"Terry Goodkind - Sword of Truth 4 - Temple of the Winds" - читать интересную книгу автора (Goodkind Terry)

"Well, that sounds innocent enough - feeding seeds to chipmunks."
Cara flexed her armored fist again as they swept between two D'Haran guards.
"He is teaching them to eat those seeds," she said through clenched teeth,
"out of Raina and Berdine's hands. The two of them were giggling!" She aimed a
mortified expression toward the ceiling as she threw her hands up. Her Agiel
swung on the gold chain at her wrist. "Mord-Sith - giggling!"
Kahlan pressed her lips tight, trying to keep from breaking into laughter.
Cara pulled her long blond braid forward, over her shoulder, stroking it in a
way that provoked in Kahlan an unsettling memory of the way Shota, the witch
woman, stroked her snakes.
"Well," Kahlan said, trying to cool the other woman's indignation, "maybe it's
not by their choice. They are bonded to him. Perhaps Richard ordered it, and
they're simply obeying him."
Cara shot her an incredulous look. Kahlan knew that any of the three Mord-Sith
would defend Richard to the death - they had shown themselves prepared to
sacrifice their lives without hesitation - but though they were bonded to him
through magic, they disregarded his orders wantonly if they judged them
trivial, unimportant, or unwise. Kahlan imagined that it was because Richard
had given them their freedom from the rigid principles of their profession,
and they enjoyed exercising that freedom. Darken Rahl, their former master,
Richard's father, would have killed them in a heartbeat had he even suspected
that they were considering disobeying his orders, no matter how trivial they
were.
"The sooner you wed Lord Rahl the better. Then, instead of teaching chipmunks
to eat out of Mord-Sith hands, he will be eating out of yours."
Kahlan exhaled in a soft, lilting laugh, thinking about being his wife. It
wouldn't be long, now. ' Richard will have my hand, but you should know as
well as anyone that he will not be eating out of it - and I wouldn't want him
to."
"If you regain your senses, come see me, and I will teach you how." Cara
turned her attention to the alert D'Haran soldiers. Men at arms were rushing
everywhere, checking every hall and looking behind every door, no doubt at
Cara's insistence.
"Egan is with Lord Rahl, too. He should be safe while we see to this man."
Kahlan's mirth withered. "How did he get in here, anyway? Did he come in with
the petitioners?"
"No." A professional chill settled back into Cara's tone. "But I intend to
find out. From what I gather, he just walked up to a patrol of guards not far
from the council chambers and asked where he could find Lord Rahl, as if just
anyone can walk in and ask to see the Master of D'Hara, as if he was a head
butcher that anyone can go to if they want a choice cut of mutton."
"That's when the guards asked him why he wanted to see Richard?"
Cara nodded. "I think we should kill him."
Realization wormed up Kahlan's spine in a cold tingle. Cara wasn't simply an
aggressive bodyguard, unconcerned about spilling the blood of others - she was
afraid. She was afraid for Richard.
"I want to know how he got in here. He presented himself to a patrol inside
the palace; he shouldn't have been able to get inside, wandering around
unfettered. What if we have a hitherto-unknown breach in security? Wouldn't it
be better to find out before another comes without the courtesy of announcing