Dianora stopped breathingThe King looked at...
Dianora stopped breathingThe King looked at Isolla without expression for what seemed an unbearably long time
"You can have no idea," he said at last, in a voice little above a whisper, "how happy I was that you had come to make music for me again
Then he moved his right hand, in exactly the same casual gesture he would use to dismiss a servant or a petitioner
Isolla's head exploded like an overripe fruit smashed with a hammerDark blood burst from her neck as her body collapsed like a sackDianora was standing too near; the blood of the slain woman spattered thickly on her gown and faceShe stumbled backwardsA hideous illusion of reptilian creatures was coiling and twisting in the place where Isolla's head had been mashed to a formless, oozing pulp
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His face was weirdly distorted with rage and revulsionFoam and mucus ran from his mouth and noseWith one savage butcher's blow he severed an arm from the woman's torsoSomething dark and green and blind appeared to undulate from the stump of Isolla's shoulder, leaving a trail of glistening black slimeBehind Dianora someone gagged with horror
"Stevan!" she heard Rhun cry brokenlyAnd amid nausea and chaos and terror, an overwhelming pity suddenly laid hard siege to her heartShe looked at the frantically laboring Fool, clad exactly like the King, bearing a King's swordSpittle flew from his mouth
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"Music," Rhun said one last time, softly, with unexpected clarityThen the sword slipped through his fingers and he sat in a puddle of blood beside the mutilated corpse of the singer, his balding head slewed awkwardly down and to one side, his white-and-gold court garments hopelessly soiled, weeping as though his heart was broken
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"There is always a price," he said quietly, almost to himself, through the incessant screaming and tumult that filled the Audience ChamberDianora took one hesitant step towards him then, but he had already turned and, with d'Eymon quickly following, Brandin left the room through the door behind the dais
With his departure the slithering, oleaginous creatures immediately disappeared, but not the mangled body of the singer or the pitiful, crumpled figure of the FoolDianora seemed to be alone near them, everyone else had surged back towards the doorsIsolla's blood felt hot where it had landed on her skin
People were tripping and pushing each other in their frantic haste to quit the room now that the King was tiffany and co necklace goneShe saw the soldiers hustling Camena di Chiara away through a side doorOther soldiers came forward with a sheet to cover Isolla's bodyThey had to move Rhun away to do it; he didn't seem to understand what was happeningHe was still weeping, his face grotesquely screwed up like a hurt child'sDianora moved a hand to wipe at her cheek and her fingers came away streaked with bloodThe soldiers placed the sheet over the singer's bodyOne of them gingerly picked up the arm Rhun had severed and pushed it under the sheet as wellDianora saw him do thatThere seemed to be blood all over her faceOn the very edge of losing all control she looked around for help, any kind of help
"Come, my lady," said a desperately needed voice that was somehow by her sideLet me take you back to the saishan
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