And d'Eymon, almost mad with his own grief yet... And d'Eymon, almost mad with his own grief yet stayed for her voiceValentin lowered his handShe saw him draw breath against the massive final reality of his own wound, and then, closing his eyes to the pain and the fierce light, she heard him speakNot a cry, only the one word spoken in a clear voiceThe one word which was, oh, what else could it have ever been?, the name of his home, offered as a shining thing for the world again to know
And Dianora saw then that d'Eymon of Ygrath did know itThat he did hear the nameWhich meant that all men now could, that the spell was brokenValentin opened his eyes and looked up at the Chancellor, reading the truth of that knowledge in d'Eymon's face, and Dianora saw that the Prince of Tigana was
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Even in death the smile remained on the terribly afflicted faceAnd the echo of his last word, the single name, seemed to Dianora to be hanging yet and spreading outward in ripples through the air around the hill, above the valley where the Barbadians were all dying now
She looked down at the dead man in her arms, cradling his head and the greying hair, and she could not stop her tearsIn Finavir, he had saidAnother named place, farther away than dreamAnd had been right, as so many, many times he had been rightThey ought to have met, if the gods had any kindness, any pity at all for them, in another world than thisFor love was what it was, but it
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She heard a sound from under the canopy and turned in time to see d'Eymon slump forward against Brandin's chairThe hilt of his sword was against the seat-back of the chairThe blade was buried in his breastShe saw it and she pitied him his pain but she could not properly grieveThere was nothing left within her for such a sorrowD'Eymon of Ygrath could not matter nowNot with the two men lying here with her, beside each otherShe could pity, oh, she could pity any man or woman born, but she could not grieve for any but these two
Not ever, she realized
She looked over then and saw Scelto, still on his knees, the only other living person on this hillBut for her, she realized, even more than for the deadHis first tears had
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For the last time she looked down at the man for whose love she had betrayed her home and all her dead and her own vengeance sworn before a fire in her father's house so long agoShe looked down upon what remained of Brandin of Ygrath with his soul gone, and slowly, tenderly, Dianora lowered her head and kissed him upon the lips in farewell"In Finavir," she said Then she laid him on the ground beside Valentin and she stood
Looking south she saw that three men and the woman with red hair had descended the slope of the wizards' ridge and were beginning to swiftly cross the uneven ground betweenShe turned to Scelto whose eyes had now a terrible foreknowledge in
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"In a way," she said to him, gesturing at the Prince, "it would almost be better if no one ever knew who he wasBut I don't think we can do thatStay, and tell them when they get hereWhoever they are, they ought to know
"Oh, my lady," he whispered, weeping"Must it end like this?"
She knew what he meantShe would not dissemble with him nowShe looked at the people, whoever they were, coming quickly across the ground from the south
A brown-haired man with a sword, another darker one, a third man, smaller than the other two
"Yes," she said to Scelto, watching them approach"Yes, I think it
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