Only guarded, carefulClosed tightly around the... Only guarded, carefulClosed tightly around the kernel of the hurt he had lived with for a long time
In some ways, Devin realized, Alessan had it easier than BaerdThe Prince could find a temporary release in talk, in laughter, and most of all, and almost always, in musicBaerd seemed to have no release at all; he walked through a world shaped and reshaped every single moment around the knowledge that Tigana was gone
It would drive him out at night sometimes, away from sleep, or from a fire they'd built up by a roadHe would rise without warning, neatly, quietly, and go out into the darkness alone
Devin would watch Alessan watching Baerd as he went away
"I knew a man like him once," Sandre said gravely one night after Baerd had left a warm room in a tavern for a fog-shrouded winter night in the Tregean hills near Borifort"He used to have to go away by himself to fight off a need to kill
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But it was spring now, and as the sap of the earth rose green-gold to the warming light so did Devin feel his own mood lifting to the stir and quickening of the world through which they rode
Wait for springtime, Alessan had said amid the browns and reds of autumn trees and the bare, harvested vinesAnd spring was upon them now, with the Ember Days approaching fast and at last, at long last, they were on the road for Certando and whatever answers lay thereDevin could not quell and did not want to quell the sense rising within him like sap in the green woods that whatever was going to happen was going to begin to happen soon
In the second cart beside Baerd he felt gloriously, importantly aliveAhead of them the glint of afternoon sunlight in Catriana's hair was doing something strange and wonderful to his bloodHe was aware of Baerd giving him a curious scrutiny, and caught a half-smile playing across the other's faceA very old ballad of the road, "The Song
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I'm a long way from the house where I was born And this is just another winding trail, But when the sun goes down both of the moons will rise And Eanna's stars will hear me tell my tale
Alessan, whatever his mood might be, was almost always ready to join in a song and, sure enough, Devin had the Tregean pipes with him by the second verseHe looked over and caught a wink from the Prince riding beside them
Catriana glanced back at them reprovinglyDevin grinned at her and shrugged, and Alessan's pipes suddenly spun into a wilder dance of invitationCatriana tried and failed to suppress a smileShe joined them on the third verse and then led them into the next song
Later, in the summer, Devin would revive that image of the five of them in the first hour of the long ride south and the memory would make him feel very old
He was young that dayIn a way they all were, briefly, even Sandre, joining in on the choruses he knew in a passable baritone voice,
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Devin took the third song back from Catriana, and sent his high clear voice along the road before them to lead the way down the sunlit, winding trail to Certando, to the Lady of Castle Borso, whoever she might be, and to whatever it was that Alessan had to find in the highlands
First though, nearing sundown, they overtook a traveler on the road
In itself that wasn't unusualThey were still in Ferraut, in the populated country north of Fort Ciorone where busy highways from Tregea and Corte met the north-south road they were onSolitary travelers, on the other hand, were sufficiently rare for Devin to join Baerd in scanning the sides of the road to see if others were hidden in ambush
A routine precaution, but they were in country where thieves would not survive long and in any case it was still daylightThen as they drew nearer Devin saw the small harp slung over the man's backDevin grinned; they were
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The man had turned and was waiting for them to catch upThe deep bow he offered Catriana as she pulled the lead cart to a halt beside him was of such courtly grace it almost looked like a parody on the lonely road
"I've been enjoying the sound of you for the last mile," he said, straightening"I must say I'm enjoying the sight of you even more He was tall, no longer young, with long, greying hair and quick eyesHe gave Catriana the sort of smile for which the troubadours of the Palm were notoriousHis teeth were white and even in a leathery face
"Heading south with the spring?" she asked, smiling politely at his flattery"The old route?"
"I am indeed," he replied"The old route at the usual timeAnd I'd hate to tell someone as young and beautiful as you how many years I've been doing it
Devin jumped down from beside Baerd and strolled closer to the man to confirm something"I could probably guess," he said, grinning, "because I think I
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