Chapter 8
tion drao them.
On tableau. t to tend to ill afraid so be sick; s make op trembling. Isolla of Ygrat moved.
S move, Dianora realized: Brandin ed Neso and epped back een very proper paces away.
quot;Camena ool,quot; Brandin said softly. quot;Cually noto do t I am una, I can offer you not an easier deat tell me reaking orted features.
Brandin lowered o move and speak.
tred left ures. In its place pride. Dianora tion er ted to —if s expected to do so— mean?
raig of an ans;I am dying,quot; so Brandin. quot;t y years.”
quot;I am sorry to ,quot; said Brandin formally, esy so perfect it seemed a violation of ure. ;All of us die, Isolla. Some very young. Not all of us plot to tell me before I may grant you release from pain.”
For t time Isolla seemed to did s;You o t you did.”
quot;Exactly t I did?”
;You exalted a dead che living one, and revenge above your wife.
And more , a fraction of a t, for any of tural vengeance for Stevan?”
Dianoras t spoken in Cigimes. But wrolled as before.
quot;I judged t I o . Dorotea I invited imes a year for t several years.”
quot;Invited s yourself young. A t t impiety. But for Ygrat, did you? And Girald? is your title, not his.
does to a sais t reality? o die before you, Brandin, unless you are slain. And ural! It is all unnatural, and to be paid.”
quot;t; ly. quot;A price for everyt expected to pay it in my o; t;Isolla, I must ex