They wept together, thus, for a very long timeShe...
They wept together, thus, for a very long timeShe could not have said how longShe could hear the breeze sigh through the young leaves outsideA bird sang, and another answered it from across the laneThe world was a place of dreaming or of sorrow, one or both of thoseIn the sanctuary of night she slowly pulled his tunic over his head, careful of his wounds, and then she slipped free of her own robeHer heart was beating like the heart of a captured forest creatureShe could feel the race of his pulse when her fingers touched his throatBoth of the moons had setThe wind was in all the leaves outside
And so in all that darkness, dark over and about and close-gathered around them, the full dark of moonless night and the darkness of their days, the two of them sought a pitiful illicit shelter in each other from the ruin of their world
"What are we doing?" her brother whispered once
And then, a space of time later when pulsebeats had slowed again, buy chanel purse leaving them clinging to each other in the aftermath of a headlong, terrifying need, he had said, one hand gentle in her hair, "What have we done?"
And all these long years later, alone in the saishan on the Island as this most hidden memory came back, Dianora could remember her reply
"Oh, Baerd," she'd said"What has been done to us?"
It lasted from that first night through the whole of spring and into the summerThe sin of the gods, it was named, what they didFor Adaon and Eanna were said to have been brother and sister at the beginning of time, and Morian was their child
Dianora didn't feel like a goddess, and her mirror offered no illusions: only a too thin face with enormous, staring eyesShe knew only that her happiness terrified her, and consumed her with guilt, and that her love for Baerd was the whole of her worldAnd what frightened her almost as much was seeing the same depth of love, the same astonished passion in himHer heart omega aqua terra watch misgave her constantly, even as they reached for their fugitive joy: too bright this forbidden flame in a land where any kind of brightness was lost or not allowed
He came to her every nightThe woman slept downstairs; their mother slept, and woke, in her own worldIn the dark of Dianora's room they escaped into each other, reaching through loss and the knowledge of wrong in search of innocence
He was still driven to go out some nights to walk the empty streetsNot as often as before, for which she gave thanks and sought a kind of justification for herselfA number of young men had been caught after curfew and killed on the wheels that springIf what she was doing kept him alive she would face whatever judgment lay in wait for her in Morian's Halls
She couldn't keep him every night thoughSometimes a need she could not share or truly understand would drive him forthHow the city was different under the two moons or one of them or the starsHow louis vuitton neo cabby softer light and shadow let him see it as Tigana againHow he could walk silently down towards the sea and come upon the darkened palace, and how the rubble and ruin of it could somehow be rebuilt in his mind in darkness towards what it had been before
He had a need for that, he saidHe never baited the soldiers and promised her he never wouldHe didn't even want to see them, he saidThey crashed into the illusions he wantedHe just needed to be abroad inside his memory of the city that had goneSometimes, Baerd told her, he would slip through gaps he knew in the harbor walls and walk along the beach listening to the sea
By day he labored, a thin boy at a strong man's job, helping to rebuild what they were permitted to rebuildRich merchants from Corte, their ancient enemies, had been allowed to settle in the city, to buy up the smashed buildings and residential palaces very inexpensively, and to set about restoring them for their own cartier tank must purposes
Baerd would come home at the end of a day sometimes with gashes and fresh bruises, and once the mark of a whip across his shouldersShe knew that if one company of soldiers had ended their sport with him there were others to pick it upIt was only happening here, she'd heardEverywhere else the soldiers restrained themselves and the King of Ygrath was governing with care, to consolidate his provinces against Barbadior
In Lower Corte they were special, thoughThey had killed his son
She would see those marks on Baerd and she had not the heart to ask him to deny himself his lost city at night when the need rose in himEven though she lived a hundred terrors and died half a hundred deaths every time the front door closed behind him after dark, until she heard it open again and heard his loved, familiar footstep on the stairs, and then the landing, and then he came into her room to take and hold her in his arms
It went on into summer and then it borse fendi ended