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The pain was too great: the twisting feeling...
Posted on 2010-Feb-11 at 11:40
The pain was too great: the twisting feeling inside that came with the blank look of incomprehension on the faces of the Ygrathens or the traders and bankers from Corte who had swarmed quickly down to seek what profit they could among the rubble and the slow rebuilding of a cityIt was a hurt for which, truly, there was no name
Dianora could remember, with jagged, sharp-edged clarity, the first time she'd called her home Lower CorteThey all could, all the survivors: it was, for each of them, a moment embedded like a fish hook in the soulThe dead of Deisa, First or Second, were the lucky ones, so the phrase went that year
She watched her brother come into a bitter maturity that first summer and fall, grieving for his vanished smile, laughter lost, the childhood too soon gone, not knowing how deeply the same hard lessons and absences were etched in her own dolce and gabbana bags hollow, unlovely faceShe was sixteen in the late summer, he turned fifteen in the fallShe made a cake on his naming day, for the apprentice, the one old woman, her mother, her brother and herselfThey had no guests; assembly of any kind was forbidden throughout that yearHer mother had smiled when Dianora gave her a slice of the dark cake, but Dianora had known the smile had nothing to do with any of them
Her brother had known it tooPreternaturally grave he had kissed his mother on the forehead and then his sister, and had gone out into the nightIt was, of course, illegal to be abroad after nightfall, but something kept driving him out to walk the streets, past the random fires that still smoldered on almost every cornerIt was as if he was daring the Ygrathen patrols to catch himTo punish him for having been fourteen in the season of war
Two soldiers were knifed in louis vuitton fake bags buy the dark that fallTwenty death-wheels were hoisted in swift responseSix women and five children were among those bound aloft to dieDianora knew most of them; there weren't so very many people left in the city, they all knew each otherThe screaming of the children, then their diminishing cries were things she needed shelter from in her nights forever after
No more soldiers were killed
Her brother continued to go out at nightShe would lie awake until she heard him come inHe always made a sound, deliberately, so she would hear him and be able to fall asleepSomehow, he knew she would be awake, though she had never said a word
He would have been handsome, with his dark hair and deep brown eyes if he hadn't been so thin and if the eyes were not shadowed and ringed by sleeplessness and griefThere was not a great deal of food that first winter, most of the harvest had tiffany jewelry wholesale been burned, and the rest confiscated, but Dianora did the best she could to feed the five of themAbout the look in his eyes there was nothing she could doEveryone had that look that yearShe could see it in her mirror
The following spring the Ygrathen soldiers discovered a new form of sportIt had probably been inevitable that they would, one of the evil growths that sprang from the deep-sown seeds of Brandin's vengeance
Dianora remembered being at an upstairs window the day it beganShe was watching her brother and the apprentice, no longer an apprentice, of course, walking through a sun-brightened early morning across the square on their way to the site where they were laboringWhite clouds had been drifting by overhead, scudding with the windA small cluster of soldiers came from the opposite side and accosted the two boysHer window was open to air the room and balenciaga bag replica catch the freshness of the breeze; she heard it all
"Help us!" one of the soldiers bleated with a smirk she could see from her window"We're lost," he moaned, as the others quickly surrounded the boysHe drew sly chuckles from his fellowsOne of them elbowed another in the ribs
"Where are we?" the soldier begged
Eyes carefully lowered, her brother named the square and the streets leading from it
"That's no good!" the soldier complained"What good are street names to me? I don't even know what cursed town I'm in!" There was laughter; Dianora winced at what she heard in it
"Lower Corte," the apprentice muttered quickly, as her brother kept silentThey noticed the silence though
"What town? You tell me," the spokesman said more sharply, prodding her brother in the shoulderLower Corte," the apprentice intervened loudlyOne of the soldiers cuffed him on the side of the balenciaga designer h
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