out into tyard.

    t, backed by rings and pipes. No voices. Not yet.

    If Aldine and Nieri e last nig didnt s did, only in tration and intensity of ts t morning.

    Sometimes seeming to pull times follo, tened faces, tunics and t-black gloves t ruly otherworldly.

    rained o be. Not inviting or alluring as some otroupes approaces, nor a merely graceful prelude to tain ot. Menicos dancers os, t in  restive, preening audience.

    And in t silence t;Invocationquot; to Eanna of ts tered stars t he diamonds of her diadem.

    Rapt and attentive to rivances of professional skill to s artlessness, t carried t princes of Astibar ing of sorroibar, triads mortal c tals to move on Adaons earts for so s a time. So s and bitter and s a season of days.

    Devin rianas voice reacoo be calling ere. , even more tatues in a frieze, norap of time— and at t t o t  for to fill, in tals lived and died.

    So Menico di Ferraut o tes long ago, bringing forty years of art and a full, mucraveled life to t t this morning had become.

    Even as o sing, Devins  sund, unassuming leader hey were shaping.

    topped, as planned, after tage, for teners. tomasso  Sandres bier ake place upstairs. After, t tes, ending on Devins quot;Lament,quot; and t doside admitted al vase.

    Menico led t from tyard amid a silence so deep it  possible accolade.

    tered t  up in ted, no one spoke. Devin moved to o tcer of t-like in ted a glass of green s but declined te of food