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In fact, if he wasn't careful, the smell and the feel of this barn would take him much further back than last winter: back to their own farm in Asoli, which he tried never to think aboutHe was tired though, bone tired, after two sleepless nights, and so he supposed he was vulnerable to such memoriesHis right knee ached fiercely, where he had twisted it on the mountainIt was swollen to twice its normal size and sharply sensitive to touchHe'd had to walk slowly, making a real effort not to limpNo one had spoken since they had reached the outskirts of this village of some twenty homesThe only sound for the last few moments after they tethered the horses and began to walk had been Alessan's pipes softly playingPlaying, and Devin wondered if he alone knew this, or if Naddo recognized it too, rolex ladies watches a certain nursery melody from Avalle
Here in the barn Alessan was still playing, as gently as beforeThe tune was one more thing that seemed to be trying to carry Devin back to his familyHe resisted: if he went that way in the condition he was in right now he would probably end up crying
Devin tried to imagine how the haunting, elusive melody would sound to anyone huddled inside the walls of their lightless homes on this Ember NightA company of ghosts passing by, that was what they would seem to beThe dead abroad, following a small, forgotten tuneHe remembered Catriana singing in the Sandreni Woods:
But wherever I wander, by night or by day, Where water runs swiftly or high trees sway, My heart will carry me back and away To a dream of the towers of Avalle
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