w eugene smith the country doctor

quick way to make money sto

datatime: 2022-09-26 21:03:51 Author:xikjIEas

How? By doing what? Marrying the woman I love? This, you see as vain? This nullifies my right to live in peace? And takes away her right to heal, to get well and live?

Richard, Kahlan whispered, I won't have you begging on my account.

Kahlan held her breath.

She smiled a small smile for Richard, even if he couldn't see it. She wished only that he had not begged on her behalf; he would never, she knew, have begged for anything for himself.

These men knew him as Richard Cypher, a simple woods guide, not as the person he had discovered he was in truth, and who he had become. He was the same man as before, but in so many ways, they had never known him.

In an ominous tone of voice, Richard said, So be it.

Kahlan felt more like a person in her eighties than one in her twenties. She had never been hurt before, not grievously hurt, anyway, not to the point of being on the cusp of death and utterly helpless for so long. She hated it, and she hated that she couldn't do the simplest things for herself. Most of the time she detested that more than the pain.

She was stunned to understand so unexpectedly and so completely life's frailty, her own frailty, her own mortality. She had risked her life in the past and had been in danger many times, but looking back she didn't know if she had ever truly believed that something like this could happen to her. Confronting the reality of it was crushing.

Richard, Kahlan whispered, I won't have you begging on my account.

These were men Richard knew; he had addressed them by name and reminded them of years and deeds shared. He had been patient with them. Patience finally exhausted, he had reached intolerance.

He talks to anyone who has the proper modest attitude to listen to Him, Albert fumed.

Kahlan held her breath.

People fleeing the fighting have been up this way. Men spreading the doctrine of the Imperial Order have been even here, to where I grew up. Their words can sound good - almost make sense - if you don't think, if you just feel. Truth doesn't seem to count for much, He added in afterthought. He answered the unspoken question in her eyes. The men from the Order are gone. The fools out there were just spouting things they've heard, that's all.

These men knew him as Richard Cypher, a simple woods guide, not as the person he had discovered he was in truth, and who he had become. He was the same man as before, but in so many ways, they had never known him.

That's right, said another. Just because you went off and saw some of the world, that don't mean you can come back here thinking you're better than us.

Something inside seemed to have broken that night - some idea of herself, some confidence. She could so easily have died. Their baby could have died before it even had a chance to live.

Besides, another man spoke up, this Imperial Order you warn about has some good things to be said for it. If you weren't so bullheaded, Richard, you'd see that. There's nothing wrong with wanting to see everyone treated decent. It's only being fair minded. It's only right. Those are the Creator's wishes, you've got to admit, and that's what the Imperial Order teaches, too. If you can't see that much good in the Order - well then, you'd best be gone, and soon.

People fleeing the fighting have been up this way. Men spreading the doctrine of the Imperial Order have been even here, to where I grew up. Their words can sound good - almost make sense - if you don't think, if you just feel. Truth doesn't seem to count for much, He added in afterthought. He answered the unspoken question in her eyes. The men from the Order are gone. The fools out there were just spouting things they've heard, that's all.

She was stunned to understand so unexpectedly and so completely life's frailty, her own frailty, her own mortality. She had risked her life in the past and had been in danger many times, but looking back she didn't know if she had ever truly believed that something like this could happen to her. Confronting the reality of it was crushing.

Richard, Kahlan whispered, I won't have you begging on my account.

Another man spoke out with righteous indignation. Besides, you seem to have gotten all high-and-mighty of a sudden, with your fancy clothes and sword, not like you used to be, back when you were a woods guide.

But they intend us to leave. They sound like men who keep the oaths they've sworn.

How long have I been asleep?

How? By doing what? Marrying the woman I love? This, you see as vain? This nullifies my right to live in peace? And takes away her right to heal, to get well and live?

He wore a black, sleeveless undershirt, without his shirt or magnificent gold and black tunic, leaving his muscular arms bare. At his left hip, the side toward her, a flash of light glinted off the pommel of his singular sword. His broad shoulders made the room seem even smaller than it had been only a moment before. His cleanshaven face, his strong jaw, and the crisp line of his mouth perfectly complemented his powerful form. His hair, a color somewhere between blond and brown, brushed the nape of his neck. But it was the intelligence so clearly evident in those penetrating gray eyes of his that from the first had riveted her attention.

FeedBack
Copyright © 2022 Chrales (United States) All rights reserved. The information contained in Chrales (United States) may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed without the prior written authority of Chrales (United States)