Wizards First Rule by Terry Goodkind

Author:Terry Goodkind [Goodkind, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780795330766
Publisher: Tor Books
Published: 2008-08-20T18:26:10+00:00

'Don't you curse at me, Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander,' Delora grumbled back.

He ignored the sorceress, rubbing his smooth chin as he considered the book before him. 'Welcome, Abigail.'

Abby's fingers fumbled at the sack. But then she remembered herself and curtsied. 'Thank you for seeing me, Wizard Zorander. It is of vital importance that I have your help. As I've already told you, the lives of innocent children are at stake.'

Wizard Zorander finally peered up. After appraising her a long moment he straightened. 'Where does the line lie?'

Abby glanced to the sorceress on one side of her and then the Mother Confessor on the other side. Neither looked back.

'Excuse me, Wizard Zorander? The line?'

The wizard's brow drew down. 'You imply a higher value to a life because of a young age. The line, my dear child, across which the value of life becomes petty. Where is the line?'

'But a child -'

He held up a cautionary finger. 'Do not think to play on my emotions by plying me with the value of the life of a child, as if a higher value can be placed on life because of age. When is life worth less? Where is the line? At what age? Who decides?

'All life is of value. Dead is dead, no matter the age. Don't think to produce a suspension of my reason with a callous, calculated twisting of emotion, like some slippery officeholder stirring the passions of a mindless mob.'

Abby was struck speechless by such an admonition. The wizard turned his attention to the Mother Confessor.

'Speaking of bureaucrats, what did the council have to say for themselves?'

The Mother Confessor clasped her hands and sighed. 'I told them your words. Simply put, they didn't care. They want it done.'

He grunted his discontent. 'Do they, now?' His hazel eyes turned to Abby. 'Seems the council doesn't care about the lives of even children, when the children are D'Haran.' He wiped a hand across his tired-looking eyes. 'I can't say I don't comprehend their reasoning, or that I disagree with them, but dear spirits, they are not the ones to do it. It is not by their hand. It will be by mine.'

'I understand, Zedd,' the Mother Confessor murmured.

Once again he seemed to notice Abby standing before him. He considered her as if pondering some profound notion. It made her fidget. He held out his hand and waggled his fingers. 'Let me see it, then.'

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