"Terry Goodkind - Sword Of Truth 10 - Phantom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goodkind Terry)

hidden in the obscurity of night52;that could help illuminate the hidden memories of her past and
bring to light what was concealed by the murky mystery of who she was. She had a fierce longing
to be free of the Sisters, a burning desire to live her own life52;to know what her life really was.
That much she knew about herself. She knew, too, that her convictions had to be founded in
experience. It was obvious to her that there had to be something there52;people and events52;that
had helped make her the woman she was, but try as she might to recall them, they were lost to
her.
That terrible day she stole the boxes for the Sisters, she had promised herself that someday she
would find the truth of who she was, and she would be free.
When Sister Ulicia knocked a third time, a muffled voice came from inside.
"I heard you!" It was a man's voice. His bare feet thumped down wooden stairs. "I'll be right
there! A moment, please!"
His annoyance at having been awakened in the middle of the night was layered over with forced
deference to potential customers.
Sister Ulicia turned a sullen look on Kahlan. "You know that we have business here." She lifted a
cautionary finger before Kahlan's face. "Don't you even think of giving us any trouble, or you'll
get what you got the last time."
Kahlan swallowed at the reminder. "Yes, Sister Ulicia."
"Tovi had better have gotten us a room," Sister Cecilia complained. "I'm in no mood to be told
the place is full."
"There will be room," Sister Armina said with soothing assurance, cutting off Sister Cecilia's
habit of always assuming the worst.
Sister Armina wasn't older, like Sister Cecilia, but nearly as young and attractive as Sister Ulicia.
To Kahlan, though, their looks were insignificant in light of their inner nature. To Kahlan, they
were vipers.
"One way or another," Sister Ulicia added under her breath as she glared at the door, "there will
be room."
Lightning arced through the greenish, roiling clouds, releasing an earsplitting boom of thunder.

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The door opened a crack. The shadowed face of a man peered out at them as he worked to button
up his trousers under his nightshirt. He moved his head a little to each side so that he could take
in the strangers.
Judging them to be less than dangerous, he pulled open the door and with a sweeping gesture
ushered them inside.
"Come on in, then," he said. "All of you."
"Who is it?" A woman called out as she descended the stairs to the rear. She carried a lantern in
one hand and held the hem of her nightdress up with the other so that she wouldn't trip on it as
she hurried down the steps.
"Four women traveling in the middle of a rainy night," the man told her, his gruff tone alluding to
what he thought of such a practice.
Kahlan froze in midstride. He'd said "four women."
He had seen all four of them and had remembered as much long enough to say so. As far as she
could recall, such a thing had never happened before. No one but her masters, the four Sisters52;
the three with her and the one they had come to meet52;ever remembered seeing her.
Sister Cecilia shoved Kahlan in ahead of her, apparently not catching the significance of the
remark.