He listened, and heard no soundIf the dead were... He listened, and heard no soundIf the dead were abroad they were silent
No wrong turnings, Ploto the priest had told him long ago
He thought of Alienor, lying with her eyes closed among her bright cushions and all her candles and he was sorry for what he'd said to her at the endHe was sorry for many thingsAlessan's mother was dying
Ice is for deaths and endings, Alienor had said to Catriana in the hall
He was cold, and very sadHe moved forward and ended the silence, knocking gently on Catriana's door
She'd had a restless night, for many reasonsAlienor had disturbed her: both the unbridled sensuousness that emanated from the woman, and the obviously close, unknown past she shared with Alessan and Baerd
Catriana hated unknown things, information hidden from herShe still didn't know what Alessan was going to do tomorrow, what this mysterious meeting in the highlands was all about, and ignorance made her uneasy and even, on a less acknowledged
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She wished she could be more like Devin sometimes, matching his seemingly tranquil acceptance of what he could or could not knowShe has seen him storing away the pieces of what he did learn and patiently waiting to receive another piece, and then putting them together like the tiles of a children's puzzle game
Sometimes she admired that, sometimes it made her wild and contemptuous to see him so accepting of Alessan's occasional reticence or Baerd's chronic reserveCatriana needed to knowShe had been ignorant for so much of her life, shielded from her own history in that tiny fishing village in AstibarShe felt that there was so much lost time to be regainedSometimes it made her want to weep
That was how she'd been feeling this evening before drifting into a shallow, uneasy sleep and a dream of homeShe often dreamt of home since she'd left, especially of her mother
This time she saw herself walking through the village just after sunrise,
hermes wallet passing the last house, Tendo's, she even saw his dog, and then rounding the familiar curve of the shore to where her father had bought a derelict cottage and repaired it and raised a family
In her dream she saw the boat already far out, trawling among the early-morning swell of the seaIt seemed to be springtimeHer mother was in the doorway of the cottage mending nets in the good light of the sunriseHer eyes had been going bad for years and it was hard for her to work with her needle in the eveningsCatriana had gradually taken over the night-time needlework in her last year at home
It was a beautiful morning in the dreamThe stones of the beach gleamed and the breeze was fresh and light off the waterAll the other boats were out as well, taking advantage of the morning, but it was easy to tell which one was their ownCatriana walked up the path and stood by the newly mended porch, waiting for her mother to look up and see her and leap to her feet with
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Her mother did glance up from her work, but only to gaze seaward, squinting toward the light, to check the position of their boatAn old habit, a nervous one, and one that had probably done much to hurt her eyesShe'd a husband and three sons in that small boat though
She didn't see her daughter at allCatriana realized with a queer pain that she was invisible hereBecause she had gone, because she had left them and wasn't there any longerThere was more grey, she saw, in her mother's hair, and her heart ached as she stood there in mild sunlight to see how worn and hard her mother's hands were, and how tired the kind face wasShe had always thought of her mother as a young woman, until Tiena, the baby, had died in the plague six years agoThings had changed after that
It isn't fair, she thought, and in the dream she cried aloud and was not heard
Her mother sat on a wooden chair on the porch in the early light,
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Catriana woke, her body twisting violently away from all the hurts embedded in that imageShe opened her eyes, waiting for her heartbeat to slow, lying under several blankets in a room in Castle Borso
Alienor, who was the same age as Catriana's worn, tired motherIt truly was not fairWhy should she be carrying such guilt, seeing such sad, hurtful images in her sleep, for having gone away? Why, when it was her mother who had given her the ring when she was fourteen, in the year the baby diedThe ring that marked her as from Tigana and by the sea for anyone who knew the ancient symbols, and for no one else
The ring that had so marked her for Alessan bar Valentin two years ago when he and Baerd had seen her selling eels and fresh-caught telanquy in Ardin town just up the coast from the
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