"Not a word, Devin! Don't say a word!" He...
"Not a word, Devin! Don't say a word!"
He obeyed, sitting very still, almost invisible in the depths of his chairAbruptly she blew out the candle; she didn't want light nowAnd then, because it was dark, and because he was so obligingly silent she was gradually able to regain control of herselfTo move past the meaning of this moment without weepingIt took a long time in the darkness but eventually she was able to draw a long, steady breath and know she was all right
"Thank you," she said, not entirely sure what she was thanking him forShe waited a moment then softly called his nameShe listened, and eventually was able to make out the steady rise and fall of his breathing in sleep
She had enough of a sense of irony to find that amusingHe had evidently had a difficult night though, and not just in the obvious ways
She thought about waking him and sending him back to his own roomIt would most certainly raise eyebrows if they were seen leaving here together in the morningShe discovered, though, that she didn't really careShe also realized that she minded less than she'd expected that he'd figured out the one truth about her and had just learned anotherAbout her father, but really more about herselfShe wondered about that, why it didn't bother her more
She considered putting one of the blankets over him but resisted the impulseFor some reason she didn't really want him waking in the morning and knowing she'd done thatRovigo's daughters did that sort of thing, not sheOr no: the younger daughter would have had him in this bed and inside her by now, strange moods and exhaustion cartier pasha women's watch notwithstandingThe older? Would have woven a new quilt at miraculous speed and tucked it around him with a note attached as to the lineage of the sheep that had given the wool and the history of the pattern she'd chosen
Catriana smiled to herself in the darkness and settled back to sleepHer restlessness seemed to have passed and she did not dream againWhen she woke, just after dawn, he was goneShe didn't learn until later just how far

Chapter 11

ELENA STOOD BY THE OPEN DOOR OF MATTIO'S HOUSE LOOKING up the dark road to the moat and the raised drawbridge, watching the candles flicker and go out one by one in the windows of Castle BorsoAt intervals people walked past her into the house, offering only a nod or a brief greeting if anything at allIt was a night of battle that lay ahead of them, and everyone arriving was aware of that
From the village behind her there came no sound at all, and no lightAll the candles were long snuffed out, fires banked, windows covered over, even the chinks at the base of doors blocked by cloth or ragsThe dead walked on the first of the Ember Nights, everyone knew that
There was little noise from within the house behind her, though fifteen or twenty people must have arrived by now, crowding into Mattio's home at the edge of the villageElena didn't know how many more Walkers were yet to join them here, or later, at the meeting-place; she did know that there would be too fewThere hadn't been enough last year, or the year before that, and they had lost those battles very badlyThe Ember Night wars were killing the Walkers faster than young ones like Elena herself were growing chanel bag gold chain up to replace themWhich is why they were losing each spring, why they would almost certainly lose tonight
It was a starry night, with only the one moon risen, the white crescent of Vidomni as she wanedIt was cold as well, here in the highlands at the very beginning of springElena wrapped her arms about herself, gripping her elbows with her handsIt would be a different sky, a different feel to the night entirely, in only a few hours, when the battle began
Carenna walked in, giving her quick warm smile, but not stopping to talkIt was not a time for talkingElena was worried about Carenna tonight; she had just had a child two weeks beforeIt was too soon for her to be doing thisBut she was needed, they were all needed, and the Ember Night wars did not tarry for any man or woman, or for anything that happened in the world of day
She nodded in response to a couple she didn't knowThey followed Carenna past her into the houseThere was dust on their clothing; they had probably come from a long way east, timing their arrival here for after the sundown closing of the doors and windows in the town and in all the lonely farmhouses out in the night of the fieldsBehind all those doors and windows, Elena knew, the people of the southern highlands would be waiting in darkness and praying
Praying for rain and then sun, for the earth to be fruitful through spring and summer to the tall harvest of fallFor the seedlings of grain, of corn, to nourish when sown, take root and then rise, yellow and full of ripened promise, from the dark, moist, giving soilPraying, though they knew nothing within their wrapped dark prada handbag homes of what would actually happen tonight, for the Night Walkers to save the fields, the season, the grain, save and succor all their lives
Elena instinctively reached up to finger the small leather ornament she wore about her neckThe ornament that held the shriveled remnant of the caul in which she had been born, as all the Walkers had been, sheathed in the transparent birthing sac as they came crying from the womb
A symbol of good fortune, birthwomen named the caul elsewhere in the PalmChildren born sheathed in that sac were said to be destined for a life blessed by the Triad
Here at the remote southern edges of the peninsula, in these wild highlands beneath the mountains, the teachings and the lore were differentHere the ancient rites went deeper, further back, were passed from hand to hand, from mouth to mouth down from their beginnings long agoIn the highlands of Certando a child born with a caul was not said to be guarded from death at sea, or naively named for fortune
It was marked for war
For this war, fought each year on the first of the Ember Nights that began the spring and so began the yearFought in the fields and for the fields, for the not yet risen seedlings that were hope and life and the offered promise of earth renewedFought for those in the great cities, cut off from the truths of the land, ignorant of such things, and fought for all the living here in Certando, huddled behind their walls, who knew only enough to pray and to be afraid of sounds in the night that might be the dead abroad
From behind Elena a hand touched her shoulderShe turned to see Mattio looking fake louis vuitton handbags quizzically at herShe shook her head, pushing her hair back with one hand
"Nothing yet," she said
Mattio did not speak, but the pale moonlight showed his eyes bleak above the full black beardHe squeezed her shoulder, out of a habit of reassurance more than anything else, before turning to go back inside
Elena watched him go, heavy-striding, solid and capableThrough the open doorway she saw him sit down again at the long trestle-table, across from DonarShe gazed at the two of them for a moment, thinking about Verzar, about love and then desire
She turned away again to look out into the night toward the huge brooding outline of the castle in whose shadow she had spent her whole lifeShe felt old suddenly, far older than her yearsShe had two small children sleeping with her mother and father tonight in one of those shut-up cottages where no lights burnedShe also had a husband sleeping in the burying field, a casualty, one of so many, of the terrible battle a year ago when the numbers of the Others seemed to have grown so much larger than ever before and so cruelly, malevolently triumphant
Verzar had died a few days after that defeat, as all the victims of the night battles did
Those touched by death in the Ember Night wars did not fall in the fieldsThey acknowledged that cold, final touch in their souls, like a finger on the heart, Verzar had said to her, and they came home to sleep and wake and walk through a day or a week or a month before yielding to the ending that had claimed them for its own
In the north, in the cities, they spoke of the last portal of Morian, of longed-for grace in her dark rolex watch knock off H