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The Mord-Sith considered Je
Finally, the Mord-Sith reached down and with a hand under Sebastian's arm, helped him to his feet. When he was standing steadily, she turned back to Je
"I'd gladly suffer the horsewhipping-and far worse-if it would help protect this Lord Rahl. Get going-and be quick about it." She gave Je
Je
The woman stared long and hard. "I am Nyda," she said at last. "Swear to me, personally, that you will do as you say, and protect him."
"I swear, Nyda. Now, I have to go. I can't spare any more time-not for anything."
Before Je
Je
The woman turned and started up the steps. "Get going, then."
"Are you all right?" the captain asked Sebastian.
Sebastian brushed dirt off his knees as he headed for the steps. "I'd have rather had the horsewhipping than that, but I guess I'll live."
The captain grimaced his sympathy as he comforted his own arm. "I have your things up there, locked away. Your weapons and your money."
"Lord Rahl's money," Sebastian corrected.
Je
"Oh," the Mord-Sith called back down the steps. She had paused, her hand on the rusty rail as they rushed up after her. "I forgot to tell you."
"Forgot to tell us what?" Je
"That official who came to get me? The one in white robes?"
"Yes?" Je
"After he came for me, he was going to go looking for Wizard Rahl, to bring him down to see you, too."
Je
"Lord Rahl is far to the south," the captain scoffed as he came up the stairs behind them.
"Not Lord Rahl," Nyda said. "Wizard Rahl. Wizard Nathan Rahl."