Chapter 8
ies. I remely interested to see if any of tomorrows runners are up and down as quickly.”
quot;ell,quot; s;t o hem.”
quot;Dianora, have done!”
And t tone soo far. As al sucs s gaping at .
S Brandin needed from ed o be outrageous and impertinent. Sood o tant to erbalance to Soloress soft, unquestioning, undemanding ser. turn, balancing dEymons ascetic exercise of politics and government.
And all t around tar t Brandin arily exiled sun, removed from t kneo this alien peninsula by loss and grief and revenge decreed.
S. S often stray across t inviolate. o be over sometly trivial as t e ic commentary on court and colony—and yet bridle like a boy ed pride if seased about y to run up and doain in a morning.
At sucimes o say ain he Audience Chamber.
Sive esan, at t of a tyrant. Sor, living an ongoing lie o kill tal blood.
Curned.
And noing back o so arco bland unconcern.
quot;t; s ;You profess to be pleased, even touclessly agitated query about your mountain run. t t you succeeded! And yet w you
treat it lig . . . o tell me, my lord, in all fairness, wruly, has honored you more?”
For a long time and s t s, or er on tainside. t began and ended in t were now searching her own.
voice again, but tone so knoe of everyt been said, and in spite of not h fear now.
quot;I could take you,quot; said Brandin, King of Ygrat;on t no.”
ter beneat. y.
quot;Peronig; srying to