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Impulsively he guided his horse nearer to Erlein's brown and leaned over to squeeze the other man's shoulder
"We're going to do it!" he said brightly, almost gaily
Erlein's face seemed to pinch itself together"You are a fool," he said tersely"A young, ignorant fool He said it without conviction though, an instinctive response
Later he would remember this moment tooHis words, Erlein's, his laughter under the bright, blue cloudless skyForests and the mountains on their left and in the distance before them now the first glimpse of the Sperion, a glinting ribbon flowing swiftly north before beginning its curve west to find the sea
The Sanctuary of Eanna lay in a high valley set within a sheltering and isolating circle of hills south and west of the River Sperion and of what had been AvalleIt was not far from the road that had once borne such a volume of trade back and forth from Tigana and Quileia through the high saddleback of the Sfaroni Pass
In all nine provinces Eanna's priests and Morian's, and the priestesses of Adaon had such retreatsFounded in out-of-the way parts of the peninsula, sometimes dramatically so, they served as centers of learning and teaching for the newly initiated clergy, repositories of wisdom and of the canons of the coco chanel earrings Triad, and as places of withdrawal, where priests and priestesses who chose might lay down the pace and burdens of the world outside for a time or for a lifetime
And not just the clergyMembers of the laity would sometimes do the same, if they could afford "contributions" that were judged as appropriate offerings for the privilege of sheltering for a space of days or years within the ambit of these retreats
Many were the reasons that led people to the SanctuariesIt had long been a jest that the priestesses of Adaon were the best birth doctors in the Palm, so numerous were the daughters of distinguished or merely wealthy houses that elected to sojourn at one of the god's retreats at times that might otherwise have been inconvenient for their familiesAnd, of course, it was well known that an indeterminately high percentage of the clergy were culled from the living offerings these same daughters left behind when they returned to their homesGirl children stayed with Adaon, the boys went to MorianThe white-robed priests of Eanna had always claimed that they would have nothing to do with such goings-on, but there were stories belying that, as well
Little of this had changed when the Tyrants cameNeither Brandin nor Alberico was so reckless or ill-advised new gucci wallet as to stir up the clergy of the Triad against their ruleThe priests and the priestesses were allowed to do as they had always doneThe people of the Palm were granted their worship, odd and even primitive as it might seem to the new rulers from overseas
What both Tyrants did do, with greater or lesser success, was play the rival temples against each other, seeing, for it was impossible not to see, the tensions and hostilities that rippled and flared among the three orders of the TriadThere was nothing new in this: every Duke, Grand Duke, or Prince in the peninsula had sought, in each generation, to turn this shifting three-way friction to his own accountMany patterns might have changed with the circling of years, some things might change past all recognition, and some might be lost or forgotten entirely, but not this oneNot this delicate, reciprocal dance of state and clergy
And so the temples still stood, and the most important ones still flourished their gold and machial, their statuary, and their cloth-of-gold vestments for servicesSave in one place only: in Lower Corte, where the statues and the gold were gone and the libraries looted and burnedThat was part of something else though, and few spoke of it after the earliest years of the patent leather chanel handbag TyrantsEven in this benighted province, the clergy were otherwise allowed to continue the precisely measured round of their days in city and town, and in their Sanctuaries
And to these retreats came a great variety of men and women from time to timeIt was not only the awkwardly fecund who found reason to ride or be carried away from the turbulence of their livesIn times of strife, whether of the soul or the wider world, the denizens of the Palm always knew that the Sanctuaries were there, perched in snowbound precipitous eyries or half-lost in their misty valleys
And the people knew as well that, for a price, such a withdrawal into the regimen, the carefully modulated hours of retreats such as this one of Eanna in its valley, could be theirsWhoever they might have been in the cities beyond the hills
Whoever they might have been
For a time, for a lifetime, the old woman thought, looking out the window of her room at the valley in sunlight at spring's returnShe had never been able to keep her thoughts from going backThere was so much waiting for her in the past and so little here, now, living through the agonizingly slow descent of the yearsSeason after season falling to the earth like shot birds, arrows in their breasts, through this lifetime that was chanel bags sale her own, and her only one
A lifetime of remembering, by curlew's cry at dawn or call to prayer, by candlelight at dusk, by sight of chimney smoke rising straight and dark into winter's wan gray light, by the driving sound of rain on roof and window at winter's end, by the creak of her bed at night, by call to prayer again, by drone of priests at prayer, by a star falling west in the summer sky, by the stern cold dark of the Ember Days a memory within each and every motion of the self or of the world, every sound, each share of color, each scent borne by the valley windA remembrance of what had been lost to bring one to this place among the white-robed priests with their unending rites and their unending pettiness, and their acceptance of what had happened to them all
Which last is what had nearly killed her in the early yearsWhich, indeed, she would say, had said last week to Danoleon, was killing her now, whatever the priest-physician might say about growths in her breast
They had found a Healer in the fallHe had come, anxious, febrile, a lank, sloppy man with nervous motions and a flushed browBut he had sat down beside her bed and looked at her, and she had realized that he did have the gift, for his agitation had settled and his brow had pink louis vuitton bag clea |