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0y2n6x3z2u ([info]0y2n6x3z2u) wrote,
@ 2010-02-01 00:53:00

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Tomasso fought to master his terror and...
Tomasso fought to master his terror and bewilderment"You are most welcome here," he bleated, rising carefully, "most welcome, most honored lordYou do us too much honor with your presence at my father's rites
"I do," said Alberico bluntlyTomasso received the full weight of a heavy scrutiny from the small eyes, close-set and unblinking deep in the folds of the sorcerer's large faceAlberico's bald skull gleamed in the firelightHe drew his hands from the pockets of his robe"I would have wine," he demanded, gesturing with a meaty palm
"But of course, of course
Tomasso stumbled to obey, intimidated as always by the sheer, bulky physicality of Alberico and his BarbadiansThey hated him, he knew, and all his kind, over and above everything else these conquerors felt about the people of the Eastern Palm whose world they now ruledWhenever he faced rolex air king Alberico Tomasso was overwhelmingly conscious that the Tyrant could crack his bones with bare hands and not think twice about having done so
It was not a comforting line of thoughtOnly eighteen years of carefully schooling his body to shield his mind kept his hands steady as they carried a full glass ceremoniously over to AlbericoThe soldiers eyed his every movementNievole was back by the larger fire, Taeri and Herado together by the small oneScalvaia stood, braced upon his cane, beside the chair in which he'd been sitting
It was time, Tomasso judged, to sound more confident, less guilty"You will forgive me, my lord, for my ill judged words to your soldiersNot knowing you were here I could only guess they were acting in ignorance of your wishes
"My wishes change," Alberico said in his heavy, unchanging voice"They are likely to know of louis vuitton women's handbags those changes before you, bar Sandre
"Of course, my lord
"I wanted," said Alberico of Barbadior, "to look upon the coffin of your fatherTo look, and to laugh He showed no trace of an inclination toward amusementTomasso's blood felt suddenly icy in his veins
Alberico stepped past him and stood massively over the remains of the Duke"This," he said flatly, "is the body of a vain, wretched, fatuous old man who decreed the hour of his own death to no purposeIs it not amusing?"
He did laugh then, three short, harsh barks of sound that were more truly frightening than anything Tomasso had ever heard in his lifeHow had he known?
"Will you not laugh with me? You three Sandreni? Nievole? My poor, crippled, impotent Lord Scalvaia? Is it not diverting to think how all of you have been brought here and doomed by senile foolishness? By an old man who louis vuitton lived too long to understand how the labyrinthine twistings of his own time could be so easily smashed through with a fist today
His clenched hand crashed heavily down on the wooden coffin lid, splintering the carved Sandreni armsWith a faint sound of distress Scalvaia sank back into his chair
"My lord," Tomasso gulped, gesticulating"What can you possibly mean? What are you
He got no further than thatWheeling savagely Alberico slapped him meatily across the face with an open handTomasso staggered backwards, blood spattering from his ripped mouth
"You will use your natural voice, son of a fool," the sorcerer said, the words more terrifying because spoken in the same flat tone as before"Will it at least amuse you to know how easy this was? To learn how long Herado bar Gianno has been reporting to me?" And with those words the night came vintage fake rolex watches down
The full black cloak of anguish and raw terror Tomasso had been fighting desperately to hold backOh, my father, he thought, stricken to his soul that it should have been by family that they were now undoneFamily!
Several things happened then in an extremely short span of time
"My lord!" Herado cried out in high-pitched dismay"You promised! You said they would not know! You told meIt is difficult to expostulate with a dagger embedded in your throat
"The Sandreni deal with the scrapings of dirt under their own fingernails," said his uncle Taeri, who had drawn the blade from the back of his bootEven as he spoke, Taeri pulled his dagger free of Herado and smoothly, part of one continuous motion, sheathed it in his own heart
"One less Sandreni for your sky-wheels, Barbadian!" he taunted, gasping"Triad send a plague to eat the flesh from your omega replica watch bone


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