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"Will you let me tell you how sorry I am for the..."Will you let me tell you how sorry I am for the folly that has condemned you to this? Will you hear me if I tell you I have been proud of you, in my fashion?" Tomasso let himself weepThe words were balm for the deepest ache he knewCrying made the light blur and swim though, and so he raised his shaking hands and kept trying to wipe the tears awayHe wanted to speak but his shattered mouth could not form wordsHe nodded his head though, over and overThen he had a thought and he raised his left hand, the heart hand, of oaths and fidelity, toward this dream of his dead father's ghost And slowly Sandre's hand came down, as if from a long, long way off, from years and years away, seasons lost and forgotten in the turning of time and pride, and father and son touched fingertips together It was a more solid contact than Tomasso had thought it would beHe closed his eyes for a moment, louis vuitton duffle bags yielding to the intensity of his feelingsWhen he opened them his father's image seemed to be holding something out towards himA vial of some liquidTomasso did not understand "This is the last thing I can do for you," the ghost said in a strange, unexpectedly wistful voice"If I were stronger I could do more, but at least they will not hurt you in the morning nowThey will not hurt you any more, my sonDrink it Tomasso, drink it and this will all be goneAll go away, I promise youThen wait for me Tomasso, wait if you can in Morian's HallsI would like to walk with you there Tomasso still did not understand, but the tone was so mild, so reassuringHe took the dream-vialAgain it was more substantial than he'd expected it to be His father nodded encouragementWith trembling hands Tomasso fumbled and removed the stopperThen with a last gesture, a final mocking parody of himself, he raised it in a dior gym bags wide, sweeping, elaborate salute to his own powers of fantasy and he drained it to the dregs, which were bitter His father's smile was so sadSmiles are not supposed to be sad, Tomasso wanted to sayHe had said that to a boy once, in a temple of Morian at night, in a room where he was not supposed to beHe felt as if he were about to fall asleep, even though he already was asleep, and dreaming in his feverHe really didn't understandHe especially didn't understand why his father, who was dead, should ask him to wait in Morian's Halls He looked up again, wanting to ask about thatHis vision seemed to be going completely strange on him though He knew this was so, because the image of his father, looking down upon him, seemed to be cryingThere were tears in his father's eyes Which was impossible "Farewell," he heard Farewell, he tried to say, in return He wasn't sure if he'd actually managed chanel white bucket handbag to form the word, or if he'd only thought it, but just then a darkness more encompassing than he had ever known came down over him like a blanket or a mantle, and the difference between the spoken and the unspoken ceased to matter anymore PART TWO ? DIANORA Chapter 7 DIANORA COULD REMEMBER THE DAY SHE CAME TO THE Island The air that autumn morning had been much like it was today at the beginning of spring, white clouds scudding in a high blue sky as the wind had swept the Tribute Ship through the whitecaps into the harbor of ChiaraBeyond harbor and town the slopes mounting to the hills had been wild with fall colorsThe leaves were turning: red and gold and some that clung yet to green, she remembered The sails of the Tribute Ship so long ago had been red and gold as well: colors of celebration in YgrathShe knew that now, she hadn't known it thenShe had stood on the forward classic chanel handbag deck of the ship to gaze for the first time at the splendor of Chiara's harbor, at the long pier where the Grand Dukes used to stand to throw a ring into the sea, and from where Letizia had leaped in the first of the Ring Dives to reclaim the ring from the waters and marry her Duke: turning the Dives into the luck and symbol of Chiara's pride until beautiful Onestra had changed the ending of the story hundreds and hundreds of years ago, and the Ring Dives had ceasedEven so, every child in the Palm knew that legend of the IslandYoung girls in each province would play at diving into water for a ring and rising in triumph, with their hair shining wet, to wed a Duke of power and glory From near the prow of the Tribute Ship, Dianora had looked up beyond the harbor and palace to gaze at the majesty of snow-crowned Sangarios rising behind themThe Ygrathen sailors had not disturbed her mahina bag by louis vuitton silence10:27 PM - Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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