"You're as quiet as a mad bear, Vara," he replied just as quietly.
"I probably always will," Vara replied.
"I'd heard of them as well," Vara said, following his gaze.
I do as I'm ordered, Vara.
Vara felt a kinship with him after freeing him from the catacombs.
I take an oath to no man, Vara.
Vara shifted, irritated with his words.
"I'll leave you to puzzle over the walls," Vara said in a tight tone.
He'd felt a need to apologize the last two times he spoke to Vara, but never would.
Of everyone he'd known since coming to this land, Vara had been the only kind one, aside from the ancient warrior in the catacombs.
Vara freed him, paid for his weapons.
But his son, Vara, does.
I've heard Vara's name.
She was his first mate, and from her womb came my nephew Vara.
Vara trusts no one, much as you do, but he trusts Taran.
Vara tugged off his own necklace, a simple strip of leather with a circular stone.
Vara was still for only a moment before he whirled and grabbed Taran, pulling him toward the forest.
"Wait, Vara!" he objected.
Vara gave a flurry of urgent words in the foreign tongue, succeeding in dragging him to the edge of the forest before Taran yanked free.
Alarmed, Taran turned in time to see the man with eyes the color of Vara's strike his father down.
Vara grabbed his arm.
He darted after Vara, unable to shake the image of his father falling beneath a barbarian's sword.
Vara slowed their horse, halting on the other side of the city, where wooden dwellings gave way to stone hovels.
Vara took his hand and led him into the stables, hiding with him in a small tack room.
Vara shushed them as the sound of several voices drifted into the tack room.
Vara was flung to the floor of the stables.
He heard Vara shouting and looked around wildly.
The man from the beach who struck down his father strode from the stables, accompanied by another man hauling Vara by one arm. ..
The barbarian ignored Taran and snatched Vara by the scruff, only to backhand him hard.
Vara's voice grew pleading.
They and Memon's son, Vara, were alone in a small room together.
"Then you killed my mother and took the kingdom," Vara muttered with a dark look at his father.
"But he speaks the truth, Taran," Vara added.
Many warriors believed the wound that caused the scar running down the side of Vara's face occurred when he fought off his father's assassin.
Taran glanced at Vara.
His gaze lingered on Vara, and he wondered if the rumors of the widening chasm between him and his father were true.
Vara looked away, a frown on his face.
Vara's jaw clenched hard enough for muscles on either side to tick.
Vara's hand dropped from his sword hilt, and he stared hard at her.
Vara turned to leave.
Find Vara and speak to no one else.
She wove through the activity until she saw Vara.
Vara's eyes lingered on the bladder.
I don't care, Vara, but you must do these two things!
What do you mean she went to Vara?
He knew Vara well enough to know the man was nothing like his father.
"Why Vara?" he demanded.
"My brother's son, the cousin of Vara," Hilden said, motioning to a gangly youth with Vara's green eyes.
Send Vara to me.
Take this to Vara.
Vara's green eyes almost glowed in the moonlight.
"A poor brother I'd have made," Vara said with a dry chuckle.
"There's something different about you tonight, Taran," Vara said.
"You ask too much," Vara said again.
"Your anger is not at me," Vara said, amused.
You know this, too, Vara.
Vara looked out at sea.
Vara met his gaze.
Taran watched the tormented emotions crossing Vara's eyes.
He kept his own features impassive, but Vara's words pierced him to the core.
Vara, Rissa…they'd suffered as much as he did, and he'd refused to believe anyone else was suffering.
Vara, the man who'd freed him from the underground and defied his father to place the foreign-born slave in an honored scout position, who'd bought his weapons, fed and clothed him when he was too poor to do so for himself.
Of all the warriors, Vara wanted him at his side when he triumphed in his own revenge.
Vara turned away, hands on his hips and face toward the sky.
"I have few men I trust," Vara said.
"You've never stood alone, brother," Vara said without turning.
He sensed Vara's inner turmoil.
Vara asked, facing him.
He spoke, his voice quieting until Vara had to draw nearer.
When he'd finished, Vara stared at him, then said,
Pride sparked in Vara's gaze.
I'm your brother, Vara, from today onward.
Vara clapped him on the arm and retreated toward the forest.
Vara lifted his chin in greeting as she passed him, and she wiped her eyes, meeting his green gaze.
As they approached she saw that it was Memon who awaited her with one of his advisors at one side and Vara on his left.
Vara stepped away, and Taran met her gaze at last.
Vara motioned her out from under the tent and led her toward the caravan.
A third arrow drove her unconscious, and she slumped, unaware of Vara catching her.
Vara would do as he asked and saw the ends off the poison-tipped arrows, claim she'd fallen ill, and hide her body in the wagon until it was time to act.
He'd entered the city with the men he brought - -his personal guard - -and left only Vara with the queen.
Take this to Vara, now.
Vara froze mid-step as he entered.
"As you wish, my king," he responded with another look at Vara.
Vara, take my new mate to the slave's chamber and have her bathed.
Whether due to his anger or his concern for Rissa, Vara didn't return.
Vara didn't send word, and only pages ran between their group and the main hold or Memon's armies.
Cursing, he went to the wall overlooking the meadow and spotted Vara atop his horse, awaiting his signal at the edge of the forest.
Relieved, he snatched a torch and waved it thrice, until Vara wheeled and disappeared into the forest.
"My king, Vara sends word: the water isn't working," Hilden whispered.
I must see Vara.
Despite his foreboding, he left the chamber and sent word for Vara to meet him at the main gate.
Vara came, blood on his clothing.
Vara nodded and vaulted atop his horse, wheeling it to face him.
He waited until Vara disappeared into the forest before turning.
My king, he saw Vara bring - -
"The more I think, the worse your plan," Vara grunted from the opened cell.
Vara asked as he straightened.
"Aye, we are," Vara agreed.
Vara pretended not to notice the look Memon gave him and remained at the door before he, too, left.
Now it's up to you and Vara.
I depend upon you as much as Vara.
Hilden caught up to them as they reached the dungeon, where Vara was opening the iron door to the cell containing Sirian.
Vara hurried to close the iron door while Hilden rushed to the cell holding Memon.
Vara pulled her body towards him until she cleared the cell then lifted her.
Taran, Vara, to the Springs!
Vara reached him, panting.
I must…make it to the armies, Vara said.
Vara snatched a horse and raced through a doorway in the eastern wall toward the glowing forest.
At long last, Vara appeared from the forest, barreling toward the city.
Vara met him as he left the top of the wall.
They defeated the armies fleeing north, Vara said.
Taran held his gaze, and Vara nodded in deference before wheeling the horse toward the northern wall.
Vara's men took her away to protect her from the fighting, Hilden explained.
Vara's voice jarred them both.
The great hall was filled with Tiyan warriors, Vara's men, and Dierdirien's warriors.
Vara spoke off to the side with a warrior-like man in plain clothing of earthy colors.
Vara motioned him over.
Jaylon, Prince of Dierdirien, Vara said.
At his flat tone, the prince glanced at Vara.
"Rissa was his mate," Vara explained.
Vara will take care of me, I'm certain.
Jaylon bowed to him again, and Vara took the Dierdirien prince's arm, leading him away.
But immediately east of that inlet (a remarkable instance of a deep landlocked gulf with no river flowing into it) the Magra, which descends from Pontremoli down the valley known as the Lunigiana, is a large stream, and brings with it the waters of another considerable stream, the Vara.
He contented himself therefore with establishing in his paradise (vara) a heavenly kingdom in miniature, to serve at the same time as a pattern for the heavenly kingdom that was to come.
avoirdupois; the libra, 1.014 lb avoirdupois; the quintal, 101.44 lb avoirdupois; the arroba, 25.36 lb avoirdupois; ditto of wine, 6.70 imperial gallons; the gallon, 74 of an imperial gallon; the vara, 927 yard; and the square vara, 859 square yard.
In the interior and in all domestic transactions the old Spanish weights and measures are still used - including the Spanish libra of 1.102 lb avoirdupois, the arroba of 25 libras (122 kilogrammes), the quintal of Too libras (50 kilog.), the carga of 250 libras (125 kilogs.), the vara of 80 centimetres, and the fanega.
"Someday, I rule Landis," Vara said.
There were no good men in Landis's barbaric armies, not even Vara!
Vara wishes to return Landis to the way it was ages ago, when there was peace.
Taran had heard the quiet rumors about Vara's growing independence and couldn't help but wonder if Vara would help him plot against his own father.
Vara stood alone on the cliff's edge at the boundary of Oceanan and Tiyan, clad in a crimson-lined cloak.
"You who claimed no loyalty to any kingdom have sworn yourself to Tiyan in a sennight's time," Vara said, bitter.
Vara, Rissaâ€¦they'd suffered as much as he did, and he'd refused to believe anyone else was suffering.
All the while, Vara treated him with as much kindness as the abused son of a madman could.
The demon-possessed ruler of Landis turned away, and Vara took her arm.
Vara carefully tied a rope beneath her arms and cinched it tight enough to wring blood from the wet clothing.
Vara and Hilden were silent, as stricken as he was as the demon freed itself from Memon's body enough to reach for Rissa.
I mustâ€¦make it to the armies, Vara said.
Taran's gaze went as often there as it did toward the Springs, but none of Landis's men challenged Vara to join the battle.
Taran would not be easy to defeat in battle, and Vara would help him protect Tiyan.
The vara mudra shows that Ganesha may grant boons to the human being.
coxa vara, and one case of sacro-iliac fusion.
It has been postulated that this is due to external rotation of the tibia in full extension causing an apparent tibia vara.
These included three cases of coxa vara, and one case of sacro-iliac fusion.
Vara, the only man he might count as a friend if he dared count any, whirled, and moonlight caught his pale green eyes.
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