest。　〃By　your　mand；　my　lord。〃　She　separated　from　him；　put　her　hands　on　his　upper　arms；　and　gave　them　a　squeeze　as　she　smiled　through　her　tears。　〃How　is　it　that　you　can　always　make　me　feel　better；　even　at　the　worst　times　of　my　life？〃。
　
　He　shrugged；　forcing　himself　to　smile　for　her；　even　though　he　was　dying　inside。　〃I　am　the　Seeker。　I　can　do　anything。〃　He　wanted　to　say　more；　but　his　voice　failed　him。
　
　Her　smile　widened　as　she　shook　her　head。　〃You　are　a　very　rare　person；　Richard　Cypher；〃　she　whispered。
　
　He　only　wished　he　were　alone　so　he　could　cry
　
　CHAPTER　35
　WITH　HIS　BOOT；　RICHARD　pushed　little　piles　of　dirt　over　the　dying　embers　of　the　fire；　snuffing　out　the　only　heat　in　the　dawn　of　the　cold　new　day。　The　sky　was　brightening　into　an　icy　blue；　and　a　sharp　wind　blew　from　the　west。　Well；　at　least　the　wind　would　be　at　their　backs；　he　thought。　Near　his　other　boot　lay　the　roasting　stick　that　Kahlan　had　used　to　cook　the　rabbit…the　rabbit　she　had　caught　herself；　with　a　snare　he　had　taught　her　to　make。
　
　He　felt　his　face　flush　with　the　thought　of　that；　the　thought　of　him；　a　woods　guide；　teaching　her　things　like　that。　The　Mother　Confessor。　More　than　a　queen。　Queens　bow　to　the　Mother　Confessor；　she　had　said。　He　felt　as　foolish　as　he　had　ever　felt　in　his　life。　Mother　Confessor。　Who　did　he　think　he　was？　Zedd　had　tried　to　warn　him；　if　he　had　only　listened。
　
　Emptiness　threatened　to　consume　him。　He　thought　of　his　brother；　his　friends　Zedd　and　Chase。　Though　it　didn't　fill　the　void；　at　least　he　had　them。　Richard　watched　Kahlan　shouldering　her　pack。　She　had　no　one；　he　thought；　her　only　friends；　the　other　Confessors；　were　dead。　She　was　alone　in　the　world；　alone　in　the　Midlands；　surrounded　by　people　she　was　trying　to　save；　who　feared　and　hated　her；　and　enemies　who　wanted　to　kill　her；　or　worse；　and　not　even　her　wizard　to　protect　her。
　
　He　understood　why　she　had　been　afraid　to　tell　him。　He　was　her　only　friend。　He　felt　even　more　foolish　for　thinking　only　of　himself。　If　her　friend　was　all　he　could　be；　then　that's　what　he　would　be。　Even　if　it　killed　him。
　
　〃It　must　have　been　hard　to　tell　me；〃　he　said　as　he　adjusted　the　sword　at　his　hip。
　
　She　pulled　her　cloak　around　herself；　against　the　gusts　of　cold　wind。　Her　face　had　resumed　once　more　the　calm　expression　that　showed　nothing；　except　that；　as　well　as　he　knew　her；　he　could　now　read　the　trace　of　pain　in　it。　〃It　would　have　been　easier　to　have　killed　myself。〃
　
　He　watched　as　she　turned　and　started　off；　then　followed　after　her。　If　she　had　told　him　in　the　beginning；　he　wondered；　would　he　still　be　with　her？　If　she　had　told　him　before　he　had　e　to　know　her；　would　he　have　been　too　afraid　to　be　near　her；　same　as　everyone　else？　Maybe　she　had　been　right　in　being　afraid　to　tell　him　sooner。　But　then；　if　she　had；　it　might　have　spared　him　what　he　was　feeling　now。
　
　Near　to　midday；　they　came　to　a　juncture　of　trails；　marked　with　a　stone　half　again　as　tall　as　he。　Richard　stopped；　studying　the　symbols　cut　into　the　polished　faces。
　
　〃What　do　they　mean？〃
　
　〃They　give　direction　to　different　towns　and　villages；　and　their　distances；〃　she　said；　warming　her　hands　under　her　armpits。　She　inclined　her　head　toward　a　trail。　〃If　we　want　to　avoid　people；　this　trail　is　best。〃
　
　〃How　much　farther？〃
　
　She　looked　at　the　stone　again。　〃I　usually　travel　the　roads　between　towns；　not　these　less…traveled　trails。　The　stone　does　not　give　the　distance　by　the　trail；　only　by　the　roads；　but　I　would　guess　a　few　more　days。〃
　
　Richard　drummed　his　fingers　on　the　hilt　of　his　sword。　〃Are　there　any　towns　near？〃
　
　She　nodded。　〃We　are　an　hour　or　two　from　Homers　Mill。　Why？〃
　
　〃We　could　save　ourselves　time　if　we　had　horses。〃
　
　She　looked　up　the　trail　toward　the　town；　as　if　she　could　some…　how　see　it。　〃Homers　Mill　is　a　lumber　town；　a　sawmill。　They　would　have　a　lot　of　horses；　but　it　may　not　be　a　good　idea。　I　have　heard　their　sympathies　lie　with　D'Hara。〃
　
　〃Why　don't　we　go　have　a　look；　if　we　had　horses；　it　could　save　us　a　day　at　least。　I　have　some　silver；　and　a　piece　or。　two　of　gold。　Maybe　we　could　buy　some。〃
　
　〃I　guess　if　we　are　careful；　we　could　go　have　a　look。　But　don't　you　dare　pull　out　any　of　your　silver　or　gold。　It　is　Westland　marked；　and　these　people　view　anyone　from　across　the　western　boundary　as　a　threat。　Stories　and　superstition。〃
　
　〃Well；　how　will　we　get　horses　then？　Steal　them？〃
　
　She　lifted　an　eyebrow。　〃Have　you　forgotten　so　soon？　You　are　with　the　Mother　Confessor。　I　have　but　to　ask。〃
　
　Richard　covered　his　displeasure　as　best　he　could　with　a　blank　face。　〃Let's　go　have　a　look。〃
　
　Homers　Mill　sat　hard　on　the　edge　of　the　Callisidrin　River；　drawing　both　power　for　the　sawmills　and　transportation　for　the　logs　and　lumber　from　the　muddy　brown　water。　Spillways　snaked　through　the　work　areas；　and　ramshackle　mill　buildings　loomed　over　the　other　structures。　Stickered　stacks　of　lumber　lay　row　upon　row　under　roofs　of　open　buildings；　and　even　more　lay　under　tarps；　waiting　for　either　barges　to　take　them　by　river　or　wagons　to　take　them　by　road。　Houses　squatted　close　together　on　the　hillside　above　the　mill；　looking　as　if　they　had　started　life　as　temporary　shelter　and　as　the　years　had　worn　on；　became　unfortunately　permanent。
　
　Even　from　a　distance；　Richard　and　Kahlan　both　knew　that　something　was　wrong。　The　mill　was　silent；　the　streets　empty。　The　whole　town　should　have　been　alive　with　activity。　There　should　have　been　people　at　the　shops；　on　the　docks；　at　the　mill；　and　in　the　streets；　but　there　was　no　sign　of　beast　or　man。　The　town　hunched　in　quiet；　except　for　some　tarps　flapping　in　the　wind；　and　a　few　squeaking　and　banging　tin　panels　on　the　mill　buildings。
　
　When　they　got　close　enough；　the　wind　brought　something；　other　than　flapping　tarps　and　banging　tin；　it　brought　the　putrid　smell　of　death。　Richard　checked　that　his　sword　was　loose　in　its　scabbard。
　
　Bodies；　puffy　and　swollen；　nearly　ready　to　burst；　stretched　but…　tons；　and　oozed　fluid　that　attracted　clouds　of　flies。　The　dead　lay　in　corners　and　up　against　buildings；　like　autumn　leaves　blown　into　piles。　Most　had　ghastly　wounds；　some　were　pierced　through　with　broken　lances。　The　silence　seemed　alive。　Doors；　smashed　in　and　broken；　hung　at　odd　angles　from　a　single　hinge；　or　lay　in　the　street　with　personal　belongings　and　broken　pieces　of　furniture。　Windows　in　every　building　were　shattered。　Some　of　the　buildings　were　nothing　more　than　cold；　charred　piles　of　beams　and　rubble。　Richard　and　Kahlan　both　held　their　cloaks　across　their　noses　and　mouths；　trying　to　shield　themselves　against　the　stench　as　their　eyes　were　pulled　to　the　dead。
　
　〃Rahl？〃　he　asked　her。
　
　She　studied　different　tumbled　bodies　from　a　distance。　〃No。　This　is　not　the　way　Rahl　kills。　This　was　a　battle。〃
　
　〃Looks　more　like　a　slaughter　to　me。〃
　
　She　nodded　her　agreement。　〃Remember　the　dead　among　the　Mud　People？　That　is　what　it　looks　like　when　Rahl　kills。　It　is　always　the　same。　This　is　different。〃
　
　They　walked　along　through　the　town；　staying　close　to　the　buildings；　away　from　the　center　of　the　street；　occasionally　having　to　step　over　the　gore。　Every　shop　was　looted；　and　what　wasn't　carried　off　was　destroyed。　From　one　shop；　a　bolt　of　pale　blue　cloth；　with　evenly　spaced　dark…　stains；　had　unwound　itself　across　the　road；　as　if　it　had　been　thrown　out　because　its　owner　had　ruined　it　in　death。　Kahlan　pulled　his　sleeve；　and　pointed。　On　the　wall　of　a　building　was　written　a　message…in　blood。　DEATH　TO
　
　ALL　WHO　RESIST　THE　WESTLAND。
　
　〃What　do　you　suppose　that　means？〃　she　whispered；　as　if　the　dead　might　hear　her。
　
　He　stared　at　the　dripping　words。　〃I　can't　even　imagine。〃　He　started　off　again；　turning　back　twice　to　frown　at　the　words　on　the　wall。
　
　Richard's　eye　was　caught　by　a　cart　sitting　in　front　of　a　grain　store。　The　cart　was　half　loaded　with　small　furniture　and　clothes；　the　wind　whipping　at　the　sleeves　of　little　dresses。　He　exchanged　a　glance　with　Kahlan。　Someone　was　left　alive；　and　it　looked　as　if　they　were　preparing　to　leave。
　
　He　stepped　carefully　through　the　empty　doorframe　of　the　grain　store；　Kahlan　close　at　his　back。　Streamers　of　sunlight　ing　through　the　door　and　window　sent　shafts　through　the　dust　inside　the　building；　falling　on　spilled　sacks　of　grain　and　broken　barrels。　Richard　stood　just　inside　the　doorway；　to　one　side；　wi