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• Thursday, February 4, 2010 - In the morning, just inside the city walls, she...
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In the morning, just inside the city walls, she bade farewell to the Senzian, touching palm to palm only brieflyHe seemed somewhat affected by the night before but she turned and walked away before he could find whatever words his eyes were reaching for
She found a hostelry not far away, one where her family had never stayedShe wasn't really worried about being recognized though; she knew how much she had changed and how many girls named Dianora there were scattered across the PalmShe paid in advance for three nights' lodging and left her belongings there
Then she walked out into the streets of what had been Avalle of the Towers not very long agoAvalle, on the green banks of the Sperion just before the river turned west to find the seaThere was an ache building in her as she went, and what hurt most of all, she found, was how much the same a place could be after everything had changed
She went through the leather district and the wool districtShe could remember skipping along beside her mother when they had all come inland to Avalle to see one of her father's sculptures ceremoniously placed in some cartier watches women square or loggiaShe even recognized the tiny shop where she'd purchased her first grey leather gloves, with coins hoarded from her naming day in the summer for just such a thing
Grey was a color for grown young women, not for little girls, the red-bearded artisan had teasedI know, six-year-old Dianora had said proudly that autumn long agoHer mother had laughedOnce upon a time her mother had been a woman who laughedDianora could remember
In the wool quarter she saw women and girls working tirelessly, carding and spinning as they had for centuries in doorways open to the early-summer early-morning lightOver by the river she could see and smell the dyeing sheds and yards
When Quileia beyond the mountains to the south had folded inward upon its matriarchy, hundreds upon hundreds of years ago, Avalle had lost a great dealMore perhaps than any other city in the PalmOnce poised directly on one of the two main trade routes through the mountains, it had found itself in danger of sudden inconsequentiallyWith a collective ingenuity bordering on genius the city had decisively shifted its orientation and fake fendi bag focus
Within a generation that city of banking and trade to north and south had become the principal center in all of the Palm for works in leather and for sumptuously dyed wool
Hardly missing a beat, Avalle pursued its new prosperity and its prideAnd the towers kept rising
With a catch to her heart Dianora finally acknowledged that she had been carefully working her way around the edges of Stevanien, the outlying districts, the artisans' quarters, looking outwards only and into doorwaysNot into the center, up towards the hillWhere the towers were gone
And so, realizing that, she did look, standing stock still in the middle of a wide square at the bottom of the street of the WoolguildThere was a small, very beautiful temple of Morian fronting the square, done in marble of a muted rose colorShe gazed at it for a moment, then looked up and beyond
And in that moment Dianora had a truth brought home to her with finality: how something can seem quite unchanged in all the small surface details of existence where things never really change, men and women being what they are, but how the core, the pulse, the kernel of chanel cambon handbags everything can still have become utterly unlike what it had been before
The wide beautiful streets seemed even wider than beforeBut that was because they were almost emptyThere was a muted swell of noise over to her left where the riverside market still was, but the sound was not a fraction, her memory told her, not a fraction of what it had been in mornings that were lost
There were too few peopleToo many were gone, or dead, and the Ygrathen soldiers were all the more visible because of how empty the streets wereDianora let her gaze travel past the temple up the line of the broad boulevard beside it towards the heart of the city
We can and we will build wide and straight, the people of Avalle had said; even in the very beginning, when towns everywhere else were tortuous warrens of twisty alleys and crooked lanes easy to defendThere will be no city like ours in all the world, and if need comes for defense we will defend ourselves from our towersThe squat ugly skyline jarred Dianora with a painful discontinuityIt was as if the eye was tricked, looking ceaselessly for something it knew had to be there
From chanel bags sale the earliest days of that broad, elegant city on the banks of the Sperion towers had been associated with AvalleAssertions of Tiganese pride, sheer arrogance they called it in the provinces of Corte and Chiara and AstibarThey were symbols of internecine rivalry as well, as each noble family or wealthy guild of bankers or traders or artisans thrust its own tower as high as and then higher than they could truly affordGraceful or warlike, red stone or sandy or grey, the towers of Avalle pushed up towards Eanna's heaven like a forest within the city walls
The domestic conflicts had actually become dangerous for a time, with murder and sabotage not nearly uncommon enough, and the best masons and architects claiming stupefying feesIt had been the third Prince Alessan in Tigana by the sea who had put an end to the insanity in the simplest possible way more than two hundred years ago
He commissioned Orsaria, the most celebrated of the architects, to build for him a palace in AvalleAnd that palace was to have a tower, said Prince Alessan, that would be, and would remain, by force of law, the highest in the prada bags cheap city |
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