Chapter 8
fifteen steps from to wood.
Neatly so perform triple obeisance. Very graciously—a mark of o to bid o .
For no reason sero name or explain Dianora turned from monarco t bearing te. Camena opped a furt on the marble floor.
detracted from tableau ion of antly. ion on ts bro he Audience Chamber.
quot;You are most ; Brandin ;It oo long since we have seen you, or heard you play.”
Dianora sament in te. S o open t did not look like an ordinary lute t— Afterainty: it ory of t made o see. tory, and t t Brandin certain if t.
One man meant a fork in t a death.
Eito did.
All eyes but cover off te. Only Dianora sa it , in fact, a lute. And only sale of the riselka.
quot;Die, Isolla of Ygat; Camena screamed ahe crossbow he carried.
itning reaction of a man o cast a sorcerers sened singer.
Exactly as ed to, Dianora realized.
quot;Brandin, no!quot; s;Its you!”
And seizing to the aisle.
t, aimed meticulously to t of Isolla on a line for Brandins , buried itself instead in tupefied Neso. he shrieked in pain and shock.
um drove Dianora stumbling to of t in the singers eyes.
Surned a. tion, tred oo raerso stand; s Brandin. even loective barrier around Isolla.
all.
to . Dianora e. Even e, from t s o faint, but th, as if in agony.
quot;C; ;Freedom for C; before tally.
time. tillness absolute. No one dared to move. Dianora t even breated test atten