Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [145]
Zedd straightened his robes. “How many meals have I missed?” he demanded.
Scowling, Adie looked him up and down. “Too many, by the looks of it.”
A grin creased Zedd’s cheeks. He in turn eyed Adie from top to bottom. “You are a fine-looking woman,” he announced. With a bow he took her hand and kissed it lightly, then stood up proud and straight, holding one bony finger skyward. “Zeddicus Zu’l Zorander, humbly at your whim, my dear lady.” He leaned forward. “What’s wrong with your leg?”
“Nothing. It be perfectly fine.”
“No, no,” he said with a frown, pointing. “Not that one, the other.”
Adie looked down at the missing foot, then back up to Zedd. “It does not go all the way to the ground. What be the matter with your eyes?”
“Well, I hope you learned your lesson; you only have one foot left, you know.” Zedd’s frown melted back to a grin. “And the problem with my eyes,” he said in his thin voice, “is that they have been famished, but now they are feasting.”
Adie smiled a little smile. “Would you like a bowl of soup, wizard?”
“I thought you would never ask, sorceress.”
He followed her as she worked her way across the room to the kettle hanging in the fireplace and, after she had dished out two bowls of soup, carried them to the table. Leaning her crutch against the wall, she sat opposite him, and cut a thick slice each of bread and cheese, pushing them across the table to him. Zedd bent over and dug right in, but stopped after one swallow of soup and looked up at her white eyes.
“Richard made this soup,” he said in an even voice, the second spoonful hanging midway between the bowl and his mouth.
Adie tore off a piece of bread and dunked it in the soup as she watched him. “That be true. You be fortunate; mine would not be this good.”
Zedd looked around as he put the spoon down in the bowl. “And where is he?”
Adie took a bite of the bread and chewed, watching Zedd. When she had swallowed, she answered. “He and the Mother Confessor have gone through the pass, to the Midlands. Although he knows her only as Kahlan; she still hides her identity from him.” She went on to tell the wizard the story of how Richard and Kahlan had come to her, seeking her help for their stricken friends.
Zedd picked up the cheese in one hand, the bread in the other, taking alternating bites as he listened to Adie’s tale, wincing at hearing that he had been sustained on gruel.
“He told me to tell you he could not wait for you,” she said, “but that he knew you would understand. The Seeker gave me instructions to pass on to Chase, for him to return and make preparations for when the boundary fails, for the coming of Rahl’s forces. He was sorry he did not know what your plan be, but feared he could not wait.”
“Just as well,” the wizard said under his breath. “My plan does not include him.”
Zedd went back to eating in earnest. When he had finished the soup, he went to the kettle and helped himself to another bowlful. He offered to get Adie more, but she was not yet finished with her first, since she had spent most of the time with her eyes on the wizard. As he sat back down, she pushed more bread and cheese at him.
“Richard keeps a secret from you,” she said in a low voice. “If it were not for this business with Rahl, I would not speak of it, but I thought you should know.”
The light from the lamp lit his thin face and white hair, making him look stark and all the more thin in the sharp shadows. He picked up his spoon, looked down at the soup a moment, then back up at her face.
“As you well know, we all have secrets, wizards more than most. If we all knew each other’s secrets, it would prove a very strange world. Besides, it would take all the fun out of the telling of them.” His thin lips widened in a smile, his eyes sparkled. “But I fear no secret of a person I trust, and he has no need to fear mine. It is part of being friends.”
Adie leaned back in her chair, her blank white eyes stared at him, her small smile came back. “For his sake, I hope you be right in your trust. I would not want to give a wizard cause to