"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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