Baerd didn't expect to find such things; not now,... Baerd didn't expect to find such things; not now, not for a long time now
He waded across, hip-deep, under the high stars and the thin light of Vidomni in the skyIt was cold, but it had been many years since the elements bothered him muchNor did it disturb him to be abroad on an Ember NightIndeed, it had become a ritual of his own over the years: knowing that all across the Palm the holy days were observed and marked by people waiting in silent darkness behind their walls offered him a deepened sense of the solitude his soul seemed to needHe was profoundly drawn to this sense of moving through a scarcely breathing world that lay as if crouched in primitive darkness under the stars with no mortal fires cast back at the sky, only whatever flames the Triad created for themselves with lightning out of the heavens
If there were ghosts and spirits awake in the night he wanted to see themIf the dead of his past were walking abroad he wanted to beg their forgiveness
His own pain was spun of images that would not let him goImages of vanished serenity, of pale marble under moonlight such as this, of graceful porticos shaped of harmonies a man might spend a lifetime studying to understand, of quiet voices heard and almost understood by a drowsy child
black chanel tote in another room, of sure, confident laughter following, then morning sunlight in a known courtyard and a steady, strong, sculptor's hand upon his shoulder
Then fire and blood and ashes on the wind, turning the noon sun red
Smoke and death, and marble hammered into fragments, the head of the god flying free, to bounce like a boulder on scorched earth and then be ground remorselessly down into powder like fine sandLike the sand on the beaches walked in the dark later that year, infinite and meaningless by the cold uncaring sea
These were the bleak visitants, the companions of his nights, these and more, endlessly, through almost nineteen yearsHe carried, like baggage, like a cart yoked to his shoulders, like a round stone in his heart, images of his people, their world destroyed, their name obliteratedTruly obliterated: a sound that was drifting, year by year, further away from the shores of the world of men, like some tide withdrawing in the grey hour of a winter dawnVery like such a tide, but different as well, because tides came back
He had learned to live with the images because he had no choice, unless it was a choice to surrenderOr retreat into madness as his mother hadHe defined himself by his griefs; he knew them as other men knew
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But the one thing that could drive him awake, barred utterly from the chambers of sleep or any kind of rest, what could force him abroad now, as he had been driven abroad as a boy in a ruined place, was, in the end, none of these thingsNeither a flash of splendor gone, nor an image of death and lossIt was, instead, over and above everything else, the remembrance of love among those ashes of ruin
Against the memory of a spring and summer with Dianora, with his sister, his barriers could not hold in the dark
And so Baerd would go out into the nights across the Palm, doubly moonlit, or singly, or dark with only starsAmong the heathered summer hills of Ferraut, or through the laden vineyards of autumn in Astibar or Senzio, along snow-mantled mountain slopes in Tregea, or here, on an Ember Night at the beginning of spring in the highlands
He would go out to walk in the enveloping dark, to smell the earth, feel the soil, listen to the voice of winter's wind, taste grapes and moonlit water, lie motionless in a forest tree to watch the night predators at their huntAnd once in a great while, when waylaid or challenged by brigand or mercenary, Baerd would killA night predator in his own incarnation, restless and soon
sac dolce gabana goneAnother kind of ghost, a part of him dead with the dead of the River Deisa
In every corner of the mainland Palm except his own, which was gone, he had done these things for years upon years, feeling the slow turning of the seasons, learning the meaning of night in this forest and that field, by this dark river, or on that mountain ridge, reaching out or back or inward all the time toward a release that was ever and again denied
He had been here in the highlands many times before on this same Ember NightHe and Alessan went back a long way and had shared a great deal with Alienor of Borso, and there was the other, larger reason why they came south to the mountains at the beginning of every second yearHe thought of the news from the westHe remembered the look on Alessan's face reading Danoleon's letter and his heart misgave himBut that was for tomorrow, and more Alessan's burden than his own, however much he might want, as he always wanted, to ease or share the weight
Tonight was his own, and it called to himAlone in the darkness, but hand in hand with a dream of Dianora, he walked away from the castleAlways before he had gone west and then south from Borso, curving his way into the hills themselves below the Braccio PassTonight, for no reason
replicas de bolsas he knew, his footsteps led him the other way, southeastThey carried him along the road to the edge of the village that lay beneath the castle walls and there, as he passed a house with an unexpectedly open door, Baerd saw a fair-haired woman standing in the moonlight as if she had been waiting for him and he stopped
Sitting at the table, resisting the temptation to count their numbers one more time, trying to appear as if all were as normal as it could be on this night of war, Mattio heard Elena call his name and then Donar's from outside the houseHer voice was soft, as it always was, but his senses were pitched toward her, as they had been for yearsEven before poor Verzar had died
He glanced across the table at Donar, but the older man was already reaching for his crutches and rising to swing on his one leg toward the doorA number of the others looked over at them, edgy and apprehensiveMattio forced himself to smile reassuringlyCarenna caught his eye and began speaking soothingly to a few of the more visibly nervous people
Not at all easy himself, Mattio stepped outside with Donar and saw that someone had comeA dark-haired man, neatly bearded and of middle height, stood motionless before Elena, glancing from her to the two of them, not
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