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His mind was his own, his memories: of a room without light, black as pitch, the voice of the Ygrathen King, weeping, telling what was being done to Tigana even as they spoke, and what would be done to him in the months and the years to come
A mutilated body, his own features sorcerously imposed upon it, was death-wheeled in Chiara later that week then burned to ash and scattered to the winds
In the black room the blind men began their workHe remembered trying not to scream at firstHe remembered screamingMuch later Brandin came and began and ended his own part of that careful patient workA torture of a different kind; much worseThe weight of mountains in his mind
Late in that same year the King's Fool from Ygrath died of a misadventure in the newly occupied Palace of ChiaraAnd balenciaga fashion bag shortly afterwards, Rhun, with his weak, blinking eyes, his deformed shoulder and slack mouth, his nearly crippled walk, was brought shambling up from his darkness into twenty years of night
It was very bright here now, almost blindingly so in the sunlightBrandin was just ahead of himThe girl was holding his handThe girl was Saevar's daughter
He had known her the moment she was first brought to be presented to the KingShe had changed in five years, greatly changed, and she would change much more as the years spun past, but her eyes were her father's, exactly, and Valentin had watched Dianora grow upWhen he had heard her named, that first day, as a woman from Certando, the dim, allowed spark of his mind had flickered and burned, for he knew, he knew what she had come to do
Then, yacht master rolex as the months passed and the years, he watched helplessly with his rheumy eyes from under the crush of his mountains, as the terrible interwovenness of things added love to everything elseHe was bound to Brandin unimaginably and he saw what happenedMore, he was made to be a part of it, by the very nature of the relationship between the Kings and the Fools of Ygrath
It was he who first gave expression, beyond his control, he had no control, to what was growing in the heart of the KingBack in a time when Brandin still refused to admit even the idea of love into a soul and a life shaped by vengeance and loss it was Rhun, Valentin, who would find himself staring at Dianora, at Saevar's dark-haired daughter, with another man's soul in his eyes
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