Sunday, January 31st, 2010

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12:56a	There had been men dying below him though,... There had been men dying below him though, fighting under his banner, in his name, and there had been no retreat for them from that plainHe had been driven to this moment, like a bear to a rocky cliff by a pack of wolves, and the price was being paid nowEverywhere the price was being paidThere was butchery in the valley; a slaughter of BarbadiansHe was a grieving, torn thing, all the memories of love, of a father's loss flooding over him, another kind of tidal wave He wept, adrift in an ocean of loss, far from any shoreHe was aware, dimly, of Dianora beside him, clutching his hands between her own, but he was lost inside his pain, power gone now, the core of his being shattered into fragments, shards, a man no longer young, trying without any hope at all, to conceive of how to shape a life that could possibly go forward from this hill Then the next thing happenedFor he had, in fact, chanel necklace forgotten somethingSomething he alone could possibly have known And so time, which truly would not stop, for grief or pity or love, carried them all forward to the moment no sorcerer or wizard or piper on his ridge had foreseen The weight had been the weight of mountains crushing his mindCarefully, exquisitely judged to leave him that faintest spark of self-awareness, which was where the purest torture layThat he might always know exactly who he was and had been, and what he was being made to do, utterly unable to control himselfPressed flat under the burden of mountainsHe straightened his back, of his own willHe tried to lift his head higher but could notHe understood: too many years in the same skewed, sunken positionThey had broken the bones of his shoulder several times, carefullyHe knew what he looked like, what they had turned him into in that darkness long agoHe had seen himself gucci knockoffs in mirrors through the years, and in the mirrors of others' eyesHe knew exactly what had been done to his body before they started on his mind That didn't matter nowThe mountains were goneHe looked out with his own sight, reached back with his own memories, could speak, if he wished to speak, with his own thoughts, his own voice, however much it had changed What Rhun did was draw his sword Of course he had a swordHe carried whatever weapon Brandin did, was given each day the clothing the King had chosen; he was the vent, the conduit, the double, the Fool He was more than thatHe knew exactly how much moreBrandin had left him that delicately measured scrap of awareness at the very bottom of his mind, under the burying, piled-up mountainsThat had been the whole point, the essence of everything; that and the secrecy, the fact that only they two knew and only they would ever know The men who omega speedmaster day date had maimed and disfigured him had been blind, working on him in their darkness, knowing him only by the insistent probing of their hands upon his flesh, reaching through to boneThey had never learned who he wasOnly Brandin knew, only Brandin and he himself, with that dim flickering of his identity so carefully left behind after everything else was goneIt had been so elegantly contrived, this answer to what he had done, this response to grief and rage No one living other than Brandin of Ygrath knew his true name and under the weight of mountains he had had no tongue to speak it himself, only a heart to cry for what was being done to himThe exquisite perfection of it, of that revenge But the mountains that had buried him were gone And on that thought, Valentin, Prince of Tigana, lifted his sword on a hill in Senzio His mind was his own, his memories: of a room without light, black as chloe bags paddington pitch, the voice of the Ygrathen King, weeping, telling what was being done to Tigana even as they spoke, and what would be done to him in the months and the years to come A mutilated body, his own features sorcerously imposed upon it, was death-wheeled in Chiara later that week then burned to ash and scattered to the winds In the black room the blind men began their workHe remembered trying not to scream at firstHe remembered screamingMuch later Brandin came and began and ended his own part of that careful patient workA torture of a different kind; much worseThe weight of mountains in his mind Late in that same year the King's Fool from Ygrath died of a misadventure in the newly occupied Palace of ChiaraAnd shortly afterwards, Rhun, with his weak, blinking eyes, his deformed shoulder and slack mouth, his nearly crippled walk, was brought shambling up from his darkness into twenty years of chanel cambon handbags n (Comment on this)
12:56a	It had been so elegantly contrived, this answer... It had been so elegantly contrived, this answer to what he had done, this response to grief and rage No one living other than Brandin of Ygrath knew his true name and under the weight of mountains he had had no tongue to speak it himself, only a heart to cry for what was being done to himThe exquisite perfection of it, of that revenge But the mountains that had buried him were gone And on that thought, Valentin, Prince of Tigana, lifted his sword on a hill in Senzio His mind was his own, his memories: of a room without light, black as pitch, the voice of the Ygrathen King, weeping, telling what was being done to Tigana even as they spoke, and what would be done to him in the months and the years to come A mutilated body, his own features sorcerously imposed upon it, was death-wheeled in Chiara later that week rolex watches ladies then burned to ash and scattered to the winds In the black room the blind men began their workHe remembered trying not to scream at firstHe remembered screamingMuch later Brandin came and began and ended his own part of that careful patient workA torture of a different kind; much worseThe weight of mountains in his mind Late in that same year the King's Fool from Ygrath died of a misadventure in the newly occupied Palace of ChiaraAnd shortly afterwards, Rhun, with his weak, blinking eyes, his deformed shoulder and slack mouth, his nearly crippled walk, was brought shambling up from his darkness into twenty years of night It was very bright here now, almost blindingly so in the sunlightBrandin was just ahead of himThe girl was holding his handThe girl was Saevar's daughter He had known her the moment she was tiffany and co necklace first brought to be presented to the KingShe had changed in five years, greatly changed, and she would change much more as the years spun past, but her eyes were her father's, exactly, and Valentin had watched Dianora grow upWhen he had heard her named, that first day, as a woman from Certando, the dim, allowed spark of his mind had flickered and burned, for he knew, he knew what she had come to do Then, as the months passed and the years, he watched helplessly with his rheumy eyes from under the crush of his mountains, as the terrible interwovenness of things added love to everything elseHe was bound to Brandin unimaginably and he saw what happenedMore, he was made to be a part of it, by the very nature of the relationship between the Kings and the Fools of Ygrath It was he who first gave expression, beyond his tiffany and co earrings uk control, he had no control, to what was growing in the heart of the KingBack in a time when Brandin still refused to admit even the idea of love into a soul and a life shaped by vengeance and loss it was Rhun, Valentin, who would find himself staring at Dianora, at Saevar's dark-haired daughter, with another man's soul in his eyes No more, not ever againThe long night had been rolled backThe sorcery that had bound him was goneIt was over; he stood in sunlight and could speak his true name if he choseHe took an awkward step forward and then, more carefully, anotherNo one noticed him thoughThey never noticed himEven that name, chosen by the KingOnly the two of them ever to knowNot for the world, thisHe had even understoodPerhaps the most terrible thing of all: he had understood He stepped under the canopyBrandin pink louis vuitton bag was ahead of him near the edge of the hillHe had never struck a man from behind in all his daysHe moved to one side, stumbling a little, and came up on the King's right hand "You should have killed me by the river," he said, very clearlySlowly, Brandin turned his head, as if just now remembering somethingValentin waited until their eyes met and held before he drove his sword into the Ygrathen's heart, the way a Prince killed his enemies, however many years it might take, however much might have to be endured before such an ending was allowed Dianora could not even scream she was so stunned, so unpreparedShe saw Brandin stagger backward, a blade in his chestThen Rhun, Rhun!, jerked it clumsily free and so much blood followedBrandin's eyes were wide with astonishment and pain, but they were clear, so luminously leather chanel purse cle (Comment on this)
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