"I didn't expect the rope though
Devin took... "I didn't expect the rope though
Devin took Erlein's pack and gear and Baerd's bow and quiver and swordBaerd slung the unconscious wizard over his shoulder with a grunt and they started back eastIt was slower going backOn the horizon in front of them when they reached the stream the first grey of false dawn was showing, dimming the glow of the late-rising stars
The others were up and waiting for themBeard laid Erlein down by the fire, Sandre had it burning againDevin dropped the gear and weapons and went back to the river with a basin for waterWhen he returned Catriana and the Duke began cleaning and wrapping Erlein's mangled handsThey had opened his shirt and turned up the sleeves, revealing angry weals where he had writhed against the ropes in his struggle to be free
Or is that backwards, Devin thought grimlyWasn't the binding of the
swiss cartier pasha seatimer rope his real struggle to be free? He looked over and saw Ales-san gazing down at ErleinHe could read absolutely nothing in the Prince's expression
The sun rose, and shortly after that Erlein woke
They could see him register where he was
"Khav?" Sandre asked him casuallyThe five of them were sitting by the fire, eating breakfast, drinking from steaming mugsThe light from the east was a pale, delicate hue, a promiseIt glinted and sparkled on the water of the stream and turned the budding leaves green-gold on the treesThe air was filled with birdsong and the leap and splash of trout in the stream
Erlein sat up slowly and looked at themDevin saw him become aware of the bandages on his handsErlein glanced over at the saddled horses and the two carts, packed and ready for the road
His gaze swung back and steadied on Alessan's faceThe two men, so
louis vuitton duffle bags improbably bound, looked at each other without speakingIt opened his stern face to warmth and lit the slate-grey of his eyes
"Had I known," Alessan said, "that you hated Tregean pipes quite that much I honestly wouldn't have played them
A moment later, horribly, Erlein di Senzio began to laughThere was no joy in that sound, nothing infectious, nothing to be sharedHis eyes were squeezed shut and tears welled out of them, pouring down his face
No one else spoke or movedIt lasted for a long timeWhen Erlein had finally composed himself he wiped his face on his sleeve, careful of his bandaged hands and looked at Alessan againHe opened his mouth, about to speak, and then closed it again
"I know," Alessan said quietly to him
"Khav?" Sandre said again, after a moment
This time Erlein accepted a mug, cradling it awkwardly in both muffled
mulberry bayswater bag handsNot long after they broke camp and started south again
Chapter 10
FIVE DAYS LATER, ON THE EVE OF THE EMBER DAYS OF SPRING, they came to Castle Borso
All that last afternoon as they moved south Devin had been watching the mountainsAny child raised in the watery lowlands of Asoli could not help but be awed by the towering southland ranges: the Braccio here in Certando, the Parravi east towards Tregea and, though he'd never seen them, the rumor of the snow-clad Sfaroni, highest of all, over west where Tigana once had been
It was late in the dayFar to the north on that same afternoon Isolla of Ygrath lay dead and dismembered under a bloody sheet in the Audience Chamber of the palace on Chiara
The sun setting behind a thrust spur of the mountains dyed the peaks to burgundy and red and a somber purple hueOn the very highest summits the snow
chanel purse spray still shone and dazzled in the last of the lightDevin could just make out the line of the Braccio Pass as it came down: one of the three fabled passes that had linked, in some seasons, and never easily, the Peninsula of the Palm with Quileia to the south
In the old days, before the Matriarchy had taken deep root in Quileia there had been trade across the mountains, and the brooding piety of the springtime Ember Days had also presaged a quickening and stir of commercial life with the promise of the passes opening againThe towns and fortress-castles here in the southern highlands had been vibrant and vital thenWell-defended too, because where a trade caravan could cross, so could an armyBut no King of Quileia had ever been secure enough on his throne to lead an army north; not with the High Priestesses standing by at home to see him fail or
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