There were also three undeniably attractive young... There were also three undeniably attractive young women whose names flew past Devin, amid screams and blushes, much too fast to be caughtThe oldest of these three though, about seventeen, he guessed, had a musical lilt to her voice and an exceptionally flirtatious glance
In the light of the hallway of her home the merchant's oldest daughter turned out to be small and grave and slenderShe had long, very straight black hair and eyes of the mildest shade of blue Devin could remember seeingBeside her, Catriana's own blue gaze looked more challenging than ever and her tumbling red hair resembled nothing so much as the mane of a lioness
They were ushered by insistent female hands and voices into immensely comfortable chairs in a sitting-room furnished in shades of green and goldA huge country fire blazed on the hearth, repudiating the autumn chillA large carpet in a design that was unmistakably
black fendi spy Quileian, even to Devin's untutored eye, covered the floorThe seventeen-year-old, Selvena, it emerged, sank gracefully down upon it at Devin's feetShe looked up at him and smiledHe received, and chose to ignore, a quick, sardonic glance from Catriana as she took a seat -nearer to the fireAlais was elsewhere for the moment, helping her mother
Just then Rovigo reappeared, flushed and triumphant from some back room, carrying three bottles
"I hope," he said, beaming down upon them, "that you all have a taste for Astibar's blue wine?"
And for Devin that simple question cast an entirely benevolent aura of fate over his impulsive action in the darkness outsideHe glanced over at Alessan, and was rewarded with an odd smile that seemed to him to acknowledge many things
Rovigo quickly began uncorking and pouring the wine"If any of my wretched females are bothering you," he said over his shoulder, "feel free
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Selvena settled her gown more becomingly about her on the carpet, ignoring her father's gibe with an ease that bespoke long familiarity with this sort of thingHer mother, neat, trim, competent, a laughably far cry from Rovigo's description in The Bird, came in with Alais and an elderly household servantIn a very short while a sideboard was covered with a remarkable variety of food
Devin accepted a glass from Rovigo, savoring the icy-clean bouquetHe leaned back in his chair and prepared to be extremely content for the next little whileSelvena rose at a glance from her mother, but only to fill a plate of food for DevinShe brought it back to him, smiling, and settled on the carpet again, marginally nearer than beforeAlais served Alessan and Catriana while the two youngest daughters sank down on the floor by their
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Devin doubted if he'd ever seen a man so obviously happy to be where he wasIt must have shown in the amused irony of his glance, for Rovigo, catching the look, shrugged
"Daughters," he lamented, sorrowfully shaking his head
" 'Ponderous cartwheels,' " Devin reminded him, looking pointedly at the merchant's wifeAlix, laughter-lines crinkling at her temples, had overheard the exchange
"He did it again, did he?" she said, tilting her head to one side"Let me guess: I was of elephantine proportions and formidably evil disposition, and the four girls had scarcely enough good features among them to make up one passably acceptable womanAm I right?"
Laughing aloud, Devin turned to see Rovigo, not at all discomfited, beaming with pride at his wife"Exactly right," Devin said to Alix, "but I must say in his defense that I've never heard anyone give
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He was rewarded with Alix's quick laughter and a wonderfully grave smile over her shoulder from Alais, busy at the sideboard
Rovigo raised his glass, moving it in small circles to make a pattern in the air with the icy smoke"Will you join me in drinking to the memory of our Duke and to the glory of music? I don't believe in making idle toasts with blue wine
"Nor do I," Alessan said quietlyHe lifted his own glass"To memory," he said very deliberately"To Sandre d'Astibar Then he added something else, under his breath, before sipping from the wine
Devin drank, tasting, for only the third or fourth time in his life, the astonishingly rich, cold complexity of Astibar's blue wineThere was nothing like it anywhere else in the PalmAnd its price reflected that factHe looked over and saluted Rovigo with his glass
"To all of you," Catriana said suddenly"To kindness on a dark
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