It was over; he stood in sunlight and could speak... It was over; he stood in sunlight and could speak his true name if he choseHe took an awkward step forward and then, more carefully, anotherNo one noticed him thoughThey never noticed himEven that name, chosen by the KingOnly the two of them ever to knowNot for the world, thisHe had even understoodPerhaps the most terrible thing of all: he had understood
He stepped under the canopyBrandin was ahead of him near the edge of the hillHe had never struck a man from behind in all his daysHe moved to one side, stumbling a little, and came up on the King's right hand
"You should have killed me by the river," he said, very clearlySlowly, Brandin turned his head, as if just
hermes borse now remembering somethingValentin waited until their eyes met and held before he drove his sword into the Ygrathen's heart, the way a Prince killed his enemies, however many years it might take, however much might have to be endured before such an ending was allowed
Dianora could not even scream she was so stunned, so unpreparedShe saw Brandin stagger backward, a blade in his chestThen Rhun, Rhun!, jerked it clumsily free and so much blood followedBrandin's eyes were wide with astonishment and pain, but they were clear, so luminously clearAnd so was his voice as she heard him say:
"Both of us?" He swayed, still on his feet"Father and son, both? What a
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Dianora heard the name as a white burst of sound in her brainTime seemed to change, to slow unbearablyShe saw Brandin sinking to his knees; it seemed to take forever for him to fallShe tried to move toward him; her body would not respondShe heard an elongated, weirdly distorted sound of anguish, and saw stark agony in d'Eymon's face as the Chancellor's blade ripped into and through Rhun's sideThe thing that had been done to him! And she beside him, beside that sufferingShe could not make a sound, could scarcely breathe
She saw him falling too, the maimed, broken form crumpling to the ground beside BrandinWho was still on his knees, a red wound in his chestAnd who was
tiffany knockoff looking at her now, only at herA sound finally escaped her lips as she sank down beside himHe reached out, so slowly, with such a colossal effort of will, with all the control he had, and he took her hand
"Oh, love," she heard him sayWe should have met in Finavir
She tried again to speak, to answer him, but tears were streaming down her face and closing her throatShe gripped his hand as tightly as she could, trying to will life from herself over into himHe slumped sideways against her shoulder, and so she lowered him to her lap and wrapped her arms around him, the way she had last night, only last night when he sleptShe saw the brilliantly clear grey eyes slowly
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A shadow crossed the sunShe looked up and saw d'Eymon's sword lifted highValentin raised a hand, pleading, to ward it
"Wait!" she gasped, forcing the one word
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