Wizard's First Rule - Terry Goodkind [219]
“What’s the purpose of who you are now?”
Her eyebrow lifted. “Why, to please you, Richard. That’s all.”
“With some illusion!”
“No.” Her voice softened. “This is no illusion, it’s the way I appear to myself, most of the time anyway. This is real.”
Richard ignored her answer, pointing up the road with the sword. “What have you done to Zedd?”
She shrugged, looking away with a demure smile. “Merely prevented him from harming me. He is all right. For the moment anyway.” Almond eyes sparkled up from under her eyebrows. “I will kill him later, after you and I have talked.”
His grip on the sword tightened. “And Kahlan?”
Shota redirected her gaze to Kahlan, who stood still, pale, her mouth trembling, her eyes locked on Shota’s every move. Richard knew Kahlan feared this woman more than she feared the snakes. Shota frowned; then it melted back into her coy smile as she returned her gaze to him.
“She is a very dangerous woman.” Her eyes flashed with knowing that went well beyond the years she appeared to be. “More dangerous than even she knows. I have to protect myself from her.” She shrugged again, deftly catching the corner of a floating wisp of her dress. When she did, the rest of the dress settled down, as if the breeze had died. “So I did that to keep her still. If she moves, they will bite her. If she doesn’t, they won’t.” Shota thought a moment. “I will kill her later, too.” Her voice seemed too gentle, too pleasant for the words she spoke.
Richard considered using the sword to take off the witch woman’s head. His rage demanded it. He visualized it powerfully in his mind, hoping Shota could see it, too. Then he put the fury down a little, but still at the ready.
“And me? Are you not afraid of me?”
Shota gave a little laugh, a smile. “A Seeker?” Her fingers went to her lips as if to try to hide her amusement. “No, I don’t think so.”
Richard could barely contain himself. “Perhaps you should be.”
“Perhaps. Perhaps in normal times. But these are not normal times. Otherwise, why would you be here? To kill me? You have just saved me.” She gave him a look that said he should be ashamed of himself for saying something so stupid, then walked around him, one full turn. He turned with her, keeping the sword between them, although she seemed unconcerned by it. “These are times that demand strange alliances, Richard. Only the strong are wise enough to recognize this.” She stopped, folded her arms, appraising him with a thoughtful smile. “My hero. Why, I can’t remember the last time anyone thought to save my life.” She leaned toward him. “Very gallant. It truly was.” She slipped an arm around his waist. Richard wanted to stop her, but somehow he didn’t.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I had my motives.” He found her easy manner unnerving, and fiercely attractive. He knew he had no reason to feel attracted to her. She had just said she was going to kill his two best friends, and by Kahlan’s manner he knew it was no vain boast. Worse, he had the sword out, the sword’s anger out. He realized that even its magic was being bewitched. He felt as if he were drowning, and to his surprise, was finding the experience pleasant.
Her smile widened, making her almond eyes sparkle. “As I said, only the strong are wise enough for the alliances needed. The wizard wasn’t wise enough; he tried to kill me. She isn’t wise enough; she would also. She didn’t even want to come here. Only you were wise enough to see that these times demand an alliance such as ours.”
Richard struggled to maintain a level of outrage. “I make no alliances with those who would kill my friends.”
“Even if they try to kill me first? Have I no right to defend myself? Am I to lay down and die, because it’s your friends who would do the killing? Richard,” she said, shaking her head with a frown and a smile, “think about what you are saying. Look at it from my eyes.”
He thought about it, but said nothing. She gave his waist an affectionate squeeze.
“But you were very gallant. You, my hero, have done a