Devin learned about Sandre's long rule, his...
Devin learned about Sandre's long rule, his feuds, his bitter exile, and his sad decline in the last few years into a blustering, drunken hunter of small game, a wraith compared to what he once had been
In that last context, rather more specifically, Devin asked about where the Duke had liked to huntThey told him where his favorite hunting lodge had beenHe changed the subject to wineHe was a hero of the hour and The Paelion liked heroes, for an hourThey let him go eventually: he pleaded an artist's strained sensitivity after the morning's endeavorsWith the benefit of hindsight he now attached a deal more importance than he had at the time to glimpsing Alessan di Tregea at a booth full of painters and poetsThey were laughing about some wager concerning certain verses of condolence that had not yet arrived from ChiaraHe and Alessan had saluted each other in an elaborately showy, performers' fashion that delighted the packed room
Back at the inn, Devin had fended off the most ardent of the group who had walked him home and went upstairs aloneHe had waited in his room, chafing, for an hour to be coco chanel earrings sure the last of them had goneHaving changed into a dark-brown tunic and breeches, he put on a cap to hide his hair and a woolen overshirt against the coming chill of eveningThen he made his way unnoticed through the now teeming crowds in the streets over to the eastern gate of the city
And out, among several empty wagons, goods all sold, being ridden back to the distrada by sober, prudent farmers who preferred to reload and return in the morning instead of celebrating all night in town spending what they'd just earned
Devin hitched a ride on a cart part of the way, commiserating with the driver on the taxes and the poor rates being paid that year for lamb's woolEventually he jumped off, feigning youthful exuberance and ran a mile or so along the road to the east
At one point he saw, with a grin of recognition, a temple of Adaon on the rightJust past it, as promised, was the delicately rendered image of a ship on the roadside gate of a modest country houseRovigo's home, what Devin could see of it, set well back from the road among cypress and olive trees, looked comfortable and cared for
A day ago, louis vuitton china a different person, he would have stoppedBut something had happened to him that morning within the dusty spaces of the Sandreni Palace
A half mile further on he found what he was looking forHe made sure he was alone and then quickly cut to his right, south into the woods, away from the main road that led to the east coast and Ardin town on the sea
It was quiet in the forest and cooler where the branches and the many-colored leaves dappled the sunlightThere was a path winding through the trees and Devin began to follow it, towards the hunting lodge of the SandreniFrom here on he redoubled his cautionOn the road he was simply a walker in the autumn countryside; here he was a trespasser with no excuse at all for being where he was
Unless pride and the strange, dreamlike events of the morning just past could be called adequate excusesDevin rather doubted itAt the same time, it remained to be seen whether he or a certain manipulative red-headed personage was going to dictate the shape and flow of this day and those to comeIf she were under the impression that he was so easy to dupe, a helpless, roxanne mulberry youthful slave to his passions, blinded and deafened to anything else by the so-gracious offer of her body, well it was for this afternoon and this evening to show how wrong an arrogant girl could be
What else the evening might reveal, Devin didn't know; he hadn't allowed himself to slow down long enough to consider the question
There was no one there when he came to the lodge, though he lay silently among the trees for a long time to be certainThe front door was chained but Marra had been very good with such devices and had taught him a thing or twoHe picked the lock with the buckle of his belt, went inside, opened a window, and climbed out to relock the chainThen he slipped back in through the window, closed it, and took a look around
There was little option, reallyThe two bedchambers at the back would be dangerous and not very useful if he wanted to hearDevin balanced himself on the broad arm of a heavy wooden chair and, jumping, managed to make it up to the half-loft on his second attempt
Nursing a shin bruised in the process he took a pillow from one of the pallets stored up there and proceeded to quilted chanel bag wedge himself into the remotest, darkest corner he could find, behind two beds and the stuffed head of an antlered corbin stagBy lying on his left side, eye to a chink in the floorboards, he had an almost complete view of the room below
He tried to guide himself towards a mood of calm and patienceUnfortunately, he soon became irrationally conscious of the fact that the glassy eye of the corbin was glitteringly fixed upon himUnder the circumstances it made him nervousEventually he got up, turned the chestnut head to one side and settled in to his hiding-place again
And right about then, as the grimly purposeful activities of the day gave way to a time when he could do nothing but wait, Devin began to be afraid
He was under no real illusions: he was a dead man if they found him hereThe secrecy and tension in Tomasso bar Sandre's words and manner that morning made that clear enoughEven without what Catriana had done in her own effort to overhear those words, and then to prevent him from doing soFor the first time Devin began to contemplate where the rash momentum of his wounded pride had carried chanel wallet him