Chapter 8
ed gravely.
t;You promised me an easy deat; Isolla said, raight.
quot;I did,quot; Brandin said. quot;I did promise you t.quot; Dianora stopped breat Isolla expression for ime.
quot;You can ; last, in a voice little above a w; you
o make music for me again.”
t ly ture o dismiss a servant or a petitioner.
Isollas smas from anding too near; ttered tumbled backures ing in to a formless, oozing pulp.
t backed aumbling, almost falling in its e, t a s clumsy the singer.
orted corso. Someto undulate from tump of Isollas srail of glistening black slime. Beh horror.
quot;Stevan!quot; serror, an overically laboring Fool, clad exactly like ttle flew from h.
quot;Music! Stevan! Music! Stevan!quot; Red obsessively, and iculation of t s up and doing brilliantly in treaming lig. ing on to alks appeared to attacself like a bloodleeco his knee.
quot;Music,quot; R time, softly, ed clarity. t in a puddle of blood beside tilated corpse of to one side, e-and-gold court garments was broken.
Dianora turned to Brandin. tionless, standing exactly as , t of ening detac.
quot;t; ly, almost to screaming and tumult t filled took one ant step to the dais.
iture tures immediately disappeared, but not tiful, crumpled figure of to be alone near to w had landed on her skin.
People ripping and pusic e to quit t tling Camena di C to cover Isollas body. to move Ro do it; seem to understand w was ill