Lead me back to Menico at the innEven a bed shared with two syrenya-players who snore in marginal harmony is a serious improvement over cold ground beside Baerd's relative silence
Baerd favored him with a forbidding glareOne that Alessan appeared to weather quite easily"I will refrain," Baerd said darkly, "from a recitation of your own nocturnal habitsI will wait here alone for Duke Sandre to returnWe'll have to burn this lodge tonight, for obvious reasonsThere's a body that will otherwise be missing when the servants come back in the morningWe'll meet the three of you by the cache three mornings from now, as early as you see fit to rise from your pillowsAssuming," he added with heavy sarcasm, "that soft city living doesn't prevent you from being able to find the cache
"I'll find it if he gets lost," Catriana said
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"Of course I know that," Baerd said softlyHis expression changed"I'm only afraid that the music will kill us both one of these days
Intercepting the look that passed between them then, Devin learned something new and sudden and unexpected, on a night when he'd already learned more things than he could easily handle, about the nature of bonding and about love
"Go," said Baerd with a scowl, as Alessan still hesitatedCatriana was already by the door"We will meet you after the FestivalDon't," he added, "expect to recognize us
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He was still thinking about that as he followed Alessan and Catriana out the door and into the darkness of the wood again

Chapter 6

IT HAPPENED, THE LONG PATH OF THAT DAY AND NIGHT DID not lead back to the inn after all
The three of them returned through the forest to the main road from Astibar to Ardin townThey walked in silence along the road under the arch of the autumn stars, cicadas loud in the woods on either sideDevin was glad of his woolen overshirt; it was chilly now, there might be a frost tonight
It was strange to be abroad in the darkness so lateWhen they were traveling Menico was always careful to have his company quartered and settled by the dinner hourEven with the stern measures both Tyrants had taken against thieves and brigands, the paths of the Palm were not often traveled http://www.culuxury.com/scategory_7_Gucci.html" target="_blank by decent folk at night
Folk such as he himself had been, only this morningHe had been secure in his niche and his calling, had even had, improbably enough, a triumphHe'd been poised on the edge of a genuine successAnd now he was walking a road in darkness having abandoned any such prospects or security, and having sworn an oath that marked him for a death-wheel, in Chiara if not hereBoth places actually, if Tomasso bar Sandre talked
It was an odd, lonely feelingHe trusted the men he had joined, he even trusted the girl, if it came to that, but he didn't know them very wellNot like he knew Menico or Eghano after so many years
It occurred to him that the same dilemma applied to the cause he had just sworn to make his own: he didn't know Tigana either, which was the whole point of what Brandin of Ygrath had done with his http://www.ualuxury.com/scategory_26_Chanel-Jewelry.html" target="_blank sorceryDevin was in the process of changing his life for a story told under the moon, for a childhood song, an evocation of his mother, something almost purely an abstraction for him
He was honest enough to wonder if he was doing this as much for the adventure of it, for the glamor that Alessan and Baerd and the old Duke represented, as for the depth of old pain and grief he'd learned about in the forest tonightHe didn't know the answerHe didn't know how much Catriana fitted into his reasons, how much his father did, or pride, or the sound of Baerd's voice speaking his loss to the night
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