She seemed to be utterly incapable of marshaling... She seemed to be utterly incapable of marshaling any understanding, of shaping an adequate response to what had just happened
One thought only kept driving the others away, pounding in her head like the hammer of a herald's staff on the floorA thought so impossible, so disabling, that she tried, with all she could, through the
blinding pulse of an onrushing headache, to block it outThe hammering crashed through, again and again: she had saved his life
Tigana had been a single pulsebeat away from coming back into the worldThe pulsebeat of Brandin that the crossbow would have ended
Home was a dream she'd had yesterdayA place where children used to playAmong towers near the mountains, by a river, on curving sweeps of white or golden sand beside
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How was she to deal with that? How possibly cope with what it meant? She had come here to kill Brandin of Ygrath, to end his life that lost Tigana might live again
The shivering started once moreFussing and murmuring, Scelto built up the fire and brought yet another blanket for her knees and feetWhen he saw the tears on her face he made a queer helpless sound of distressSomeone knocked loudly on her door sometime later and she heard Scelto driving them away with language she had never known him
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Gradually, very slowly, she began to pull herself togetherFrom the color of the light that gently drifted down through the high windows she knew that the afternoon would be waning towards duskShe rubbed her cheeks and eyes with the backs of her handsShe had to be ready when twilight came; twilight was when Brandin sent to the saishan
She rose from her chair, pleased to find that her legs were steadierScelto rushed up, protesting, but when he saw her face he quickly checked himselfWithout another word he led her through the inner doors and down that hallway to the bathsHis ferocious glare silenced the attendants thereShe had a sense that he would have struck them if they had spoken; she had never heard of him doing a single violent
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She let them bathe her, let the scented oils soften her skinThere had been blood on it that afternoonThe waters swirled around her and then awayThe attendants washed her hairAfter, Scelto painted the nails of her fingers and toesA soft shade, dusty roseFar from the color of blood, far from anger or griefLater she would paint her lips the same shadeShe doubted they would make love, thoughShe would hold him and be heldShe went back to her room to wait for the summons
From the light she knew when evening had fallenEveryone in the saishan always knew when evening fellThe day revolved towards and then away from the hour of darknessShe sent Scelto outside, to receive the word when it came
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Anger flamed wildly within herlike the head of Isolla of Ygrath in the Audience ChamberDianora could scarcely draw breath, so fierce was her sudden rageNever in her life had she felt anything like this, this white hot caldron in her heartAfter Tigana fell, after her brother was driven away, her hatred had been a shaped thing, controlled, channeled, driven by purpose, a guarded flame that she'd known would have to burn a long timeA caldron boiling over inside her, prodigious, overmastering, sweeping all before it like a lava flowHad Brandin been in her room at that moment she could have ripped his heart out with her nails and teeth, as the women tore Adaon on the
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