peaks. Shota had only to say or do the wrong thing-to prove herself WOMEN IN BARE FEET a
threat to Richard- and she would be no more.
The road WOMEN IN BARE FEET led up a gentle rise from which Kahlan could see the spires WOMEN IN BARE FEET of
the palace through the trees ahead. Samuel glanced back to make sure she
was still following, but Kahlan didn't need his direction; she
knew that
Shota waited in the grove WOMEN IN BARE FEET of trees below.
The witch woman was the last person Kahlan ever wanted to see again, but
if it was to
be, then, this time, she intended it to be on her terms.
Samuel halted and pointed with a long finger. "Mistress." Yellow eyes
glowered back at Kahlan. "Mistress wants you."
Kahlan
lifted a warning finger to his face. Threads of blue light crackled
around the finger.
"If you get in my WOMEN IN BARE FEET way, or interfere, you will die."
He glanced from her WOMEN IN BARE FEET finger back into her WOMEN IN BARE FEET eyes. His WOMEN IN BARE FEET bloodless lips drew
back as he hissed, and then he skittered off into the trees.
WOMEN IN BARE FEET in a cocoon of seething magic, WOMEN IN BARE FEET Kahlan advanced down the slope toward the
waiting witch woman. The breeze was spring-warm, the day bright and
cheerful. Kahlan felt no cheer.
Sheltered among the towering maples, ash, and oak, sat WOMEN IN BARE FEET a table covered
with WOMEN IN BARE FEET a white cloth and set with food and drink. Beyond the
table, WOMEN IN BARE FEET atop
three WOMEN IN BARE FEET square white marble platforms, stood a massive throne carved with
gold-leaf vines, snakes, and other beasts.