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Abby's own fine, dark brown hair covered her ears but no more.Д¬oming through the city on the way to the Keep, it had been hard for her not to gape at noble women with hair to their shoulders and even a little beyond. Other than her mother, no woman in Abby's small town of Coney Crossing was sufficiently important to have hair long enough to touch the shoulders. The woman had come to see Abby's mother and Abby, not ten years at the time, had been unable to keep from staring at the Confessor's long hair. In her whole life, Abby had seen a Confessor only once before. The alliance of the Midlands, headed by the Mother Confessor herself, held council in the palace, and there, too, lived the Confessors. On her way up to the Keep, there was rarely a turn in the winding road that hadn't offered Abby a view of the sprawling splendour in white stone that was the Confessor's Palace.

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They had looked to her to be little more than boys, but boys with the thin veneer of youth shedding too soon, like a snake casting off its skin before its time, leaving the emerging maturity scarred.ДЄbby had also seen such an array of important people as she could scarcely believe: sorceresses, councillors, and even a Confessor come up from the Confessor's Palace down in the city. Some wore uniforms still filthy with dirt, soot, and blood from recent battles.ДЄbby had even seen two officers from her homeland of Pendisan Reach. The officer, his grim gaze unseeing as he swept by, didn't return the salute as the bridge guards clapped fists to the armour over their hearts.ДЄll day soldiers from different lands, as well as the Home Guard from the vast city of Aydindril below, had been coming and going from the Keep. item 2 Terry Goodkind Sword of Truth Series: Books 15-16 Unabridged MP3 Audiobooks 2 -Terry Goodkind Sword of Truth Series: Books 15-16 Unabridged MP3.

Abby and the rest of the supplicants waiting at the head of the stone bridge moved tighter to the side, even though the soldiers had ample room to pass. 'ДЄn officer, trailed by a troop of assistants, aides, and guards, marched out from under the massive portcullis that loomed nearby. 'Something precious?'ДЄbby clutched the burlap sack to herself as she shrank a little from the grinning woman. ' As the woman peered up, she licked the tip of her tongue through the slot where a tooth was missing. She turned to the hunched old woman in front of her. The sinister spectre of the Keep had seemed to be staring back the whole of the day as Abby had waited. Abby was watching a distant flock of whistling swans, graceful white specks against the dark soaring walls of the Keep, as they made their interminable journey past ramparts, bastions, towers and bridges lit by the low sun.