| It felt, of late, as if something rigid and hard was falling away inside herShe had waited for this summer, for what it might mean, for so many years
What had the young one said, Devin? About being allowed more than the transience of desire, if only one believed it was deservedNo one had ever said such a thing to her in all the years since Cornaro of Borso had died fighting BarbadiorIn which dark time his young widow, his bride, alone in a highland castle with her grief and rage, had been set upon the road towards what she had become
He had gone with Alessan, DevinBy now, they would probably be in the north as wellAlienor looked out, letting her thoughts stream like birds arrowing away through darkness, across the miles between, to where all of their fates would be decided when Midsummer came
Dark hair and light blown back and mingled by the wind, the two women stood together in that high place for a long time, sharing warmth, sharing the night and the waiting time
It had long been said, sometimes in mockery, sometimes with a bemusement that bordered on awe, that as the days heated up in summer, so did the night-time passions of SenzioThe hedonistic self-indulgence of that northern province, blessed with fertile soil and gentle weather, was a byword in the Palm and even over the seasYou could get whatever you wanted in Senzio, it was said, provided you were willing to pay for itAnd fight someone to keep it, the initiated often added
Towards the end of spring that buy fake rolex watches year it might have been thought that burgeoning tensions and the palpable threat of war would have dampened the nocturnal ardor of the Senzians, and their endless flow of visitors, for wine, for lovemaking in diverse combinations, and for brawling in the taverns and streets
Someone might indeed have thought such a thing, but not anyone who knew SenzioIn fact, it actually seemed as if the looming portents of disaster, the Barbadians massed ominously on the Ferraut border, the ever-increasing numbers of ships of the Ygrathen flotilla anchored at Farsaro Island off the northwestern tip of the province, were simply spurs to the wildness of night in Senzio townThere were no curfews here; there hadn't been for hundreds of yearsAnd though emissaries of both invading powers were prominently housed in opposite wings of what was now called the Governor's Castle, Senzians still boasted that they were the only free province in the Palm
A boast that began to ring more hollow with each passing day and sybaritic night as the entire peninsula braced itself for a conflagration
In the face of which onrushing intrusion of reality Senzio town merely intensified the already manic pace of its dark hoursLegendary watering-holes like The Red Glove or Thetaph were packed with sweating, shouting patrons every night, to whom they dispensed their harsh, overpriced liquors and a seemingly endless stream of available flesh, male or female, in the warrens of airless rooms upstairs
Those innkeepers louis vuitton women's handbags who had elected, for whatever reasons, not to trade in purchased love had to offer substantially different inducements to their patronsFor the eponymous owner of Solinghi's, a tavern not far from the castle, good food, decent vintages and ales, and clean rooms in which to sleep were assurances of a respectable if not an extravagant living, derived primarily from merchants and traders disinclined to traffic in the carnality of night, or at least to sleep and eat amid that overripe corruptionSolinghi's also prided itself on offering, by day or night, the best music to be found in the city at any given time
At this particular moment, shortly before the dinner-hour one day late in the spring, the bar and table patrons of the almost full tavern were enjoying the music of an unlikely trio: a Senzian harper, a piper from Astibar, and a young Asolini tenor who, according to a rumor started a couple of days before, was the singer who had disappeared after performing Sandre d'Astibar's funeral rites last fall
Rumors of every kind were rife in Senzio that spring, but few believed this one: such a prodigy was unlikely in the extreme to be singing in a put-together group like thisBut in fact the young tenor had an exceptional voice and he was matched by the playing of the other twoSolinghi di Senzio was immensely pleased with their effect on business over the past week
The truth was, he would have given them employment and a room upstairs if they made music like boarhounds in chanel backpack lustSolinghi had been a friend of the dark-haired man who was now calling himself Adreano d'Astibar for almost ten yearsA friend, and more than that; as it happened, almost half the patrons of the inn this spring were men who had come to Senzio expressly to meet the three musicians hereSolinghi kept his mouth shut, poured wine and beer, supervised his cooks and serving-girls, and prayed to Eanna of the Lights every night before he went to sleep that Alessan knew what he was doing
This particular afternoon the patrons enjoying the young tenor's rousing rendition of a Certandan ballad were rudely snapped out of their bar-pounding rhythm when the doors to the street were pushed open, revealing a largish cluster of new customersNothing of note in that, of courseOr not until the singer cut himself off in the middle of a chorus with a shouted greeting, the piper quickly laid down his pipes and leaped off the stage, and the harper lowered his own instrument and followed, if more slowly
The enthusiasms of the reunion that ensued would have led to predictably cynical conclusions about the nature of the men involved, given the way of such things in Senzio, had the new party not included a pair of exceptionally attractive young women, one with short red hair, one with raven-darkEven the harper, a dour, unsmiling fellow if ever there was one, was drawn almost against his will into the circle, to be crushed against the bony breast of a cadaverous looking Khardhu mercenary who towered louis vuitton duffle bags over the rest of the party
A moment later another kind of reunion occurredOne with a different resonance that even stilled the excitement of the newly mingled groupAnother man rose and walked diffidently over to the five people who had just arrivedThose who looked closely could see that his hands were trembling
"Baerd?" they heard him say
There followed a moment of silenceThen the man whom he'd addressed said "Naddo?" in a tone even the most innocent Senzian could interpretAny lingering doubts about that were laid to rest a second later by the way the two men embraced each other
More than one man, eyeing the two women with frank admiration, decided that his chances of a conversation, and who knew what else, might be better than they'd first appeared if the men were all like that
Alais had been moving through the days since Tregea in a state of excitement that brought an almost continuous flush to her pale skin and made her more delicately beautiful than she knewWhat she did know is why she had been allowed to come
From the moment the Sea Maid 's landing-boat had silently returned to the ship in the moonlit harbor of Tregea, bearing her father and Catriana and the two men they'd gone to meet, Alais had been aware that something more than friendship was involved here
Then the dark-skinned man from Khardhu had looked at her appraisingly, and at Rovigo with an amused expression on his lined face, and her father, hesitating for only a moment, had told her who this really balenciaga new yellow bags |