ind t eadier. Scelto rusesting, but  o ttendants t ruck t act. Not since  his own manhood.

    S t ted oils soften  t afternoon.

    ters sendants o painted toes. A soft sy rose. Far from the color of blood, far from anger or grief.

    Later s ed t back to o  for the summons.

    From t so Scelto outside, to receive t came.

    A s time after old  Brandin  for Solores.

    Anger flamed  exploded like . . . like t anyte  caldron in . After tigana fell, after red rolled, c so burn a long time.

    tering, s like a lava flo moment s out eetore Adaon on tainside. So take an involuntary backep a an observation t mattered now.

    mattered, all t mattered, t soday, trampling into muck and spattered blood ted ted  upstairs room in Certando.

    And in return? In return, Brandin  sent for Solores di Corte, leaving o spend tonight alone.

    Not, not a thing he should have done.

    It did not matter t even  of and le need onig or intelligence, for sparkle, for questions or suggestions. Or desire. , untleness t Solores gave. t sly did not. tenderness, ter tonigand: it ely, after w had happened.

    But s from him.

    And so it came to be t, alone in  nigered by no one and by noto  came whe fires of rage finally died.

    S and t marked off triads of t before t hin her.

    t urn of trand of memory so block out from among all tigana  sruly  Ember Niging terribly far from wever moorings her soul had found.

    e, Dianora lay as in an ope