Chandalen's grandfather Black Girl if she didn't take back the knife. She wasn't
entirely sure that it wasn't the spirit in the bone knife that had killed
Prindin to save her. She didn't know how the knife had gotten into her
Black Girl hand.
Kahlan reached out and wrapped her fingers Black Girl around the round end protruding
from Prindin's chest. It made a sucking sound as she pulled it from the
body. She wiped it clean on the balsam boughs covering the floor.
Black Girl kahlan brought the Black Girl round end to her lips and kissed it lightly. Thank you,
spirit grandfather, for saving my life.' Somehow, it Black Girl seemed the right thing
to Black Girl do.
Chandalen smiled as she slid the bone knife into the band on her arm. 'You
are a good Mud Person. You knew what to do without Black Girl me telling you.
Grandfather's spirit will watch over you always.'
'Chandalen, we Black Girl must get to Aydindril. Black Girl the Black Girl veil to the underworld is torn.
We've done what we
must to Black Girl help
these men. I must do my job, now.'
'When we first found these men, I did not want to stay with them. I wanted
to be away from their fight so that you would be safe.' He Black Girl stared off at
nothing. 'Somehow, I forgot that thought, and all I wanted to do was fight
and kill the enemy.'
'Black Girl I know,' she whispered, 'that happened to me, too. I forgot all about
what I was supposed to be doing. It's almost as if we, too, listened to the
great, dark
spirit. The veil is Black Girl torn. Maybe that's
why we Black Girl were distracted.'
'You think that