There was a quite substantial level of jubilant chaos erupting all around in the harborHis stomach was churningHe closed his eyes, fighting nausea and dizziness, the tumultuous overflow
When he opened his eyes it was to gaze at the Fool, Rhun, they had said his name wasIt was deeply unsettling to see how, with the King releasing his own feelings, clutching the woman in that grip of transparent need, the Fool, the surrogate, seemed suddenly empty and hollowThere was a blank, weighted sadness to him, jarring in its discontinuity amid the exultation all aroundRhun seemed a still, silent point of numbness amid a world of tumult and weeping and laughter
Alessan looked at the bent, balding figure with his weirdly deformed face, and felt a blurred, disorienting kinship to the manAs if the two of them were linked here, if only in their inability to know how to react to all of this
He had to have been shielding himself, Alessan repeated in his mind for the tenth time, the twentiethHe looked at Brandin again, and then away, hurting with confusion and grief
For how many years in Quileia had he and Baerd spun adolescent plots of making their way here? Of coming upon the Tyrant and killing him, their cries of Tigana's name ringing in the air, hurtling back into the world
And this morning, now, he'd been scarcely fifteen feet away, unsuspected, unknown, with a
tiffany bean earrings dagger at his belt and only one row of people between him and the man who'd tortured and killed his father
He had to have been shielding himself against a blade
But the thing was, the simple fact was, that Alessan couldn't know thatHe hadn't tested it; hadn't triedHe had stood and watchedPlayed out his own cool plan of shaping events, steering them towards some larger abstraction
His eyes hurt; there was a dull pulsing behind them, as if the sun were too bright for himThe woman in yellow had not moved away; she was still looking up at him with a slantwise glance hard not to understandHe didn't know where the child's father was, but it was clear that the woman didn't greatly care just nowIt would be interesting, he thought, with that perverse, detached quirk of his mind that was always there, to see how many children were born in Chiara nine months from now
He smiled at her again, meaninglessly, and made some form of mumbled excuseThen he started back alone through the celebrating, uproarious crowd towards the inn where the three of them had been paying for their room by making music these past three daysMusic might help right now, he thoughtVery often music was the only thing that helpedHis heart was still racing weirdly, as it had started to do when the woman broke the surface of the water with the ring on her hand after so long undersea
So long a time he
miu miu clutch had actually begun to calculate if there was anything he could do to make use of the shock and fear that was going to follow upon her death
And then she had come up, had been there before them in the water and, in the second before the roaring of the crowd began, Brandin of Ygrath, who had been rigidly motionless from the moment she dived, had collapsed to his knees as if struck from behind by a blow that had robbed him of all his strength
And Alessan had found himself feeling ill and hopelessly confused even as the screams of triumph and ecstasy began to sweep across the harbor and the ships
This is fine, he told himself now, forcing his way past a wildly dancing ring of peopleThis will fit, it can be made to fitIt is coming togetherThey will face each otherHe had been fifteen feet away from Brandin of Ygrath with a blade in his belt
It was too bright in the square, and much too loudSomeone grabbed his arm as he went by and tried to draw him into a whirling circleA woman careened into his arms and kissed him full upon the lips before she disengagedHe didn't know anyone hereHe stumbled through the crowd, pushed and pulled this way and that, trying numbly to steer himself, a cork in a flood, towards The Trialla, where his room was, and a drink, and music
Devin was already at the crowded bar when he finally made it backErlein was nowhere to be seen
white chanel purse yetProbably still on the ship; staying afloat, as far from Brandin as he couldAs if the sorcerer had the faintest scintilla of interest in pursuing wizards right now
Devin, mercifully, said nothing at allOnly pushed over a full glass and a flagon of wineAlessan drained the glass and then another very quicklyHe had poured and tasted a third when Devin quickly touched his arm and he realized, with a sense of almost physical shock, that he'd forgotten his oath
He pushed the flagon away and buried his head in his hands
Someone was speaking beside him
"You're actually going to do it? You're a goat-begotten fool!" the first one snarled
"I'm joining up," the second replied, in the flat accents of Asoli"After what that woman did for him I figure Brandin's blessed with luckAnd someone who styles himself Brandin di Chiara is a long sight better than that butcher from BarbadiorWhat are you, friend, afraid of fighting?"
The other man gave a harsh bark of laughter"You simple-minded dolt," he saidHe flattened his voice in broad mimicry"After what that woman did for himWe all know what she did for him, night after nightThat woman is the Tyrant's whoreShe spent a dozen years coupling with the man who conquered us allSpreading her legs for him for her own gainAnd here you are, here all of you are, making a whore into a Queen over you
Alessan pushed his head up from his
prada bags cheap handsHe shifted his feet, pivoting for leverageThen, without a word spoken, he hammered a fist with all the strength of his body and all the tormented confusion of his heart into the speaker's faceHe felt bones crack under his blow; the man flew backwards into the bar and halfway over it, scattering glasses and bottles with a splintering crash
Alessan looked down at his fistIt was covered with blood across the knuckles, and already beginning to swellHe wondered if he'd broken his handHe wondered if he was going to be thrown out of the bar, or end up in a free-wheeling brawl for this stupidityThe Asolini who had proclaimed his readiness for war clapped him on the back with a hard, cheerful blow and the owner of The Trialla, their employer, in fact, grinned broadly, completely ignoring the shards of broken glass along the bar
"I was hoping someone would shut him up!" he roared over the raucous tumult in the roomSomeone else came over and wrung Alessan's hand, which hurt amazinglyThree men were shouting insistent demands to buy him a drinkFour others picked up the unconscious man and began carting him unceremoniously away in search of medical aidSomeone spat on the man's shattered face as he was carried by
Alessan turned away from that, back to the barThere was a single glass of Astibar blue wine in front of himHe looked quickly at Devin who said nothing
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