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And those people singing are the most oppressed...
| And those people singing are the most oppressed people in the peninsulaIf they are joyous, what do you think is happening elsewhere? Do you not imagine an army can be raised in Chiara and Corte and Asoli to fight against Barbadior for a man who has renounced his own Kingdom for this peninsula?" She began coughing again, her body rocking even more harshly than before
Devin didn't know the answerHe couldn't even begin to guessHe knew that the balance had completely shifted, the balance Alessan had spoken about and played with for so longHe also knew something else
He reached the windowIts ledge was about the height of his chestHe was a small man; not for the first time he regretted itThen he gave thanks for his compensations, offered a quick prayer to Eanna and, hands flat on the ledge for leverage, pushed upward hard and swung himself like a replica chanel jewelry gymnast through to the porticoHe heard Pasithea still coughing behind him, a hard, painful sound
He stumbled and fell, crashing into a pillar with his shoulder and hipHe pushed up and off, scrambling to his feet in time to see a figure in beige robes leap up from a crouch beside the window, swearing furiously, and sprint awayDevin grappled for the knife at his belt, a blind, thought-obliterating rage rising in himIt had been too uproarious in the games fieldThe same sound as before, when the priest had left them alone
Only this time the priest had left them alone while he spied on this room
Alessan was at the window, Erlein just behind him
"Savandi!" Devin gasped"He was listening!" He spat the words over his shoulder because he was already running after the other manHe spared a fleeting moment of thanks, and wonder, for whatever Rinaldo the Healer discount louis vuitton handbags had done to his leg in that Certandan barnThen anger swept over him again, and fear, and the absolute need to catch the other man
He vaulted the stone balustrade at the back end of the portico without breaking strideSavandi, sprinting for all he was worth, had cut west toward the back of the Sanctuary groundsIn the distance on their left Devin could see the children playing in the fieldHe gritted his teeth and ranThese cursed priests! he was thinking, fury almost choking himWill they undo everything, even now?
If Alessan's identity became known anywhere in this Sanctuary Devin had little doubt how swiftly that knowledge would reach Brandin of YgrathHe had no doubts at all about what would happen then
And then he was assailed by another whirling thought, one that terrified himHe drove himself to even greater speed, legs pumping, his lungs sucking small chanel purse for airWhat if Savandi could link to the King? What if Brandin's spy could directly contact him in Chiara now?
Devin cursed in the depths of his heart but not aloud, sparing his breath for speedSavandi, lithe and quick himself, raced down the path past a small building on the left and cut sharply right, about twenty strides ahead of Devin, around the back part of the temple itself
Devin sped around the cornerSavandi was nowhere to be seenHe froze for a moment, seized by panicThere was no door into the temple hereAnd only a thick barrier of hedges, just coming into green on the left
Then he saw where the hedges were quivering and he leaped for that spotThere was a gap forced low downHe dropped to his knees and scrambled through, scratching his arms and face
He was in a cloistered area, large, beautifully serene, gracefully laid out, with a rolex air king splashing fountain at the centerHe had no time to value such things thoughAt the northwest corner the cloister gave onto another portico and a long building with a small domed roof at the near endSavandi was just now sprinting up the steps to the portico and then through a doorway into the buildingAt one second-story window an old man could be seen, white haired and hollow-cheeked, gazing down without expression on the sunlit cloister
Running flat out for the doorway, Devin realized where he wasThis was the infirmary, and the small dome would be a temple for the sick who sought the comfort of Eanna but could not venture down the path to her larger dome
He took the three steps to the portico in one flying leap and burst through the doorway, knife in handHe was aware that following so fast he was an easy target for an ambush if Savandi chose to lie in balenciaga bag wait |
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