"My friend," she said, "you may know me well, but in exactly the same way and for many of the same reasons I know Brandin very well
She glanced back at her castrate"He is older than you, Scelto, he is almost sixty-five, and for reasons I don't entirely understand he has said he must live here in the Palm another sixty years or soAll the sorcery in the world would surely not avail him to prolong his life that long if lassica is as exceptional as Tesios suggestsShe would wear him out, however pleasantly, in a year or two
Scelto blushed again, and glanced quickly back over his shoulderThey were quite alone thoughDianora laughed, partly out of genuine amusement, but more specifically to mask the recurring sorrow she felt whenever this one lie had to be told: the thing she still kept from SceltoThe one secret that mattered
Of course she knew why Brandin needed to stay here in the Palm, why he needed to use his http://www.culuxury.com/category_6_Fendi_1.html" target="_blank sorcery to prolong his life here in what was surely a place of exile for him in a land of grief
He had to wait for everyone born in Tigana to die
Only then could he leave the peninsula where his son had been slainOnly then would the full measure of the vengeance he had decreed be poured out on the bloodied groundFor no one would be left alive in the world who had any true memory of Tigana before the fall, of Avalle of the Towers, the songs and the stories and the legends, all the long, bright history-It would truly be gone thenSeventy or eighty years wreaking as comprehensive an obliteration as millennia had on the ancient civilizations no one could now recallWhole cultures that were now only an awkwardly pronounced name of a place, or a deciphered, pompous title, Emperor of All the Earth, on a broken pottery shard
Brandin could go home after sixty yearsHe could do whatever he choseBy then she would be long dead http://www.snluxury.com/categorys_89_Coco-Chanel-Jumbo-Flap-Bag_1.html" target="_blank and so too would be those from Tigana even younger than she, those born up to the very year of the conquest, the last inheritors
The last children who could hear and read the name of the land that had been their ownEighty years, Brandin was giving himselfMore than enough, given lifespans in the Palm
Eighty years to oblivionTo the broken, meaningless pottery shardThe books were gone already, and the paintings, tapestries, sculptures, music: torn or smashed or burned in the terrible year after Valentin's fall when Brandin had come down upon them in the agony of a father's loss, bringing them the reciprocal agony of a conqueror's hate
The worst year of Dianora's lifeSeeing so much of beauty and splendor crumble to rubble and dust or burn down to ashes of lossShe'd been fifteen, then sixteenStill too young to comprehend the full reality of what was being eradicatedFor her father's death and the destruction of his http://www.ooluxury.com/scategory_2_Chanel.html" target="_blank art, the works of his hands and days, she could mourn bitterlyAnd so too for the deaths of friends and the sudden terrors of an occupied impoverished cityThe larger losses, the implications for the future, she couldn't really grasp back then
Many in the city had gone mad that year
Others had fled, taking their children away to try to shape a life far from the burning or the memory of burning, of hammers smashing into the statues of the Princes in the long covered loggia of the Palace by the SeaSome had withdrawn so far into themselves, a madness of another kind, that only the merest spark was left within to make them eat and sleep and somehow walk through the waste spaces of their days
Her mother had been one of those
On the balcony in Chiara so many years later, Dianora looked up at Scelto and realized, from the blinking concern in his face, that she'd been silent for too longShe'd been here for a long time; she http://www.naluxury.com/categorys_99_Gucci-Tote_1.html" target="_blank was good at dissemblingAt smiling when it was needfulEven with Scelto whom she hated to deceiveAnd especially with Brandin, whom she had to deceive, or die
"lassica is not a concern," she said mildly, resuming the conversation as if nothing had happenedIndeed, nothing had happened, only old memories come backNothing of weight or import in the world, nothing that mattered or could matter
She said, skillfully laughing, "She is far too unintelligent to divert him and too young to relax him as Solores doesI'm glad of your information though, I think we can use itTell me, is Tesios growing weary tending her? Should I speak to Vencel about assigning someone younger? Or perhaps more than one?"
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