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Dianora didn't feel like a goddess, and her mirror offered no illusions: only a too thin face with enormous, staring eyesShe knew only that her happiness terrified her, and consumed her with guilt, and that her love for Baerd was the whole of her worldAnd what frightened her almost as much was seeing the same depth of love, the same astonished passion in himHer heart misgave her constantly, even as they reached for their fugitive joy: too bright this forbidden flame in a land where any kind of brightness was lost or not allowed
He came to her every nightThe woman slept downstairs; their mother slept, and woke, in her own worldIn the dark of Dianora's room they escaped into each other, reaching
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He was still driven to go out some nights to walk the empty streetsNot as often as before, for which she gave thanks and sought a kind of justification for herselfA number of young men had been caught after curfew and killed on the wheels that springIf what she was doing kept him alive she would face whatever judgment lay in wait for her in Morian's Halls
She couldn't keep him every night thoughSometimes a need she could not share or truly understand would drive him forthHow the city was different under the two moons or one of them or the starsHow softer light and shadow let him see it as Tigana againHow he could walk silently down towards the sea and come upon the darkened palace, and how the rubble and ruin of it could somehow be rebuilt in his mind in darkness towards what it had been
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He had a need for that, he saidHe never baited the soldiers and promised her he never wouldHe didn't even want to see them, he saidThey crashed into the illusions he wantedHe just needed to be abroad inside his memory of the city that had goneSometimes, Baerd told her, he would slip through gaps he knew in the harbor walls and walk along the beach listening to the sea
By day he labored, a thin boy at a strong man's job, helping to rebuild what they were permitted to rebuildRich merchants from Corte, their ancient enemies, had been allowed to settle in the city, to buy up the smashed buildings and residential palaces very inexpensively, and to set about restoring them for their own purposes
Baerd would come home at the end of a day sometimes with gashes and fresh bruises, and once the mark of a whip across his shouldersShe knew that if one company of
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In Lower Corte they were special, thoughThey had killed his son
She would see those marks on Baerd and she had not the heart to ask him to deny himself his lost city at night when the need rose in himEven though she lived a hundred terrors and died half a hundred deaths every time the front door closed behind him after dark, until she heard it open again and heard his loved, familiar footstep on the stairs, and then the landing, and then he came into her room to take and hold her in his arms
It went on into summer and then it endedIt all ended, as her knowing heart had forewarned her from that first
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He came home no later than he usually did from walking abroad one night when blue Ilarion had been riding alone through a high lacework of cloudsIt had been a beautiful nightShe had sat up late by her window watching the moonlight falling on the rooftopsShe'd been in bed when he came home though, and her heart had quickened with the familiar intermingling of relief and guilt and needHe had come into her room
He didn't come to bedInstead, he sank into the chair she'd sat in by the windowWith a queer, numb feeling of dread she had struck tinder and lit her candleShe sat up and looked at himHis face was very white, she could see that even by candlelight
"I was on the beach," Baerd said quietly"I saw a riselka there
She had always known it would end
She asked the instinctive
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