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Jul312010

Erlein waited, his hands motionless on the harp,...
Erlein waited, his hands motionless on the harp, and Devin did, leaving him a space in which to reach upwards alone, yearning towards that high note where confusion and pain and love and death and longing could all be left behind him for a very little while

Chapter 18

NORMALLY WHEN SHE WENT UP ON THE RAMPARTS OF HER castle at sunset it was to look south, watching the play of light and the changing colors of the sky above the mountainsOf late though, as springtime turned towards the summer they had all been waiting for, Alienor found herself climbing to the northern ramparts instead, to pace the guard's walk behind the crenellations or lean upon the cool rough stone, gazing into the distance, wrapped in her shawl against the chill that still came when the sun went down
As if she could actually see as far as Senzio
The shawl was a new one, brought by the messengers from Quileia that Baerd had told them would comeThe ones who carried the messages that could, if all went right, turn the whole world upside downNot just chanel vintage jewelry the Palm: Barbadior too, where the Emperor was said to be dying, and Ygrath, and Quileia itself where, precisely because of what he was doing for them, Marius might not survive
The Quileian messengers had stopped on their way to Fort Ortiz, as was appropriate, to pay their respects to the Lady of Castle Borso and to bring her a gift from the new King of Quileia: an indigo-colored shawl, a color almost impossible to find here in the Palm, and one which was, she knew, a mark of nobility in Quileia, It was evident that Alessan had told this Marius a fair bit about her involvement with him over the yearsMarius of Quileia, it seemed, was one of them; in fact, as Baerd had explained it the afternoon after Alessan had ridden into the Braccio Pass and then away west, Marius was the key to everything
Two days after the Quileians passed through, Alienor began a habit of springtime rides that took her, casually, far enough afield to necessitate one or two overnight stays at neighboring castlesAt which time she relayed a quite tiffany knockoff specific message to half a dozen equally specific peopleBefore Midsummer
Not long afterwards, a silk-merchant and then a singer she rather liked came down to Castle Borso with word of tremendous troop movements among the BarbadiansThe roads were absolutely clogged with mercenaries marching north, they saidShe had raised her eyebrows in quizzical mystification, but had allowed herself more wine than was customary each of those two nights, and had rewarded both men later, after her own fashion
Up on the ramparts at sunset now, she heard a footstep on the stair behind herShe had been waiting for it
Without turning, she said, "You are almost too lateThe sun is nearly gone Which was true; the color of the sky and the thin, underlit clouds in the west had darkened from pink through crimson and purple most of the way down to the indigo she wore about her shoulders
Elena stepped out on the parapet
"I'm sorry," she said, inappropriatelyShe was always apologizing, still uneasy in the castleShe moved to the guard's walk beside Alienor chanel white watches and looked out over the gathering darkness of the late-spring fieldsHer long yellow hair fanned over her shoulders, the ends lifting in the breeze
Ostensibly she was here to serve as a new lady-in-waiting to AlienorShe had brought her two young children and her few belongings into Borso two mornings after the Ember Days had endedIt was considered a good idea that she be established here well before the time that might matterIt appeared, incredibly enough, that there could actually come a time when her being here might matter
Tomaz, the gaunt, aged Khardhu warrior had said that it would be necessary for one of them to stay hereTomaz, who was very clearly not from Khardhun, and just as clearly unwilling to say who he really wasAlienor didn't care about thatWhat mattered was that Baerd and Alessan trusted him, and in this matter Baerd was deferring to the dark, hollow-cheeked man absolutely,
"One of whom, exactly?" Alienor had askedThe four of them had been alone: herself, Baerd and Tomaz, and the red-headed young girl who quilted chanel bag didn't like her, Catriana
Baerd hesitated a long time"One of the Night Walkers," he said finally
She had raised her eyebrows at that, the small outward gesture serving to show all she was prepared to reveal of her inward astonishment
"Really? Here? They are still about?"
Baerd nodded
"And that is where you were last night when you went out?"
After a second Baerd nodded again
The girl Catriana blinked in manifest surpriseShe was clever and quite beautiful, Alienor thought, but she still had rather a great deal to learn
"Doing what?" Alienor asked Baerd
But this time he shook his headShe had expected thatThere were limits with Baerd; she enjoyed trying to push towards themOne night, ten years ago, she had found exactly where his boundaries of privacy lay, in one dimension at leastSurprisingly perhaps, their friendship had deepened from that time on
Now, unexpectedly, he grinned"You could have them all stay here, of course, not just one
She had grimaced with a distaste only partly feigned"One will be sufficient, thank fake fendi spy bag yo

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Cold winds swept down from the Braccio and...
Cold winds swept down from the Braccio and Sfaroni Ranges early in fall bringing snow soon after and a long white winterWolves would howl in the wintry nights and sometimes in the morning strange footmarks could be found in the deep snow, marks that came down from the mountains and then returned
Once, long ago, the village had been near to one of the roads forking northeast from the main highway down from the Sfaroni Pass, in the days when there was still overland trade with Quileia to the southThat was why the ancient tavern was so large in a village now so small, why it had four rooms upstairs for the travelers who had not come for a great many years
Dianora hid her father's silver south of the village on a thickly wooded slope away from the goatherd runs, and she went to work as a serving girl in the tavernThere was no money to pay her of courseShe worked for her room and the scanty board available that first summer and fall, and tiffany silver she labored in the fields with the other women and the young boys to bring home what they could of the harvest
She told them she was from the north, near FerrautThat her mother was dead and her father and brother had gone to warShe said her uncle had begun to abuse her and so she had run awayShe was good with accents and she had the northern speech right enough for them to believe herOr at least to ask no questionsThere were many transients in the Palm in those days, questions were seldom pushed too farShe ate little and worked as hard as any in the fieldsThere was actually little enough to do in the inn, with the men away to warShe slept in one of the rooms upstairs, she even had it to herselfThey were kind enough to her after their fashion, and given the nature of things in that time
When the light and the place were right, morning usually, and in certain of the higher fields, she could look away to the west across the border fendi spy replica towards the river and see the remaining towers and the smoke above what had been AvalleOne morning, late in the year, she realized that she couldn't see anything anymoreThat she hadn't, in fact, seen anything for some timeThe last tower was gone
Around that time the men had begun to come home, beaten and wearyThere was work again in the kitchen and waiting on tables or behind the counter of the barShe was also expected, and had been preparing herself for this as best she could all through the fall, to take a man up to her room if he offered the going rate
Every village seemed to need one such woman, and she was the obvious candidate hereShe tried to make herself not mind, but this was the most difficult thing yetShe had a mission though, a reason for being here, a vengeance to enact, and this, even this, she would tell herself, going up the stairs with someone, was a part of itShe hardened herself, but not always, and not quite 925 tiffany's necklace enough
Perhaps that showed throughSeveral men asked her to marry themOne day she caught herself thinking about one of them as she wiped down the tables after lunchHe was quiet and kind, shy when he took her upstairs, and his eyes would follow her movements in the tavern with a fierce concentration whenever he was there
That day was when she knew it was time for her to leave
She was a little surprised to realize that almost three years had gone by
She slipped away one night, again without a farewell, remembering her arrival even as she wentMeadow flowers were blooming beside the path into the hillsThe air was clean and mildBy the mingled light of the two moons she found her buried silver and walked away without looking back, taking the road north towards the fort at SinaveShe was nineteen years old
Nineteen, and sometime in the past two years she had grown beautifulHer angular boniness had softened, even as her face lost its last traces of gucci men watches girlhoodIt was oval, wide at the cheekbones, almost austereIt changed when she laughed though, and for some reason she still knew how to laugh, becoming warm and animated, the unexpected dance in her dark eyes seeming to promise things that went deeper than amusementMen who had seen her laughing or who had caused her to smile at them would encounter that look again in their dreams, or in the memories that lay on the border of sleep and dream, years after Dianora had gone away
At Sinave the Barbadians disturbed her, with their oppressive size and careless, casual brutalityShe forced herself to be calm and to linger thereTwo weeks would be enough she judgedShe had to leave an impression and a memory
A carefully constructed memory of an ambitious, pretty country girl from some hamlet near the mountainsA girl usually silent during the tavern talk at night but who, when she did speak, told vivid, memorable tales of her home village to the chanel earrings logo sou

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