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The thing that had been done to him! And she...
Posted on 7/5/2010 at 2:03 PM
The thing that had been done to him! And she beside him, beside that sufferingShe could not make a sound, could scarcely breathe
She saw him falling too, the maimed, broken form crumpling to the ground beside BrandinWho was still on his knees, a red wound in his chestAnd who was looking at her now, only at herA sound finally escaped her lips as she sank down beside himHe reached out, so slowly, with such a colossal effort of will, with all the control he had, and he took her hand
"Oh, love," she heard him sayWe should have met in Finavir
She tried again to speak, to answer him, but tears were streaming down her face and closing her throatShe gripped his hand as tightly as she could, trying to will life from herself over into himHe slumped prada milano sideways against her shoulder, and so she lowered him to her lap and wrapped her arms around him, the way she had last night, only last night when he sleptShe saw the brilliantly clear grey eyes slowly grow cloudy, and then darkShe was holding him like that when he diedThe Prince of Tigana, on the ground beside them, was looking at her with so much compassion in his newly clear eyesWhich was a thing she could not possibly endureNot from him: not with what he had suffered and what she was, what she herself had doneIf he only knew, what words would he have for her, what look would there be in those eyes? She could not bear itShe saw him open his mouth as if to speak, then his eyes flicked quickly to one side
A shadow crossed the sunShe looked up and saw chanel quilted handbag d'Eymon's sword lifted highValentin raised a hand, pleading, to ward it
"Wait!" she gasped, forcing the one word out
And d'Eymon, almost mad with his own grief yet stayed for her voiceValentin lowered his handShe saw him draw breath against the massive final reality of his own wound, and then, closing his eyes to the pain and the fierce light, she heard him speakNot a cry, only the one word spoken in a clear voiceThe one word which was, oh, what else could it have ever been?, the name of his home, offered as a shining thing for the world again to know
And Dianora saw then that d'Eymon of Ygrath did know itThat he did hear the nameWhich meant that all men now could, that the spell was brokenValentin opened his eyes and looked up at the top chanel bags Chancellor, reading the truth of that knowledge in d'Eymon's face, and Dianora saw that the Prince of Tigana was smiling as the Chancellor's sword came down from its great height and drove into his heart
Even in death the smile remained on the terribly afflicted faceAnd the echo of his last word, the single name, seemed to Dianora to be hanging yet and spreading outward in ripples through the air around the hill, above the valley where the Barbadians were all dying now
She looked down at the dead man in her arms, cradling his head and the greying hair, and she could not stop her tearsIn Finavir, he had saidAnother named place, farther away than dreamAnd had been right, as so many, many times he had been rightThey ought to have met, if the gods had any chanel watch women kindness, any pity at all for them, in another world than thisFor love was what it was, but it was not enough
She heard a sound from under the canopy and turned in time to see d'Eymon slump forward against Brandin's chairThe hilt of his sword was against the seat-back of the chairThe blade was buried in his breastShe saw it and she pitied him his pain but she could not properly grieveThere was nothing left within her for such a sorrowD'Eymon of Ygrath could not matter nowNot with the two men lying here with her, beside each otherShe could pity, oh, she could pity any man or woman born, but she could not grieve for any but these two
Not ever, she realized
She looked over then and saw Scelto, still on his knees, the only other living person on this chanel white bag hill
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