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Saturday, July 31st, 2010

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    12:48a
    She was also an impostor, living an ongoing lie...
    She was also an impostor, living an ongoing lie while her country slowly died away from the memories of menAnd she had sworn to kill this man, whose glance across a room was as wildfire on her skin or amber wine in her mortal blood
    Chasms, everywhere she turned
    And now this morning he had seen a riselkaHe, and very possibly a second man as wellFighting back her fear she forced herself to shrug casually, to arch her eyebrows above a face schooled to bland unconcern
    "This amuses me," she said, reaching for self-possession, knowing precisely what his need in her was, even now"You profess to be pleased, even touched, by Solores's doubtlessly agitated query about your mountain runThe first thing she asked, you sayHow she must have wondered whether or not you succeeded! And yet when I, knowing as surely as I know my own name that you were up on the summit this morning, treat it lightly, as something small, never in doubt why then the King grows angryHe bids me sternly to have done! But tell me, my lord, chanel handbags on sale in all fairness, which of us, truly, has honored you more?"
    For a long time he was silent and she knew that the court would be avidly marking the expression on his faceFor the moment she cared nothing for themOr even for her past, or his encounter on the mountainsideThere was one specific chasm here that began and ended in the depths of the grey eyes that were now searching her own
    When he spoke it was in a different voice again, but this tone she happened to know exceedingly well and, in spite of everything that had just been said, and in spite of where they were and who was watching them, she felt herself go weak suddenlyHer legs trembled, but not with fear now
    "I could take you," said Brandin, King of Ygrath, thickly, his face flushed, "on the floor of this room right now before all of my gathered courtShe felt a nerve flutter beneath the skin of her wristHer own color was high, she knewShe swallowed with some difficulty
    "Perhaps tonight would be wiser," she murmured, trying to keep her tone vintage hermes light but not really managing it, unable to hide the swift response in her eyes, spark to spark like the onset of a blazeThe jeweled khav chalice trembled in her handHe saw that, and she saw that he did and that her response, as always, served as kindling for his own desireShe sipped at her drink, holding it with both hands, clinging to self-control
    "Better tonight, surely," she said again, overwhelmed as always by what was happening to herShe knew what he needed her to say though, now, at this moment, in this room of state thronged with his court and emissaries from home
    She said it, looking him in the eyes, articulating carefully: "After all my lord, at your age you should marshal your strengthYou did run partway up a hill this morning
    An instant later, for the second time, the Chiaran court of Brandin of Ygrath saw their King throw back his handsome, bearded head and they heard him laugh aloud in delightNot far away, Rhun the Fool cackled in simultaneous glee
    "Isolla of Ygrath!"
    This time there cartier tank watch were trumpets and a drum, as well as the herald's staff resounding as it struck the floor by the double doors at the southern end of the Audience Chamber
    Standing most of the way towards the throne, Dianora had time to observe the stately progress of the woman Brandin had called the finest musician in YgrathThe assembled court of Chiara was lined several rows deep, flanking the approach to the King
    "A handsome woman still," murmured Neso of Ygrath, "and she's fifty years old if she's a day Somehow he had managed to end up next to her in the front row
    His unctuous tone irritated her, as always, but she tried not to let it showIsolla was clad in the simplest possible robe of dark blue, belted at the waist with a slender gold chainHer hair, brown with hints of grey, was cut unfashionably short, although the spring and summer fashion might change after today, Dianora thoughtThe colony always took its cue in these matters from Ygrath
    Isolla walked confidently, not hurrying, down the aisle formed by the chloe bag courtiersBrandin was already smiling a welcomeHe was always immensely pleased when one or another of Ygrath's artists made the long, often dangerous, sea voyage to his second court
    Several steps behind Isolla, and carrying her lute in its case as if it were an artifact of immeasurable worth, Dianora saw, with genuine surprise, the poet Camena di Chiara, clad in his ubiquitous triple-layered cloakThere were murmurs from the assembly: she wasn't the only one caught off guard by this
    Instinctively she threw a glance across the aisle to where Doarde stood with his wife and daughterShe was in time to see the spasm of hate and fear that flickered across his face as his younger rival approachedAn instant later the revealing expression was gone, replaced by a polished mask of sneering disdain at Camena's vulgar lowering of himself to serve as porter for an Ygrathen
    Still, Dianora considered, this was an Ygrathen courtCamena, she guessed in a flash of intuition, had probably had one of his verses set to costume chanel jewelry mus
    1:43a
    Would you care to remove your well-tailored...
    Would you care to remove your well-tailored jacket, roll up
    your sleeve, and display the small tattoo on your inner forearm?”
    “No relevance! A mark of honor in a war no one supported, but we had to fight!”
    “Oh, come, CounselorFrom the piers and the supply depots in Saigon? Stealing your forces
    blind and routing couriers to the banks in SwitzerlandMedals aren’t issued for those heroics
    “Pure speculation without foundation!” exclaimed Ogilvie
    “Tell that to Jason Bourne, a graduate of the original Snake LadyOh, yes, Counselor, he
    looked for you and he found you and he’s using you to go after the Jackal
    “For Christ’s sake, how?”
    “I honestly don’t know, but you’d better read these The consul general crossed rapidly to the
    hotel desk, picked up a sheaf of stapled typewritten pages, and brought them over to Bryce Ogilvie
    “These are decoded telephone conversations that took place four hours ago at our embassy in Paris
    The identities are replicas de bolsas established, the destinations as wellRead them carefully, Counselor, then render
    me your legal opinion
    The celebrated attorney, the Ice-Cold Ogilvie, grabbed the papers and with swift, practiced eyes
    began readingAs he flipped from one page to another, the blood drained from his face to the pallor
    of death“My God, they know it allMy offices are wired! How? Why? It’s insane! We’re
    impenetrable!”
    “Again, I suggest you tell that to Jason Bourne and his old friend and station chief from Saigon,
    Alexander Conklin
    Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
    345
    “They couldn’t have!” roared Ogilvie“We paid off or eliminated everyone in Snake Lady who
    even suspected the extent of our activitiesJesus, there weren’t that many and goddamned few in
    the field! I told you, they were scum and we knew better—they were the thieves of the world and
    wanted for crimes all over Australia and the Far EastThe ones in combat we knew and we
    reached!”
    “You missed a wholesale tiffany couple, I believe,” observed Sulikov
    The lawyer returned to the typed pages, beads of sweat rolling down his temples“God in
    heaven, I’m ruined,” he whispered, choking
    “The thought occurred to me,” said the Soviet consul general of New York, “but then, there are
    always options, aren’t there? Naturally, there’s only one course of action for usLike much of
    the continent, we were taken in by ruthless capitalist privateersLambs led to the slaughter on the
    altars of greed as this American cartel of financial plunderers cornered markets, selling inferior
    goods and services at inflated prices, claiming by way of false documents to have Washington’s
    approval to deliver thousands of restricted items to us and our satellites
    “You son of a bitch!” exploded Ogilvie“You—all of you—cooperated every step of the way
    You brokered millions for us out of the bloc countries, rerouted, renamed—Christ, repainted—
    ships throughout the Mediterranean, the Aegean, up chanel logo earrings the Bosporus and into Marmara, to say nothing
    about ports in the Baltic!”
    “Prove it, Counselor,” said Sulikov, laughing quietly“If you wish, I could make a laudable case
    for your defectionMoscow would welcome your expertise
    “What?” cried the attorney as panic spread across his face
    “Well, you certainly can’t stay here an hour longer than absolutely necessaryRead those words,
    MrYou’re in the last stages of electronic surveillance before being picked up by the
    authorities
    “Oh, my God—”
    “You might try to operate from Hong Kong or Macao—they’d welcome your money, but with
    the problems they currently have with the Mainland’s markets and the Sino-British Treaty of ’97,
    they’d probably frown on your indictmentsI’d say Switzerland’s out; the reciprocal laws are so
    narrow these days, as Vesco found outYou could join him in Cuba
    “Stop it!” yelled Ogilvie
    “Then again you could turn state’s evidence; there’s so much to unravelThey might even men's gucci wallet take,
    say, ten years off your thirty-year sentence
    “Goddamn it, I’ll kill you!”
    The bedroom door suddenly opened as a consulate guard appeared, his hand menacingly under
    his jacketThe attorney had lurched to his feet; trembling helplessly, he returned to the chair and
    leaned forward, his head in his hands
    “Such behavior would not be looked upon favorably,” said Sulikov“Come, Counselor, it’s a
    time for cool heads, not emotional outbursts
    “How the hell can you say that?” asked Ogilvie, a catch in his voice, a prelude to tears
    “That’s a harsh judgment from such a resourceful man as youIt’s true you can’t
    remain here, but still your resources are immenseAct from that position of strengthForce
    concessions; it’s the art of survivalEventually the authorities will see the value of your
    contributions as they did with Boesky, Levine and several dozen others who endure their minimal
    sentences playing tennis and backgammon while still possessing borse replica fortun

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