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"Troubadour, you promised us harp music!" Sandre called out abruptlyThe wizard in the darkness didn't respondDevin had forgotten about thatHe didn't feel much like singing and he didn't think Catriana did either So, in the event, what happened was that Alessan expressionlessly claimed his Tregean pipes and began to make music alone beside the fire He played beautifully, with a pared-down economy of sound, melodies so sweetly offered that Devin, in his current mood, could almost imagine Eanna's stars and the blue crescent of the one moon pausing in their movements overhead so as not to have to wheel inexorably away from the grace of that music Then a short while later Devin realized what Alessan was doing and he felt, abruptly, as if he was going to cryHe held himself very still, to keep control, and he looked at the Prince across the red gucci new bag and orange of the flames Alessan's eyes were closed as he played, his lean face seemed almost hollowed out, the cheekbones showing clearlyAnd into the sounds he made he seemed to pour, as from a votive temple bowl, both the yearning that drove him, and the decency and care that Devin knew lay at the root of himBut that wasn't it, that wasn't what was making Devin want to cry: Every song that Alessan was playing, every single tune, achingly high and sweet, heartbreakingly clear, one after another, was a song from Senzio A song for Erlein di Senzio, cloaked in bitterness and the shadows of night by the riverbank alone I will not say I am sorry, Alessan had told the wizard as the sun had setBut I can tell you that I grieve And the night, listening to the music the Prince of Tigana made upon his pipes, Devin learned the diiference between the twoHe louis cartier watched Alessan, and then he watched the others as they looked at the Prince, and it was when he was gazing at Baerd that the need to weep did grow too strongHis own griefs rose to the call of the mountain pipesGrief for Alessan and overmastered ErleinFor Baerd and his haunted night walkingFor Sandre and his ten fingers and his dead sonFor Catriana and himself, all their generation, rootless and cut off from what they were in a world without a homeFor all the myriad accumulations of loss and what men and women had to do in order to seek redress Catriana went to the baggage and she opened and poured another bottle of wineAnd as always, it was blueShe filled Devin's glass in silenceShe'd scarcely spoken a word all night, but he felt closer to her than he had in a long timeHe drank slowly, watching the cold smoke rise from his glass and drift omega fake watches away in the cool nightThe stars overhead were like icy points of fire and the moon was as blue as the wine and as far away as freedom, or a home Devin finished his glass and put it downHe reached for his blanket and lay down himself, wrapping it around himHe found himself thinking about his father and of the twins for the first time in a long time A few moments later Catriana lay down not far awayUsually she spread her sleeping-roll and blanket on the far side of the fire from where he was, next to the DukeDevin was wise enough now to know that there was a certain kind of reaching out in what she did, and that tonight might even mark a chance to begin the healing of what lay badly between them, but he was too drained to know what to do or say among all these complicated sorrows He said good-night to her, softly, but she did not replyHe wasn't cheap louis vuitton sure if she'd heard him, but he didn't say it againA moment later he opened them again, to look at Sandre across the fireThe Duke was gazing steadily into the flamesDevin wondered what he saw thereHe wondered, but he didn't really want to know, Erlein was a shadow, a darker place in the world against the dark by the riverbankDevin lifted himself on one elbow to look for Baerd, but Baerd had gone away, to walk alone in the night Alessan hadn't moved, or opened his eyesHe was still playing, lonely and high and sorrowful, when Devin fell asleep He woke to Baerd's firm hand on his shoulderIt was still dark and quite cold nowThe fire had been allowed to die to ember and ashCatriana and the Duke were still asleep, but Alessan was standing behind BaerdHe looked pale but composedDevin wondered if he'd gone to bed at all "I need your help," Baerd louis vuitton multicolor speedy murmu

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