Which lead him back to CatrianaIn the starry... Which lead him back to CatrianaIn the starry spring darkness he remembered her emerging like a ghost from winter waterHe lay silent in the grass thinking of her, and then, after a time, perhaps predictably, of ElenaAnd then, always and forever, certain as dawn or dusk or the turning of the seasons, of Dianora who was dead or lost to him somewhere in the world
There was a rustle, too small to be alarming, in the leaves of a tree behind himA moment later a trialla began to singHe listened to it, and to the river flowing, alone and at home in the dark, a man shaped and defined by his need for solitude and the silent play of memory
His father, as it happened, had done the same thing by the Deisa, the night before he died
A short time later an owl called from along the riverbank just west of himHe hooted softly in reply, silencing the trialla's songSandre
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"Catriana?" Baerd murmuredNot caught though, I thinkI lingered in the square and around itSaw the guards come backThe man you hit is all rightThey were laughing at him, afterI think this will pass
Baerd deliberately relaxed his tensed musclesHe said, conversationally, "I am a very great fool sometimes, had you noticed?"
"Not reallyYou'll have to tell me about it some timeWho was the extremely large man who accosted me?"
"TremazzoHe's been with us for a long whileWe used his upper storage room for meetings when we lived here, and after"He came up to me outside the inn and offered to sell me a potion to ensure the lust of any woman or boy I desired
Baerd found himself grinning"Rumors of Khardu habits precede you Sandre's teeth flashed
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Laughing quietly, Baerd felt a curious sensation, as if his heart were expanding outward toward the man here with himHe remembered Sandre the night they had met, when all the plans of his old age had been undone, when a final, savage end had come for the whole Sandreni familyA night that had not come to an end until the Duke had used his magic to go into Alberico's dungeons and kill his own sonAny woman or boy I desired
Baerd felt humbled by the strength of the old man with himNot once in half a year and more of hard traveling, through the bitter cold and rutted tracks of winter, had Sandre breathed so much as a request for a halt or an easier paceNot once had he balked at a task, shown weariness, been slow to rise in the predawn dampness of the roadNot once given any
men's omega watch sign of the rage or the grief that must have choked him whenever word reached them of more bodies death-wheeled in AstibarHe had given them a gift of all he had, his knowledge of the Palm, the world, and especially of Alberico; a lifetime's worth of subtlety and leadership, offered without arrogance and without reserve, nothing held back
It was men such as this, Baerd thought, who had been the glory and the grief of the Palm in the days before it fellGlory in the grandeur of their power, and grief in their hatreds and their wars that had let the Tyrants come and take the provinces one by one in their solitary pride
And sitting there by the river in darkness Baerd felt again, with certainty, in the deep core of his heart, that what Alessan was doing, what he and Alessan were doing, was rightThat theirs was a goal worth the striving for, this reaching out
quilted chanel purse for wholeness in the Palm, with the Tyrants driven away and the provinces bound together in a sharing of the years that would comeA goal worth all the days and nights of a man's life, whether or not it was ever reached, could ever be made realA goal that lay beside and was bound together with the other vast and bitter thing, which was Tigana and her name
Certain things were hard for Baerd bar Saevar, almost impossible in fact, and had been since his youth had been torn away from him in the year Tigana fellBut he had lain with a woman on an Ember Night just past, in a place of deepest magic, and had felt in that green darkness as if the stern bindings that wrapped and held his heart were looseningAnd this was a dark place too, a quiet one with the river flowing, and things had begun to take shape in the Palm that he had feared would never happen while he
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