If you can tell me what they say, on my honor and... If you can tell me what they say, on my honor and in the name of Brandin, King of Ygrath, I'll give the first man who says the name back to me twenty gold ygrasEven from where she sat, high up and screened behind her window, Dianora could see the Asoli traders reactThat was before she closed her eyesShe knew what was coming and how it was going to hurtShe wanted her father alive in that moment with a longing so acute she almost weptHer brother was down there though, among soldiers who hated themShe forced back her tears and opened her eyes
"You," said the soldier to the apprentice, they always started with him, "your province had another name onceTell them what it
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She saw the boy, Naddo was his name, go white with fear or anger, or bothThe four merchants, oblivious to that irrelevance, leaned forward, straining with anticipationDianora saw Naddo look at her brother for guidance, or perhaps for dispensation
The soldier saw the glance"None of that!" he snappedThen he drew his sword"For your life, say the name Naddo, very clearly, said, "Tigana
And of course not one of the merchants could say back the word he spokeNot for twenty golden ygras or twenty times so manyDianora could read the bafflement, the balked greed in their eyes, and the fear that confronting sorcery always brought
The soldiers laughed and jostled each
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"No," he said flatly before they could even command him"You have had your sportThey cannot hear the nameWe all know it, what is left to prove?"
He was fifteen, and much too thin, and his dark-brown hair was too long over his eyesIt had been over a month since she'd cut it for him; she'd been meaning to do so all weekOne of her hands was squeezing the window-ledge so tightly that all the blood had rushed away; it was white as iceShe would have cut it off to change what was happeningShe noticed other faces at other windows along the street and across the squareSome people had stopped down
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Which was bad, because with an audience the soldiers would now have to clearly establish their authorityWhat had been a game when done in private was something else nowDianora wanted to turn awayShe wanted her father back from the Deisa, she wanted Prince Valentin back and alive, her mother back from whatever country she wandered throughTo bear witness and remember, knowing even then that such things were going to matter, if anything mattered in the days and years to come
The soldier with the drawn blade placed the tip of it very carefully against her brother's breastThe
chanel jumbo xl bag afternoon sunlight glinted from itIt was a working blade, a soldier's swordThere came a small sound from the people gathered around the edges of the square
Her brother said, a little desperately, "They cannot hold the nameYou have destroyed usIs it necessary to go on causing pain? Is it necessary?"
He is only fifteen, Dianora prayed, gripping the ledge like death, her hand a clawHe was too young to fight
The four Asolini traders, as one man, stepped quickly out of rangeOne of the soldiers, the one with the high laugh, shifted uncomfortably, as if regretting what this had come toBut there was a crowd gatheredThe boy had had his fair chanceThere was really no choice
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