| She was back in Tigana and yet she wasn't, because it wasn't thereShe whispered the name to herself like a talisman or a prayer before falling into a restless sleep shot through with images of destruction from the burning year
They spent the second night at another inn beside the river, just outside the walls of Stevanien, having arrived after sundown curfew closed the city gatesThey ate alone this time, and she talked to the Senzian until lateHe was decent and sober, belying the cliches about his decadent province, and it was clear that he liked herShe enjoyed his company, and she was even attracted to his dry, witty mannerShe went to bed alone thoughThis was not the village in Certando: she had no obligations
Or not those kinds of obligationsAnd as for pleasure, or the ordinary needs of human interaction she would have been honestly uncomprehending if anyone had mentioned them to her
She was nineteen years old and in Tigana that-had-been
In the morning, just inside the tiffany |
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