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Lord dy C...
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god-gnawed man that he was.
The gods set others to their work, it seemed.
Demons,
Lord Illvin
Goram
Lady Cattilara
and her husband . . . was not what he seemed, either.
Fetch a bucket of water for the drowning woman!
her self-involved expectations were mockingly thwarted.
And she was merely being . . . what? Tempted to meddle?
Work, the Bastard had said. Not dalliance.
Haha - pun on the modern meaning of “explicit” as it relates to sex.
Two brothers, a barren wife, one castle . . . perhaps it was not beyond her scope.
Unless I open to You, You cannot lift a leaf. Unless You pour into me, I cannot do . . . what?
Whether a sally port was a passage or a barrier depended
on its po...
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CATTILARA
I would imagine you would be relieved to see me shuffled off elsewhere. Or—something would.
A wholesome person had a soul congruent with the body,
thus nearly as invisible to second sight as to the sight of the eyes.
Cattilara’s spirit was the darkest and densest, roiling with strain and secret distress.
Simile nice
did the demon share all its observations with the mount it rode? How long, indeed, had Lady Cattilara been infested by her passenger?
Simile extended
he would honor me above all women!” Above, perhaps, the memory of his first wife? Do you compete with a dead woman, girl?
What I wish of you is that you get the marchess as far away from Porifors as you can persuade her to ride by noon.
Haha
Haha
That the demon dared not show itself before Ista did not guarantee that it dared not show itself at all. Ista had no idea of its powers and limits, yet.
Chancellor dy Cazaril in Cardegoss,
My other sight has returned. There is a difficult situation here.
Goram’s
her second sight took in Goram.
His soul was bizarre in appearance, unlike any other that she had yet seen.
“You! Who are you?
Do I dream still?” “No. Not this time.”
Haha like feeding a recalcitrant infant.
The skin of his chest was unmarked.
The dressing pad was soaked with a dull red-brown bloodstain.
“Arhys,
I saw Arhys fall at my feet. Blood—
Arhys was in Umerue’s chamber that night, too?
Lord Pechma
Princess Umerue’s
“Mother and Daughter,
Haha
An exotic woman, a virile man, a midnight visit, a spurned suitor . . . the roles the same, but the actors altered from Cattilara’s version?
Cattilara was an impediment to such a design, true, but she was just the sort of bump in the road that subtle poisons were designed to smooth away.
Wait.
Another nicely tidy tale. It only failed to account for the advent of Cattilara’s demon,
