Naked Empire

by Angreal

  Kahlan lifted an arm, pointing. "Look."

  Through the gaps in the crowns of the cedars, against the bright blue sky, they saw a black-tipped race circling high above them, riding the mountain air currents. The races were no longer hunting them. This one was simply looking for its dinner.

  "What's that old saying?" Cara asked. "Something about a bird of prey circling over you at the beginning of a journey being a warning sign."

  "Yes, that's right," Richard said. "But I'm not going to let that old tale bother me; we'll let you come with us anyway."

  Kahlan laughed and received a scolding scowl. Kahlan laughed all the more when Richard started laughing, too. Cara couldn't hold out, and as she turned back to the trail, Richard saw the smile spread across her face.

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  The End Of Naked Empire.