| She had become Melina bren Tonaro and had come to the Sanctuary of Eanna in its high valley above Avalle
Had come, and had waitedThrough the changing seasons and the unchanging yearsWaited for that boy to grow into a man such as his father had been, or his brothers, and then do what a descendant in direct line of Micaela and the god should know he had to doSeason after season; shot birds falling from the sky
Until last autumn, when the Healer had told her the cold large thing she had already guessed for herselfHalf a year, he had said
She had sent them from her room and lain in her iron bed and looked out at the leaves on the valley treesThe change of colors had comeShe had loved that once; her favorite season for ridingAs a girl, as a womanIt had occurred to her that these would be the last fall leaves she would ever see
She had turned her mind from such thoughts and had begun to calculateDays and months, and the numbering of the yearsShe had done the arithmetic twice, and a third time to be sure of itShe said nothing to Danoleon, not then
Not until the end of winter, with all the leaves gone and ice just beginning to melt from the eaves, did she summon the High Priest and instruct him as to the letter she wanted sent to the place where she knew, as he knew, alone of all the priests, her son would be on the Ember Days that began this springShe had done the calculations
She had also timed it very well, and not by chanceShe could see fake louis vuitton handbag Danoleon wanting to protest, to dissuade, to speak of dangers and circumspectionBut the ground was out from under his feet, she could see it in the way his large hands grew restless and the way his blue eyes moved about the room as if seeking an argument on the bare wallsShe waited patiently for him to meet her gaze at last, as she knew he would, and then she saw him slowly bow his head in acceptance
How did one deny a mother, dying, a message to her only living child? An entreaty to that child to come bid her farewell before she crossed over to MorianEspecially when that child, the boy he himself had guided south over the mountains so many years ago, was her last link to what she had been, to her own broken dreams and the lost dreams of her people?
Danoleon promised to write the letter and have it sentShe thanked him and lay back in her bed after he went outShe was genuinely weary, genuinely in painIt would be half a year just past the Ember Days of springShe had done the numbersShe would be alive to see him if he cameAnd he would come; she knew he would come to her
The window had been open a little though it was still cold that dayOutside, the snow had lain in gentle drifting folds in the valley and up the slopes of the hillsShe had looked out upon it but her thoughts, unexpectedly, had been of the seaDry-eyed, for she had not wept since everything fell, not once, not ever, she walked her memory-palaces of long ago and saw the waves come knock off chanel watches in to break and fall on the white sands of the shore, leaving shells and pearls and other gifts along the curving beach
So Pasithea di Tigana bren SeraziOnce a princess in a palace by the sea; mother of two dead sons, and of one who yet livedWaiting, as winter near the mountains turned to spring in that yearFirst, we are musicians," said Alessan"A newly formed companySecondly: do not use my name His voice had taken on the clipped, hard cadences Devin remembered from the first night in the Sandreni lodge when this had all begun for him
They were looking down on a valley running west in the clear light of afternoonThe Sperion lay behind themThe uneven, narrow road had wound its way for hours up around the shoulders of an ascending sequence of hills until this highest pointAnd now the valley unrolled before them, trees and grass touched by the earliest green-gold of springA tributary stream, swift-running with the melting snows, slanted northwest out of the foothills, flashing with lightThe temple dome in the midst of the Sanctuary gleamed silver in the middle distance
"What name, then?" Erlein asked quietlyHe seemed subdued, whether because of Alessan's tone or the awareness of danger, Devin did not know
"Adreano," the Prince said, after a moment"I am Adreano d'Astibar todayI will be a poet for this reunionFor this triumphant, joyous homecoming
Devin remembered the name: the young poet death-wheeled by Alberico last winter, after the omega constellation scandal of the "Sandreni Elegies He looked closely at the Prince for a moment and then away: this was not a day to probeIf he was here for any reason it was to try, somehow, to make things easier for AlessanHe didn't know how he was going to go about doing that thoughHe felt badly out of his depth again, his earlier rush of excitement fading before the grimness of the Prince's manner
South of them, towering above the valley, the peaks of the Sfaroni Range loomed, higher even than the mountains above Castle BorsoThere was snow on the peaks and even on the middle slopes; winter did not retreat so swiftly this high up, this far southBelow them though, north of the contoured foothills, in the sheltered eastwest running of the valley Devin could see green buds swelling on the treesA grey hawk hung in an updraft for a moment, almost motionless, before wheeling south and down to be lost against the backdrop of the hillsDown on the valley floor the Sanctuary seemed to lie within its walls like a promise of peace and serenity, wrapped away from all the evils of the world
Devin knew it was not so
They rode down, not hurrying now, for that would have been unusual in three musicians come here at middayDevin was keenly, anxiously aware of dangerThe man he was riding behind was the last heir to TiganaHe wondered what Brandin of Ygrath would do to Alessan if the Prince was betrayed and taken after so many yearsHe remembered Marius of Quileia in the mountain rolex diamond watch pass: Do you trust this message?
Devin had never trusted the priests of Eanna in his whole lifeThey were too shrewd, by far the most subtle of the clergy, by far the most apt to steer events to their own ends, which might lie out of sight, generations awayServants of a goddess, he supposed, might find it easier to take the longer view of thingsBut everyone knew that all across the peninsula the clergy of the Triad had their own triple understanding with the Tyrants from abroad: their collective silence, their tacit complicity, bought in exchange for being allowed to preserve the rites that mattered more to them, it seemed, than freedom in the Palm
Even before meeting Alessan, Devin had had his own thoughts about thatOn the subject of the clergy his father had never been shy about speaking his mindAnd now Devin remembered again Garin's single candle of defiance twice a year on the Ember Nights of his childhood in AsoliNow that he had begun to think about it, there seemed to be a great many nuances to the flickering lights of those candles in the darkAnd more shadings to his own stolid father than he had ever guessedDevin shook his head; this was not the time to wander down that path
When the hill track finally wound its way down to the valley floor, a wider, smoother road began, slanting towards the Sanctuary in the middle of the valleyAbout half a mile away from the stone outer walls, a double row of trees began on either side of the chanel bags and wallets appro |
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