He became aware that Catriana was looking at him and he turned to herThis time she didn't look awayHer expression, too, was strange; Devin realized she must be feeling the same edginess and sense of unreality that he wasHe suddenly remembered, vividly, the feel of her head against his shoulder an hour agoAt the time he'd hardly registered the fact, so intent had he been on ErleinHe tried to smile reassuringly, but he didn't think he managed it
"Troubadour, you promised us harp music!" Sandre called out abruptlyThe wizard in the darkness didn't respondDevin had forgotten about thatHe didn't feel much like singing and he didn't think Catriana did either
So, in the event, what happened was that Alessan expressionlessly claimed his Tregean pipes and began to make music alone beside the fire
He played beautifully, with a pared-down economy of sound, melodies so sweetly offered that chanel quilted handbag Devin, in his current mood, could almost imagine Eanna's stars and the blue crescent of the one moon pausing in their movements overhead so as not to have to wheel inexorably away from the grace of that music
Then a short while later Devin realized what Alessan was doing and he felt, abruptly, as if he was going to cryHe held himself very still, to keep control, and he looked at the Prince across the red and orange of the flames
Alessan's eyes were closed as he played, his lean face seemed almost hollowed out, the cheekbones showing clearlyAnd into the sounds he made he seemed to pour, as from a votive temple bowl, both the yearning that drove him, and the decency and care that Devin knew lay at the root of himBut that wasn't it, that wasn't what was making Devin want to cry: Every song that Alessan was playing, every single tune, achingly high and sweet, heartbreakingly clear, chanel wallet one after another, was a song from Senzio
A song for Erlein di Senzio, cloaked in bitterness and the shadows of night by the riverbank alone
I will not say I am sorry, Alessan had told the wizard as the sun had setBut I can tell you that I grieve
And the night, listening to the music the Prince of Tigana made upon his pipes, Devin learned the diiference between the twoHe watched Alessan, and then he watched the others as they looked at the Prince, and it was when he was gazing at Baerd that the need to weep did grow too strongHis own griefs rose to the call of the mountain pipesGrief for Alessan and overmastered ErleinFor Baerd and his haunted night walkingFor Sandre and his ten fingers and his dead sonFor Catriana and himself, all their generation, rootless and cut off from what they were in a world without a homeFor all the myriad accumulations of loss and what men and women shop prada handbags had to do in order to seek redress
Catriana went to the baggage and she opened and poured another bottle of wineAnd as always, it was blueShe filled Devin's glass in silenceShe'd scarcely spoken a word all night, but he felt closer to her than he had in a long timeHe drank slowly, watching the cold smoke rise from his glass and drift away in the cool nightThe stars overhead were like icy points of fire and the moon was as blue as the wine and as far away as freedom, or a home
Devin finished his glass and put it downHe reached for his blanket and lay down himself, wrapping it around himHe found himself thinking about his father and of the twins for the first time in a long time
A few moments later Catriana lay down not far awayUsually she spread her sleeping-roll and blanket on the far side of the fire from where he was, next to the DukeDevin was wise enough now to know that chanel j12 watches there was a certain kind of reaching out in what she did, and that tonight might even mark a chance to begin the healing of what lay badly between them, but he was too drained to know what to do or say among all these complicated sorrows
He said good-night to her, softly, but she did not replyHe wasn't sure if she'd heard him, but he didn't say it againA moment later he opened them again, to look at Sandre across the fireThe Duke was gazing steadily into the flamesDevin wondered what he saw thereHe wondered, but he didn't really want to know, Erlein was a shadow, a darker place in the world against the dark by the riverbankDevin lifted himself on one elbow to look for Baerd, but Baerd had gone away, to walk alone in the night
Alessan hadn't moved, or opened his eyesHe was still playing, lonely and high and sorrowful, when Devin fell asleep
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Devin would watch Alessan watching Baerd as he went away
"I knew a man like him once," Sandre said gravely one night after Baerd had left a warm room in a tavern for a fog-shrouded winter night in the Tregean hills near Borifort"He used to have to go away by himself to fight off a need to kill
"That would be a part of it," Alessan had said
Thoughts of winter, mood of a winter's night
But it was spring now, and as the sap of the earth rose green-gold to the warming light so did Devin feel his own mood lifting to the stir and quickening of the world through which they rode
Wait for springtime, Alessan had said amid the browns and reds of autumn trees and the bare, harvested vinesAnd spring was upon them now, with the Ember Days approaching fast and at last, at long last, they were on the road for Certando and whatever answers lay thereDevin could not quell and did not want to quell the sense rising within him like sap in the chanel cambon tote green woods that whatever was going to happen was going to begin to happen soon
In the second cart beside Baerd he felt gloriously, importantly aliveAhead of them the glint of afternoon sunlight in Catriana's hair was doing something strange and wonderful to his bloodHe was aware of Baerd giving him a curious scrutiny, and caught a half-smile playing across the other's faceA very old ballad of the road, "The Song of the Wayfarer":
I'm a long way from the house where I was born And this is just another winding trail, But when the sun goes down both of the moons will rise And Eanna's stars will hear me tell my tale
Alessan, whatever his mood might be, was almost always ready to join in a song and, sure enough, Devin had the Tregean pipes with him by the second verseHe looked over and caught a wink from the Prince riding beside them
Catriana glanced back at them reprovinglyDevin grinned at her and shrugged, and Alessan's pipes replicas de bolsas suddenly spun into a wilder dance of invitationCatriana tried and failed to suppress a smileShe joined them on the third verse and then led them into the next song
Later, in the summer, Devin would revive that image of the five of them in the first hour of the long ride south and the memory would make him feel very old
He was young that dayIn a way they all were, briefly, even Sandre, joining in on the choruses he knew in a passable baritone voice, reborn into his new identity, with a new hope to his long, unfading dream
Devin took the third song back from Catriana, and sent his high clear voice along the road before them to lead the way down the sunlit, winding trail to Certando, to the Lady of Castle Borso, whoever she might be, and to whatever it was that Alessan had to find in the highlands
First though, nearing sundown, they overtook a traveler on the road
In itself that wasn't unusualThey were still in Ferraut, in the chanel jewelry populated country north of Fort Ciorone where busy highways from Tregea and Corte met the north-south road they were onSolitary travelers, on the other hand, were sufficiently rare for Devin to join Baerd in scanning the sides of the road to see if others were hidden in ambush
A routine precaution, but they were in country where thieves would not survive long and in any case it was still daylightThen as they drew nearer Devin saw the small harp slung over the man's backDevin grinned; they were almost always good company
The man had turned and was waiting for them to catch upThe deep bow he offered Catriana as she pulled the lead cart to a halt beside him was of such courtly grace it almost looked like a parody on the lonely road
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"Heading south with the spring?" she asked, smiling politely at his flattery"The old route?"
"I am indeed," he replied"The old route at the usual timeAnd I'd hate to tell someone as young and beautiful as you how many years I've been doing it
Devin jumped down from beside Baerd and strolled closer to the man to confirm something"I could probably guess," he said, grinning, "because I think I remember youWe did a wedding season in Certando togetherDid you play harp for Burnet di Corte two years ago?"
The sharp eyes looked him up and down"I did," the troubadour admitted after a moment"I'm Erlein di Senzio and I was with damned Burnet for a season all rightThen he cheated me of my wages and I decided I was happier on my own againI thought those were professional voices behind meYou are?"
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Which was impossible
"Farewell," he heard
Farewell, he tried to say, in return
He wasn't sure if he'd actually managed to form the word, or if he'd only thought it, but just then a darkness more encompassing than he had ever known came down over him like a blanket or a mantle, and the difference between the spoken and the unspoken ceased to matter anymore


PART TWO ? DIANORA

Chapter 7

DIANORA COULD REMEMBER THE DAY SHE CAME TO THE Island
The air that autumn morning had been much like it was today at the beginning of spring, white clouds scudding in a high blue sky as the wind had swept the Tribute Ship through the whitecaps into the harbor of ChiaraBeyond harbor and town the slopes mounting to the hills had been wild with fall colorsThe leaves were turning: red and gold and some that clung yet to green, she remembered
The sails of the Tribute Ship so long ago had been red and gold as well: colors of celebration in YgrathShe knew that now, she hadn't known it thenShe had stood on the forward deck of the ship to gaze for the first time at the splendor of Chiara's harbor, at the long pier where the fake cartier watches Grand Dukes used to stand to throw a ring into the sea, and from where Letizia had leaped in the first of the Ring Dives to reclaim the ring from the waters and marry her Duke: turning the Dives into the luck and symbol of Chiara's pride until beautiful Onestra had changed the ending of the story hundreds and hundreds of years ago, and the Ring Dives had ceasedEven so, every child in the Palm knew that legend of the IslandYoung girls in each province would play at diving into water for a ring and rising in triumph, with their hair shining wet, to wed a Duke of power and glory
From near the prow of the Tribute Ship, Dianora had looked up beyond the harbor and palace to gaze at the majesty of snow-crowned Sangarios rising behind themThe Ygrathen sailors had not disturbed her silenceThey had allowed her to come forward to watch the Island approachOnce she'd been safely aboard ship and the ship away to sea they'd been kind to herWomen thought to have a real chance at being chosen for the saishan were always treated well on the Tribute ShipsIt could make a captain's fortune in Brandin's court if he brought home a classic chanel quilted bag hostage who became a favorite of the Tyrant
Sitting now on the southern balcony of the saishan wing, looking out from behind the ornately crafted screen that hid the women from gawkers in the square below, Dianora watched the banners of Chiara and Ygrath flap in the freshening spring breeze, and she remembered how the wind had blown her hair about her face more than twelve years agoShe remembered looking from the bright sails to the slopes of the tree-clad hills running up to Sangarios, from the blue and white of the sea to the clouds in the blue skyFrom the tumult and chaos of life in the harbor to the serene grandeur of the palace just beyondBirds had been wheeling, crying loudly about the three high masts of the Tribute ShipThe rising sun had been a dazzle of light striking along the sea from the eastSo much vibrancy in the world, so rich and fair and shining a morning to be alive
Twelve years ago, and moreShe had been twenty-one years old, and nursing her hatred and her secret like two of Morian's three snakes twining about her heart
She had been chosen for the saishan
The circumstances of her taking had made chanel classic handbags it very likely, and Brandin's celebrated grey eyes had widened appraisingly when she was led before him two days laterShe'd been wearing a silken, pale-colored gown, she remembered, chosen to set off her dark hair and the dark brown of her eyes
She had been certain she would be chosenShe'd felt neither triumph nor fear, even though she'd been pointing her life toward that moment for five full years, even though, in that instant of Brandin's choosing, walls and screens and corridors closed around her that would define the rest of her daysShe'd had her hatred and her secret, and guarding the two of them left no room for anything else
Or so she'd thought at twenty-one
For all she'd seen and lived through, even by then, Dianora reflected twelve years later on her balcony, she'd known very little, dangerously little, about a great many things that mattered far too much
Even out of the wind it was cool here on the balconyThe Ember Days were upon them but the flowers were just beginning in the valleys inland and on the hill slopes, and the true onset of spring was some time off even this far northIt had been gucci boston bag different at home, Dianora remembered; sometimes there would still be snow in the southern highlands when the springtime Ember Days had come and passed
Without looking backwards, Dianora raised a handIn a moment the castrate had brought her a steaming mug of Tregean khavTrade restrictions and tariffs, Brandin was fond of saying in private, had to be handled selectively or life could be too acutely marredKhav was one of the selected thingsOnly in the palace of courseOutside the walls they drank the inferior products of Corte or neutral SenzioOnce a group of Senzian khav merchants had come as part of a trade embassy to try to persuade him of improvements in the crop they grew and the cup it brewedNeutral, indeed, Brandin had said judiciously, tastingSo neutral, it hardly seems to be there
The merchants had withdrawn, consternated and pale, desperately seeking to divine the hidden meaning in the Ygrathen Tyrant's wordsSenzians spent much of their time doing that, Dianora had observed drily to Brandin afterwardShe'd always been able to amuse him, even in the days when she was too young and inexperienced to do it tiffany diamond deliberate

He could almost have slaked his anger, almost have made himself happy, watching the effects of all this ripple through, if it wasn't that small things kept happening
For one, his soldiers began to grow restlessWith an increase in hardship came an increase in tension; more incidents of confrontation occurredEspecially in Tregea where there were always more incidents of confrontationUnder greater stress the mercenaries demanded, predictably, higher payWhich, if he gave it to them, was going to soak up virtually everything he might gain from the confiscations and the new duties
He sent a letter home to the EmperorHis first request in over two yearsAlong with a case of Astibar blue wine, from what were now his own estates in the north, he conveyed an urgent reiteration of his plea to be brought under the Imperial aegisWhich would have meant a subsidy for his mercenaries from the Treasury in Barbadior, or even Imperial troops under his commandAs always, he stressed the chanel quilted bags role he alone played in blocking Ygrathen expansion in this dangerous halfway peninsulaHe might have begun his career here as an independent adventurer, he conceded, with what he saw as a nice turn of phrase, but as an older, wiser man he wished to bind himself more tightly and more usefully to his Emperor than ever before
As for wanting to be Emperor, and wanting the cloak of Imperial sanction thrown over him, however belatedly, well, such things surely did not have to be put into a letter?
He received, by way of reply, an elegant wall-hanging from the Emperor's Palace, commendations on his loyal sentiments, and polite regret that circumstances at home precluded the granting of his request for financingHe was cordially invited to sail home to all suitable honors and leave the tiresome problems of that far land overseas to a colonial expert appointed by the Emperor
That, too, was as usualTurn your new territory over to the EmpireCome home to a parade or two, then hermes wallet spend your days hunting and your money on bribes and hunting gearWait for the Emperor to die without naming a successorThen knife and be knifed in the brawl to succeed him
Alberico sent back sincerest thanks, deep regrets, and another case of wine
Shortly thereafter, at the end of the fall, a number of men in the disgruntled, out-of-favor Third Company withdrew from service and took late-season ship for homeThe commanders of the First and Second used that same week to formally present, purely coincidence of course, their new wage demands and to casually remind him of past promises of land for the mercenariesStarting, it was suggested delicately, with their commanders
He'd wanted to order the two of them throttledHe'd wanted to fry their greedy, wine-sodden brains with a blast of his own magicBut he couldn't afford to do it; added to which, exercising his powers was still a process of some real strain so soon after the encounter in the woods that had nearly killed him
The replica pasha cartier encounter that no one in this peninsula even believed had taken place
What he had done was smile at the two commanders and confide that he had already marked off in his mind a significant portion of the newly claimed Nievolene lands for one of themSiferval, he said, more in sorrow than in anger, had been put out of the running by the conduct of his own men, but these two well, it would be a hard choiceHe would be watching them closely over the next while and would announce his decision in due course
How long a while, exactly, had pursued Karalius of the First
Truly, he could have killed the man even as he stood there, helmet under his arm, eyes hypocritically lowered in a show of deferenceOh, spring, perhaps, he'd said airily, as if such matters should not be of great moment to men of good will
Sooner would be better, had said Grancial of the Second, softly
Alberico had chosen to let his eyes show just a little of what he felt
Sooner would let whichever of us you chanel black tote bag choose have time to see to the proper handling of the land before spring planting, Grancial explained hastilyA little ruffled, as he should be
Perhaps it is so, Alberico had said, noncommittallyI will give thought to this
"By the way," he added, as they reached the door"Karalius, would you be good enough to send me that very competent young captain of yours? The one with the forked black beardI have a special, confidential task that needs a man of his evident qualities Karalius had blinked, and nodded
It was important, very important, not to let them grow too confident, he reflected after they had gone and he'd managed to calm himselfAt the same time, only a genuine fool antagonized his troopsThe more so, if he had ultimate plans to lead them homeBy invitation of the Emperor, preferably, but not necessarilyNot, to be sure, necessarily
On further reflection, triggered by that line of thought, he did raise taxes in Tregea, Certando, and Ferraut to match the new levels in mulberry vintage Ast