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August 29, 2024
their mother,
And another reason for dy Lutez’s long neglect of his northern bride emerged . . . but which was cause and which effect?
“Not exactly an illness. A very unexpected . . . tragedy, or cruel accident.
It seemed she was to be the first inheritor of the Jokonan disaster.
withdrew a few trinkets for vails
Question
Cattilara
Haha
They turned again and went under another looming line of buildings to emerge in a small, square courtyard.
A stone-arched walk ran around the court’s edge, the fine alabaster pillars carved with a tracery of vines and flowers in the Roknari style
The courtyard of her dream in ch. 4 p. 59, where she saw the wounded man. When she saw Arhys with his real wound p. 160, she was in his tent, no courtyard.
Cattilara
Lord Illvin.”
Princess Umerue.
Lord Illvin—Ser dy Arbanos?—
His father had devoted him to the Bastard’s Order for a period in his youth, for his education,
Lord Pechma’s
nothing uncanny about it. No gods, no visions, no blazing white fires that yet did not burn. No mortal red wounds that opened and closed like a man buttoning his tunic.
A runty, bowlegged man with a short grizzled beard emerged,
Goram.”
It was possible to resist sleep for days on end,
She’d tried that, once, when the gods had first troubled her dreams,
There was no refuge from the gods to be had in madness, either; quite the reverse.
I never saw Goram the groom before, though.
So, You dragged me here, whichever of You harries me.
You cannot lift so much as a leaf; bending iron or my will is a task equally beyond your capacities.
HER SLEEP AT FIRST
real place, though not any place she’d yet been.
Lord Illvin’s chamber.
Learned dy Cabon
the god’s eyes glinted at her.
Simile double
My Lord Bastard.
“Rats,” he observed, sighing, “are low, shy, straightforward creatures. Very limited. For trickery, one wants a man. Or a woman.
“The Son of Autumn
dispatched many men in answer to your prayers, sweet Ista. They turned aside upon their roads, and did not arrive. For He could not bend their wills, nor their steps. And so they scattered to the winds as leaves do.”
“Now another prays, in despair as dark as yours. One as dear to me as Teidez was to my Brother of Autumn. And I have sent—you.
Who? Question
Haha
“When the man arises who can make you laugh, solemn Ista, angry Ista, iron Ista, then will your heart be healed. You have not prayed for this: it’s a guerdon even the gods cannot give you. We are limited to such simples as redemption from your sins.”
“The last time I tried to follow the gods’ holy addled inadequate instructions, I was betrayed into murder,” she raged.
sundered ghosts,
What can the gods give me?”
“Why, work, sweet Ista!”
He has given me back the gift of second sight. Direct, unguided perception of the world of spirit,
the Mother’s lips
Learned dy Cabon
He was not, now, her dream, she was quite certain of it. She was his.
“Your god,” snapped Ista, “has a vile sense of humor.”
Haha
She wondered whose prayers could have drawn her here.
a man who’d never woken from an exsanguinated collapse.
Lady Cattilara,
the door at the far end,
