Sunday, January 24, 2010 - The eastern gate was where everyone was going, to...
The eastern gate was where everyone was going, to see the Sandreni bring their dead lord home after eighteen yearsA quarter of an hour earlier, Adreano would have been on his feet with the others, sweeping on his triple cloak, racing to reach the gate in time for a good viewing postHis brain leapt to follow the Tregean's voice down this new pathway, and understanding flashed in him like a rushlight in darkness
?You see, don?t you?" his new acquaintance said flatlyThey were alone at the boothNerone had lingered to precipitously drain whatever khav had been left unfinished in the rush for the doors and had then followed the others out into the autumn sunshine and the breeze
?I think I do,? Adreano said, working it out?Sandre wins by losing
?By losing a battle he never really cared about,? the other amended, a keenness in his grey eyes?I doubt the clergy ever mattered to him at allThey weren?t his enemyHowever subtle Alberico may be, the fact is that he won this province and Tregea and Ferraut and Certando because of his army and his sorcery, and he holds the Eastern Palm only through those thingsSandre d?Astibar ruled this city and its province for twenty-five years through half a dozen rebellions and assassination attempts that I?ve canvas gucci bags heard ofHe did it with only a handful of sometimes loyal troops, with his family, and with a guile that was legendary even thenWhat would you say to the suggestion that he refused to let the priests and priestesses into his death-room last night simply to induce Alberico to seize that as a face-saving condition today?
Adreano didn?t know what he would sayWhat he did know was that he was feeling a zest, an excitement, that left him left him unsure whether what he wanted just then was a sword in his hand or a quill and ink to write down the words that were starting to tumble about inside him
"What do you think will happen," he asked, with a deference that would have astonished his friends
"I'm not sure," the other said frankly"But I have a growing suspicion that the Festival of Vines this year may see the beginning of something none of us could have expected
He looked for a moment as if he would say more than that, but did not
Instead he rose, clinking a jumble of coins onto the table to pay for his khavRehearsal-time: I'm with a company I've never played with beforeLast year's plague caused havoc among the traveling musicians, that's how I got my reprieve from the goats
He grinned, then glanced up at the wager board on the wall"Tell your coco chanel handbags friends I'll be here before sunset three days from now to settle the matter of Chiara's poetic condolences
"Farewell," Adreano said automatically, and watched as the other walked from the almost empty room
The owner and his wife were moving about collecting mugs and glasses and wiping down the tables and benchesAdreano signaled for a last drinkA moment later, sip?ping his khav, unlaced this time to clear his head, he realized that he'd forgotten to ask the musician his name
Chapter 2
DEVIN WAS HAVING A BAD DAY
At nineteen he had almost completely reconciled himself to his lack of size and to the fair-skinned boyish face the Triad had given him to go with thatIt had been a long time since he'd been in the habit of hanging by his feet from trees in the woods near the farm back home in Asoli, striving to stretch a little more height out of his frame
The keenness of his memory had always been a source of pride and pleasure to him, but a number of the memories that came with it were notHe would have been quite happy to be able to forget the afternoon when the twins, returning home from hunting with a brace of grele, had caught him suspended from a tree upside downSix years later it still rankled him that his brothers, normally so swiss cartier pasha seatimer reliably obtuse, had immediately grasped what he was trying to do
"We'll help you, little one!" Povar had cried joyfully, and before Devin could right himself and scramble away Nico had his arms, Povar his feet, and his burly twin brothers were stretching him between them, cackling with great good humor all the whileEnjoying, among other things, the ambit of Devin's precociously profane vocabulary
Well, that had been the last time he actually tried to make himself tallerVery late that same night he'd sneaked into the snoring twins' bedroom and carefully dumped a bucket of pig slop over each of themSprinting like Adaon on his mountain he'd been through the yard and over the farm gate almost before their roaring started
He'd stayed away two nights, then returned to his father's whippingHe'd expected to have to wash the sheets himself, but Povar had done that and both twins, stolidly good-natured, had already forgotten the incident
Devin, cursed or blessed with a memory like Eanna of the Names, never did forgetThe twins might be hard people to hold a grudge against, almost impossible, in fact, but that did nothing to lessen his loneliness on that farm in the lowlandsIt was not long after that incident that Devin had left home, apprenticed as a louis vuitton gold handbag singer to Menico di Ferraut whose company toured northern Asoli every second or third spring
Devin hadn't been back since, taking a week's leave during the company's northern swing three years ago, and again this past springIt wasn't that he'd been badly treated on the farm, it was just that he didn't fit in, and all four of them knew itFarming in Asoli was serious, sometimes grim work, battling to hold land and sanity against the constant encroachments of the sea and the hot, hazy, grey monotony of the days
If his mother had lived it might have been different, but the farm in Asoli where Garin of Lower Corte had taken his three sons had been a dour, womanless place, acceptable perhaps for the twins, who had each other, and for the kind of man Garin had slowly become amid the almost featureless spaces of the flatlands, but no source of nurture or warm memories for a small, quick, imaginative youngest child, whose own gifts, whatever they might turn out to be, were not those of the land
After they had learned from Menico di Ferraut that Devin's voice was capable of more than country ballads it had been with a certain collective relief that they had all said their farewells early one spring morning, standing in the predictable greyness and large gucci bag rai
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