| And Scelto was so tiredTired of grief and blood... 515 |
[Feb. 2nd, 2010|03:28 am] |
And Scelto was so tiredTired of grief and blood and pain, of these bitter cycles of revengeHe knew what was going to happen to this man the moment he spoke
They ought to know, she had said, before she walked away to the sea, and it was true, of course it was trueScelto looked up at the grey-eyed man"An Ygrathen bound to the King many years agoNo one very important, my lord
The Prince of Tigana nodded his head, his expressive mouth quirking with an inward-directed ironyNo one very importantWhy should I have thought it would be otherwise?"
"Alessan," said the younger man from the front of the hill, "I think it is overI think the Barbadians are all dead
The Prince lifted his head and so did SceltoMen of the Palm and of Ygrath would be standing beside |
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