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Pride, he'd thought it was: withholding something...
Posted on Thursday, February 4, 2010 at 6:33 PM
Pride, he'd thought it was: withholding something from the Triad because of what they had allowed to happenHer mother wasn't a proud woman, but neither had she permitted herself to forget
Tonight Catriana saw herself as being like one of her mother's forbidden candles on those Ember Nights while all the rest of the world lay shrouded in darknessShe was a small flame, exactly like those candles; one that would not last the night, but one that, if the Triad had any love at all for her, might shape a conflagration before she went out
The drunken revelers finally staggered by, heading in the direction of the harbor tavernsShe waited another moment and then, muffled in her hood, went quickly into the street, keeping to the side of it and started the other way
It would be much better, she thought, if she could somehow make her hands be still and slow her racing women rolex watches heartShe should have had a glass of wine back at Solinghi's before slipping away, using the outside back stairs so that none of the others would see herShe'd sent Alais down to dinner alone, pleading a woman's illness, promising to follow soon if she could
She had lied so easily, had even managed a reassuring smileThen Alais was gone and she was alone, realizing in that precise instant, as the room door gently closed, that she would never see any of the others again
In the street she shut her eyes, feeling suddenly unsteady; she put her hand on a shop-front for support, drawing deep breaths of the night airThere were tainflowers not far away, and the unmistakable fragrance of sejoia treesShe was near to the castle gardens thenShe bit her lips, to force color into themOverhead the stars were bright and closeVidomni was already risen in the east, with blue Ilarion black and white chanel purses to follow soonShe heard a sudden peal of laughter from the next street overA woman's laughter followed by shouting
They were going the other wayAs she looked up a star fell in the skyFollowing its track to her left she saw the garden wall of the castleThe entrance would be further around that wayEntrances and endings, faced aloneBut she had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friendsDevin and Alais only the latest of those who had triedThere had been others back home in the village before she leftShe knew her mother had grieved for her proud solitude
Her father had fled Tigana before the battles at the river
Carefully she drew back her hoodWith real gratitude she discovered that her hands were steady nowShe checked her earrings, the silver band about her chloe bags paddington throat, the jeweled ornament in her hairThen she drew onto her hand the red glove she'd bought in the market that afternoon and she walked across the street and around the corner of the garden wall into the blaze of light at the entrance to the Governor's Castle of Senzio
There were four guards, two outside the locked gates, two just withinShe allowed her hooded cloak fall open, to let them see the black gown she wore beneath
The two guards outside the gates glanced at each other and visibly relaxed, removing their hands from their swordsThe other two moved nearer, the better to see by torchlight
She stopped in front of the first pair"Would you be kind enough," she said, "to let Anghiar of Barbadior know that his red vixen has come?" And she held up her left hand, sheathed in the bright red glove
She had actually been amused at first by Devin's reaction and imitation louis vuitton cheap price Rovigo's in the marketplaceCasalia, the plump, unhealthy looking Governor had ridden through, side by side with the emissary from BarbadiorThey had been laughing togetherBrandin's emissary from the Western Palm had been several paces behind, among a cluster of lesser SenziansThe image and the message were as clear as they could be made
Alais and Catriana had been standing at a silk-merchant's stallThey had turned to see the Governor go byInstead, Anghiar of Barbadior laid a quick restraining hand on Casalia's braceleted wrist and they stopped their prancing horses directly in front of the two womenThinking back on it, Catriana realized that she and Alais must have made a striking pairAnghiar, blond and beefy, with an upturned moustache and hair as long as her own was now, evidently thought so
"A mink and a red vixen!" he said, in a voice pitched for Casalia's chloe handbag ea
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