believe. He had been the stupidest of them all. He was too angry with
himself to be ARTISTAS NUDE angry with Michael.
His refusal to see the truth was going to ARTISTAS NUDE cost him everything. He
had no
choices left him now. He ARTISTAS NUDE deserved to die.
With wet eyes held on Michael, Richard slowly dropped to one knee, and
gave the loser's salute.
Michael put his hands on his hips ARTISTAS NUDE and smiled down. "You remember. That ARTISTAS NUDE was
a long time ago, little brother."
Richard rose. " Not so long ago. Some things never ARTISTAS NUDE change; I always loved
ARTISTAS NUDE you. Good-bye, Michael.&ARTISTAS NUDE quot;
Richard gave momentary thought, again, to killing his brother. He knew he
would ARTISTAS NUDE have to do it with the ARTISTAS NUDE anger of the ARTISTAS NUDE sword; he would never be able to
ARTISTAS NUDE bring himself to forgive Michael and make the blade white. For himself,
maybe, but for what he had done to ARTISTAS NUDE Kahlan, and Zedd, never. Killing Michael
wasn't as important as helping Kahlan; he couldn't take the risk just to
soothe his own stupidity. He went through the tent'ARTISTAS NUDE s opening. Michael
followed.
"At least stay and have something to eat. There are other things to
discuss. I'm still not ARTISTAS NUDE sure .. ."
Richard turned back looking at ARTISTAS NUDE his brother standing in front of the tent.
A light mist had begun to fall. ARTISTAS NUDE he realized by the look on Michael's face
that he didn't have any intention of letting him go; he was only
waiting
until he could get to his men for support.
"Do it my way, Michael, please. I have to go."
"You
men," he called to the guards, "ARTISTAS NUDE I want my brother ARTISTAS NUDE to stay with us,
for his own protection."
Three guards started ARTISTAS NUDE for him. Richard leapt over the brush and into the
blackness of the night. ARTISTAS NUDE they followed, clumsily. These were not woodsmen,
they were soldiers. Richard ARTISTAS NUDE didn't want to have to kill them; they were
Westlanders. He slipped through the darkness while the camp came to life
with the sound of orders being yelled. He heard Michael ARTISTAS NUDE yelling
for them to
stop him, but not to kill him., Of course ARTISTAS NUDE not; he wanted to ARTISTAS NUDE hand Richard
over to Darken Rahl personally:
Richard made his way around the camp to the horses, slipping between the
guards. He cut all the lead lines, then mounted one, bareback. He yelled
ARTISTAS NUDE and kicked and slapped at the others. They bolted in panic. Men and horses
ran in every direction. He put his heels to his horse.
The sound of frantic voices faded behind him. His face was wet with mist
and tears as he ran