The Senzian stopped just across the border to do some dealing in the fort of ForeseHe also paid his transit duties there scrupulously, waiting patiently in line to have his cart examined and leviedThe death-wheels, he pointed out to her after, in the acerbic Senzian manner, were not reserved for highway thieves and captured wizards
Thus delayed, they spent the night at a coach-house on the well-traveled road, joining a party of Ferraut traders for dinnerDianora excused herself early and went to bedShe'd paid for a room alone and took the precaution of pushing an oak dresser in front of her doorNothing disturbed her though, except her dreamsShe was back in Tigana and yet she wasn't, because it wasn't thereShe whispered the name to herself like a talisman or a prayer before falling into a restless sleep shot through with images of destruction from the burning year
They spent the second night at another inn beside the dolce