““Of course.” Kahlan stared off at the encampment for a moment without seeing it, trying to think of how to put such a thing into words, how to say it out loud. Saying it out loud somehow made it irrevocable. Finally she asked as plainly as she could. “How long do Richard and I have to live if we aren’t cured?” “Well,” Nicci said, thinking it over for a moment, “that is a hard question to answer.” “And I don’t want to hear things like we have ‘a while yet,’ before we die, or ‘not a terribly long... time,’ or other wiggle words like that. I want the truth. I want to know. If we don’t get this poison out of us, how much time do Richard and I have before we die?” When Kahlan turned and looked back at her, Nicci was staring at her. Her blue eyes seemed filled with grim awareness of the death sentence she would pronounce. “The call of death in both of you is growing exponentially. I can’t give you an exact number, but the simple truth is that for both of you it’s at most only a matter of a handful of days.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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