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He had stood and watchedPlayed out his own cool...He had stood and watchedPlayed out his own cool plan of shaping events, steering them towards some larger abstraction His eyes hurt; there was a dull pulsing behind them, as if the sun were too bright for himThe woman in yellow had not moved away; she was still looking up at him with a slantwise glance hard not to understandHe didn't know where the child's father was, but it was clear that the woman didn't greatly care just nowIt would be interesting, he thought, with that perverse, detached quirk of his mind that was always there, to see how many children were born in Chiara nine months from now He smiled at her again, meaninglessly, and made some form of mumbled excuseThen he started back alone through the celebrating, uproarious crowd towards the inn where the three of them had been paying for rolex ladies watches their room by making music these past three daysMusic might help right now, he thoughtVery often music was the only thing that helpedHis heart was still racing weirdly, as it had started to do when the woman broke the surface of the water with the ring on her hand after so long undersea So long a time he had actually begun to calculate if there was anything he could do to make use of the shock and fear that was going to follow upon her death And then she had come up, had been there before them in the water and, in the second before the roaring of the crowd began, Brandin of Ygrath, who had been rigidly motionless from the moment she dived, had collapsed to his knees as if struck from behind by a blow that had robbed him of all his strength And Alessan had found himself feeling ill and hopelessly tiffany silver confused even as the screams of triumph and ecstasy began to sweep across the harbor and the ships This is fine, he told himself now, forcing his way past a wildly dancing ring of peopleThis will fit, it can be made to fitIt is coming togetherThey will face each otherHe had been fifteen feet away from Brandin of Ygrath with a blade in his belt It was too bright in the square, and much too loudSomeone grabbed his arm as he went by and tried to draw him into a whirling circleA woman careened into his arms and kissed him full upon the lips before she disengagedHe didn't know anyone hereHe stumbled through the crowd, pushed and pulled this way and that, trying numbly to steer himself, a cork in a flood, towards The Trialla, where his room was, and a drink, and music Devin was already at the crowded bar when he louis vuitton pink handbag finally made it backErlein was nowhere to be seen yetProbably still on the ship; staying afloat, as far from Brandin as he couldAs if the sorcerer had the faintest scintilla of interest in pursuing wizards right now Devin, mercifully, said nothing at allOnly pushed over a full glass and a flagon of wineAlessan drained the glass and then another very quicklyHe had poured and tasted a third when Devin quickly touched his arm and he realized, with a sense of almost physical shock, that he'd forgotten his oath He pushed the flagon away and buried his head in his hands Someone was speaking beside him "You're actually going to do it? You're a goat-begotten fool!" the first one snarled "I'm joining up," the second replied, in the flat accents of Asoli"After what that woman did for him I figure Brandin's gucci handbag blessed with luckAnd someone who styles himself Brandin di Chiara is a long sight better than that butcher from BarbadiorWhat are you, friend, afraid of fighting?" The other man gave a harsh bark of laughter"You simple-minded dolt," he saidHe flattened his voice in broad mimicry"After what that woman did for himWe all know what she did for him, night after nightThat woman is the Tyrant's whoreShe spent a dozen years coupling with the man who conquered us allSpreading her legs for him for her own gainAnd here you are, here all of you are, making a whore into a Queen over you Alessan pushed his head up from his handsHe shifted his feet, pivoting for leverageThen, without a word spoken, he hammered a fist with all the strength of his body and all the tormented confusion of his heart into the speaker's gucci canvas bag fa11:07 PM - Thursday, January 28, 2010
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