Aug022010
It was Alessan who said, "That is one of the two...
It was Alessan who said, "That is one of the two names taken away, and the deepestTigana was our province and the name of the royal city by the seaThe fairest city under Eanna's lights you would have heard it namedOr perhaps, perhaps only the second most fair
A thread of something that seemed to genuinely long to become laughter was in his voiceLaughter and love togetherFor the first time Devin turned to look up at him
Alessan said, "If you were to have spoken with those from inland and south, in the city where the River Sperion, descending from the mountain, begins its run westward to find the sea, you would have heard it said that second wayFor we were always proud, and there was always rivalry between the two cities
In the end, hard as he tried, his voice could only carry loss
"You were born in that inland city, Devin, and so was IWe are children of that high valley and of the chanel cambon bag silver running of that mountain riverWe were born in AvalleIn Avalle of the Towers
There was music in Devin's mind again, with that name, but this time it was different from the bells he'd heard beforeThis time it was a music that took him back a long way, all the way to his father and his childhood
He said, "You do know the words then, don't you?"
"Of course I do," said Alessan gently
"Please?" Devin asked
But it was Catriana who answered him, in the voice a young mother might have used, rocking her child to sleep on an evening long ago:
Springtime morning in Avalle And I don't care what the priests say: I'm going down to the river today On a springtime morning in Avalle
When I'm all grown up, come what may, I'll build a boat to carry me away And the river will take it to Tigana Bay And the sea even further from Avalle
But wherever I wander, by night or by day, Where water runs swiftly gucci backpacks or high trees sway, My heart will carry me back and away To a dream of the towers of Avalle
A dream of my home in Avalle
The sweet sad words to the tune he'd always known drifted down to Devin, and with them came something elseA sense of loss so deep it almost drowned the light grace of Catriana's songNo breaking waves now, or trumpets along the blood: only the waters of longingA longing for something taken away from him before he'd even known it was his, taken so completely, so comprehensively he might have lived his whole life through without ever knowing it was gone
And so Devin wept as Catriana sangSmall boys, young-looking for their age, learned very early in northern Asoli how risky it was to cry where someone might seeBut something too large for Devin to deal with had overtaken him in the forest tonight
If he understood properly what Alessan had just said, this song was one his balenciaga dix motorcycle mother would have sung to him
His mother whose life had been ripped away by Brandin of YgrathHe bowed his head, though not to shield the tears, and listened as Catriana finished that bitter-sweet cradle song: a song of a child defying orders and authority, even when young, who was self-reliant enough to want to build a ship alone and brave enough to want to sail it into the wideness of the world, never turning backNor ever losing or forgetting the place where it all began
A child very much as Devin saw himself
Which was one of the reasons he weptFor he had been made to lose and forget those towers, he'd been robbed of any dream he himself might ever have had of Avalle
So his tears followed one another downward in darkness as he mourned his mother and his homeAnd in the shadows of that wood not far from Astibar those two griefs fused to each other in Devin and became welded in the forge of mulberry leather bag his heart with what memory meant to him and the loss of memory: and out of that blazing something took shape in Devin that was to change the running of his life line from that night
He dried his eyes on his sleeve and looked upHe saw that Baerd was looking at himVery deliberately Devin held up his left hand, the hand of the heartVery carefully he folded his third and fourth fingers down so that what showed was a simulacrum of the shape of the Peninsula of the Palm
The position for taking an oath
Baerd lifted his right hand and made the same gestureThey touched fingertips together, Devin's small palm against the other man's larger, callused one
Devin said, "If you will have me I am with youIn the name of my mother who died in that war I swear I will not break faith with you
"Nor I with you," said Baerd"In the name of Tigana gone There was a rustling as Alessan sank to his knees beside silver chanel them
A thread of something that seemed to genuinely long to become laughter was in his voiceLaughter and love togetherFor the first time Devin turned to look up at him
Alessan said, "If you were to have spoken with those from inland and south, in the city where the River Sperion, descending from the mountain, begins its run westward to find the sea, you would have heard it said that second wayFor we were always proud, and there was always rivalry between the two cities
In the end, hard as he tried, his voice could only carry loss
"You were born in that inland city, Devin, and so was IWe are children of that high valley and of the chanel cambon bag silver running of that mountain riverWe were born in AvalleIn Avalle of the Towers
There was music in Devin's mind again, with that name, but this time it was different from the bells he'd heard beforeThis time it was a music that took him back a long way, all the way to his father and his childhood
He said, "You do know the words then, don't you?"
"Of course I do," said Alessan gently
"Please?" Devin asked
But it was Catriana who answered him, in the voice a young mother might have used, rocking her child to sleep on an evening long ago:
Springtime morning in Avalle And I don't care what the priests say: I'm going down to the river today On a springtime morning in Avalle
When I'm all grown up, come what may, I'll build a boat to carry me away And the river will take it to Tigana Bay And the sea even further from Avalle
But wherever I wander, by night or by day, Where water runs swiftly gucci backpacks or high trees sway, My heart will carry me back and away To a dream of the towers of Avalle
A dream of my home in Avalle
The sweet sad words to the tune he'd always known drifted down to Devin, and with them came something elseA sense of loss so deep it almost drowned the light grace of Catriana's songNo breaking waves now, or trumpets along the blood: only the waters of longingA longing for something taken away from him before he'd even known it was his, taken so completely, so comprehensively he might have lived his whole life through without ever knowing it was gone
And so Devin wept as Catriana sangSmall boys, young-looking for their age, learned very early in northern Asoli how risky it was to cry where someone might seeBut something too large for Devin to deal with had overtaken him in the forest tonight
If he understood properly what Alessan had just said, this song was one his balenciaga dix motorcycle mother would have sung to him
His mother whose life had been ripped away by Brandin of YgrathHe bowed his head, though not to shield the tears, and listened as Catriana finished that bitter-sweet cradle song: a song of a child defying orders and authority, even when young, who was self-reliant enough to want to build a ship alone and brave enough to want to sail it into the wideness of the world, never turning backNor ever losing or forgetting the place where it all began
A child very much as Devin saw himself
Which was one of the reasons he weptFor he had been made to lose and forget those towers, he'd been robbed of any dream he himself might ever have had of Avalle
So his tears followed one another downward in darkness as he mourned his mother and his homeAnd in the shadows of that wood not far from Astibar those two griefs fused to each other in Devin and became welded in the forge of mulberry leather bag his heart with what memory meant to him and the loss of memory: and out of that blazing something took shape in Devin that was to change the running of his life line from that night
He dried his eyes on his sleeve and looked upHe saw that Baerd was looking at himVery deliberately Devin held up his left hand, the hand of the heartVery carefully he folded his third and fourth fingers down so that what showed was a simulacrum of the shape of the Peninsula of the Palm
The position for taking an oath
Baerd lifted his right hand and made the same gestureThey touched fingertips together, Devin's small palm against the other man's larger, callused one
Devin said, "If you will have me I am with youIn the name of my mother who died in that war I swear I will not break faith with you
"Nor I with you," said Baerd"In the name of Tigana gone There was a rustling as Alessan sank to his knees beside silver chanel them
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