Little of this had changed when the Tyrants... Little of this had changed when the Tyrants cameNeither Brandin nor Alberico was so reckless or ill-advised as to stir up the clergy of the Triad against their ruleThe priests and the priestesses were allowed to do as they had always doneThe people of the Palm were granted their worship, odd and even primitive as it might seem to the new rulers from overseas
What both Tyrants did do, with greater or lesser success, was play the rival temples against each other, seeing, for it was impossible not to see, the tensions and hostilities that rippled and flared among the three orders of the TriadThere was nothing new in this: every Duke, Grand Duke, or Prince in the peninsula had sought, in each generation, to turn this shifting three-way friction to his own accountMany patterns might have changed with the circling of years, some things might change past all recognition, and some might be lost or forgotten entirely, but not this oneNot this delicate, reciprocal dance of state and clergy
And so the temples still stood, and the most important ones still flourished their gold
prada fairy bag replica and machial, their statuary, and their cloth-of-gold vestments for servicesSave in one place only: in Lower Corte, where the statues and the gold were gone and the libraries looted and burnedThat was part of something else though, and few spoke of it after the earliest years of the TyrantsEven in this benighted province, the clergy were otherwise allowed to continue the precisely measured round of their days in city and town, and in their Sanctuaries
And to these retreats came a great variety of men and women from time to timeIt was not only the awkwardly fecund who found reason to ride or be carried away from the turbulence of their livesIn times of strife, whether of the soul or the wider world, the denizens of the Palm always knew that the Sanctuaries were there, perched in snowbound precipitous eyries or half-lost in their misty valleys
And the people knew as well that, for a price, such a withdrawal into the regimen, the carefully modulated hours of retreats such as this one of Eanna in its valley, could be theirsWhoever they might have been in the cities beyond
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Whoever they might have been
For a time, for a lifetime, the old woman thought, looking out the window of her room at the valley in sunlight at spring's returnShe had never been able to keep her thoughts from going backThere was so much waiting for her in the past and so little here, now, living through the agonizingly slow descent of the yearsSeason after season falling to the earth like shot birds, arrows in their breasts, through this lifetime that was her own, and her only one
A lifetime of remembering, by curlew's cry at dawn or call to prayer, by candlelight at dusk, by sight of chimney smoke rising straight and dark into winter's wan gray light, by the driving sound of rain on roof and window at winter's end, by the creak of her bed at night, by call to prayer again, by drone of priests at prayer, by a star falling west in the summer sky, by the stern cold dark of the Ember Days a memory within each and every motion of the self or of the world, every sound, each share of color, each scent borne by the valley windA remembrance of what had been lost to
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Which last is what had nearly killed her in the early yearsWhich, indeed, she would say, had said last week to Danoleon, was killing her now, whatever the priest-physician might say about growths in her breast
They had found a Healer in the fallHe had come, anxious, febrile, a lank, sloppy man with nervous motions and a flushed browBut he had sat down beside her bed and looked at her, and she had realized that he did have the gift, for his agitation had settled and his brow had clearedAnd when he touched her, here, and here, his hand had been steady and there had been no pain, only a not unpleasant weariness
He had shaken his head though in the end, and she had read an unexpected grief in his pale eyes, though he could not have known who she wasHis sorrow would be for simple loss, for defeat, not caring who it was who might be dying
"It would kill me," he said quietlyI would die and I would not save
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"How long?" she had asked
He told her half a year, perhaps less, depending on how strong she was
How strong? She was very strongMore so than any of them guessed save perhaps Danoleon, who had known her longest by farShe sent the Healer from the room, and asked Danoleon to leave, and then the one slow servant the priests had allowed to the woman they knew only as a widow from an estate north of Stevanien
As it happened she had actually known the woman whose identity she had assumed; had had her as one of the ladies of her court for a timeA fair-haired girl, green eyes and an easy manner, quick to laughA widow for a week; less than thatShe had killed herself in the Palace by the Sea when word came of Second Deisa
The deception was a necessary shielding of identity: Danoleon's suggestionAlmost nineteen years agoThey would be looking for her and for the boy, the High Priest had saidThe boy he was taking away, he would soon be safely gone, their dreams carried in his person, a hope living so long as he livedShe had been fair-haired herself, in those
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