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string(155) " pallbearers out of the palace and taken with great ceremony all through the Court’s grounds, until it reached the Court’s imposing cathedral\." WELL, NOT GONE EXACTLY. Muted. Kind of like how it had felt immediately after she’d restored Dimitri back to a dhampir. We will write a custom essay sample on Last Sacrifice Chapter Three or any similar topic only for you Order Now The magic had been so strong then that it had â€Å"burned out’ our link. There was no blast of magic now. It was almost as though the blankness was intentional on her part. Like always, I still had a sense of Lissa: she was alive; she was well. So what was keeping me from feeling more of her? She wasn’t asleep, because I could feel a sense of alert consciousness on the other side of this wall. Spirit was there, hiding her from me †¦ and she was making it happen. What the hell? It was an accepted fact that our bond worked only one way. I could sense her; she couldn’t sense me. Likewise, I could control when I went into her mind. Often, I tried to keep myself out (jail captivity time excluded), in an attempt to protect her privacy. Lissa had no such control, and her vulnerability infuriated her sometimes. Every once in a while, she could use her power to shield herself from me, but it was rare, difficult, and required considerable effort on her part. Today, she was pulling it off, and as the condition persisted, I could feel her strain. Keeping me out wasn’t easy, but she was managing it. Of course, I didn’t care about the how of it. I wanted to know the why. It was probably my worst day of imprisonment. Fear for myself was one thing. But for her? That was agonizing. If it was my life or hers, I would have walked into execution without hesitation. I had to know what was going on. Had she learned something? Had the Council decided to skip right over a trial and execute me? Was Lissa trying to protect me from that news? The more spirit she wielded, the more she endangered her life. This mental wall required a lot of magic. But why? Why was she taking this risk? It was astonishing in that moment to realize just how much I relied on the bond to keep track of her. True: I didn’t always welcome someone else’s thoughts in my head. Despite the control I’d learned, her mind still sometimes poured into mine in moments I’d rather not experience. None of that was a concern now–only her safety was. Being blocked off was like having a limb removed. All day I tried to get inside her head. Every time, I was kept out. It was maddening. No visitors came to me either, and the book and magazines had long since lost their appeal. The caged animal feeling was getting to me again, and I spent a fair amount of time yelling at my guards–with no results. Tatiana’s funeral was tomorrow, and the clock to my trial was ticking loudly. Bedtime came, and the wall in the bond dropped at last–because Lissa went to sleep. The link between us was firm, but her mind was closed off in unconsciousness. I’d find no answers there. Left with nothing else, I went to bed as well, wondering if I’d be cut off again in the morning. I wasn’t. She and I were linked again, and I was able to see the world through her eyes once more. Lissa was up and around early, preparing for the funeral. I neither saw nor felt any sign of why I’d been blocked the day before. She was letting me back into her mind, just like normal. I almost wondered if I’d imagined being cut off from her. No †¦ there it was. Barely. Within her mind, I sensed thoughts she was still hiding from me. They were slippery. Each time I tried to grasp them, they fell out of my hands. I was amazed she could still use enough magic to pull it off, and it was also a clear indication that she’d blocked me out intentionally yesterday. What was going on? Why on earth would she need to hide something from me? What could I do about anything, locked in this hellhole? Again, my unease grew. What awful thing didn’t I know about? I watched Lissa get ready, seeing no ostensible sign of anything unusual. The dress she’d ended up selecting had cap sleeves and went to the knee. Black, of course. It was hardly a clubbing dress, but she knew it would raise some eyebrows. Under different circumstances, this would have delighted me. She chose to wear her hair down and unbound, its pale blond color showing brightly against the dress’s black when she surveyed herself in a mirror. Christian met Lissa outside. He cleaned up well, I had to admit, uncharacteristically wearing a dress shirt and tie. He’d drawn the line at a jacket, and his expression was an odd mix of nervousness, secrecy, and typical snark. When he saw Lissa, though, his face momentarily transformed, turning radiant and awestruck as he gazed at her. He gave her a small smile and took her into his arms for a brief embrace. His touch brought her contentment and comfort, easing her anxiety. They’d gotten back together recently afte r a breakup, and that time apart had been agonizing for both of them. â€Å"It’s going to be okay,’ he murmured, his look of worry returning. â€Å"This’ll work. We can do this.’ She said nothing but tightened her hold on him before stepping back. Neither of them spoke as they walked to the beginning of the funeral procession. I decided this was suspicious. She caught hold of his hand and felt strengthened by it. The funeral procedures for Moroi monarchs had been the same for centuries, no matter if the Court was in Romania or its new home in Pennsylvania. That was the Moroi way. They mixed the traditional with the modern, magic with technology. The queen’s coffin would be carried by pallbearers out of the palace and taken with great ceremony all through the Court’s grounds, until it reached the Court’s imposing cathedral. You read "Last Sacrifice Chapter Three" in category "Essay examples" There, a select group would enter for mass. After the service, Tatiana would be buried in the church’s graveyard, taking her place beside other monarchs and important royals. The coffin’s route was easy to spot. Poles strung with red and black silk banners marked each side. Rose petals had been strewn on the ground the coffin would pass over. Along the sides, people crammed together, hoping to catch a glimpse of their former queen. Many Moroi had come from far off places, some to see the funeral and some to see the monarch elections that would soon follow over the next couple of weeks. The royal family escort–most of whom wore saleswoman-approved black velvet– were already heading into the palace building. Lissa stopped outside to part ways with Christian since he certainly had never been in the running to represent his family for such an honored event. She gave him another fierce hug and a light kiss. As they stepped away, there was a knowing glint in his blue eyes–that secret that was hidden from me. Lissa pushed through the gathering crowds, trying to get to the entrance and find the procession’s starting point. The building didn’t look like the palaces or castles of ancient Europe. Its grand stone farade and tall windows matched the Court’s other structures, but a few features–its height, wide marble steps–subtly distinguished it from other buildings. A tug at Lissa’s arm stopped her progress, nearly causing her to run into an ancient Moroi man. â€Å"Vasilisa?’ It was Daniella Ivashkov, Adrian’s mother. Daniella wasn’t so bad as royals went, and she was actually okay with Adrian and me dating–or at least, she had been before I became an accused murderer. Most of Daniella’s acceptance had come from the fact that she believed Adrian and I would split up anyways once I received my guardian assignment. Daniella had also convinced one of her cousins, Damon Tarus, to be my lawyer–an offer I’d rejected when I chose Abe to represent me instead. I still wasn’t entirely sure if I’d made the best decision there, but it probably tarnished Daniella’s view of me, which I regretted. Lissa offered up a nervous smile. She was anxious to join the procession and get all of this over with. â€Å"Hi,’ she said. Daniella was dressed in full black velvet and even had small diamond barrettes shining in her dark hair. Worry and agitation lined her pretty face. â€Å"Have you seen Adrian? I haven’t been able to find him anywhere. We checked his room.’ â€Å"Oh.’ Lissa averted her eyes. â€Å"What?’ Daniella nearly shook her. â€Å"What do you know?’ Lissa sighed. â€Å"I’m not sure where he is, but I saw him last night when he was coming back from some party.’ Lissa hesitated, like she was too embarrassed to tell the rest. â€Å"He was †¦ really drunk. More than I’ve ever seen him. He was going off with some girls, and I don’t know. I’m sorry, Lady Ivashkov. He’s probably †¦ well, passed out somewhere.’ Daniella wrung her hands, and I shared her dismay. â€Å"I hope nobody notices. Maybe we can say †¦ he was overcome with grief. There’s so much going on. Surely no one will notice. You’ll tell them, right? You’ll say how upset he was?’ I liked Daniella, but this royal obsession with image was really starting to bug me. I knew she loved her son, but her main concern here seemed to be less about Tatiana’s final rest than it was about what others would think about a breach of protocol. â€Å"Of course,’ said Lissa. â€Å"I wouldn’t want anyone to †¦ well, I’d hate for that to get out.’ â€Å"Thank you. Now go.’ Daniella gestured to the doors, still looking anxious. â€Å"You need to take your place.’ To Lissa’s surprise, Daniella gave her a gentle pat on the arm. â€Å"And don’t be nervous. You’ll do fine. Just keep your head up.’ Guardians stationed at the door recognized Lissa as someone with access and allowed her in. There, in the foyer, was Tatiana’s coffin. Lissa froze, suddenly overwhelmed, and nearly forgot what she was doing there. The coffin alone was a work of art. It was made of gleaming black wood, polished to brilliance. Paintings of elaborate garden scenes in shining metallic colors of every hue adorned each side. Gold glittered everywhere, including the poles that the pallbearers would hold. Those poles were draped with strings of mauve roses. It seemed like the thorns and leaves would make it difficult for the pallbearers to get a good grip, but that was their problem to deal with. Inside, uncovered and lying on a bed of more mauve roses, was Tatiana herself. It was strange. I saw dead bodies all the time. Hell, I created them. But seeing a body that had been preserved, lying peacefully and ornamentally †¦ well, it was creepy. It was strange for Lissa, too, particularly since she didn’t have to deal with death as often as I did. Tatiana wore a gleaming silk gown that was a rich shade of purple–the traditional color for royal burial. The dress’s long sleeves were decorated with an elaborate design of small pearls. I’d often seen Tatiana in red–a color associated with the Ivashkov family–and I was glad for the purple burial tradition. A red dress would have been too strong a reminder of the bloody pictures of her that I’d seen at my hearing, pictures I kept trying to block out. Strings of gemstones and more pearls hung around her neck, and a gold crown set with diamonds and amethysts rested upon her graying hair. Someone had done a good job with Tatiana’s makeup, but even they couldn’t hide the whiteness of her skin. Moroi were naturally pale. In death, they were like chalk–like Strigoi. The image struck Lissa so vividly that she swayed on her feet a little and had to look away. The roses’ scent filled the air, but there was a hint of decay mixed in with that sweetness. The funeral coordinator spotted Lissa and ordered her into position–after first bemoaning Lissa’s fashion choice. The sharp words snapped Lissa back to reality, and she fell in line with five other royals on the right side of the coffin. She tried not to look too closely at the queen’s body and directed her gaze elsewhere. The pallbearers soon showed up and lifted their burden, using the rose-draped poles to rest the coffin on their shoulders and slowly carry it out to the waiting crowd. The pallbearers were all dhampirs. They wore formal suits, which confused me at first, but then I realized they were all Court guardians–except one. Ambrose. He looked as gorgeous as always and stared straight ahead as he did his job, face blank and expressionless. I wondered if Ambrose mourned Tatiana. I was so fixated on my own problems that I kept forgetting a life had been lost here, a life that many had loved. Ambrose had defended Tatiana when I’d been angry about the age law. Watching him through Lissa’s eyes, I wished I was there to speak to him in person. He had to know something more about the letter he’d slipped me in the courtroom. Surely he wasn’t just the delivery boy. The procession moved forward, ending my musings about Ambrose. Before and ahead of the coffin were other ceremonial people. Royals in elaborate clothing, making a glittering display. Uniformed guardians carrying banners. Musicians with flutes walked at the very back, playing a mournful tune. For her part, Lissa was very good at public appearances and managed the slow, stately pace with elegance and grace, her gaze level and confident. I couldn’t see outside her body, of course, but it was easy to imagine what the spectators saw. She was beautiful and regal, worthy to inherit the Dragomir legacy, and hopefully more and more would realize that. It would save us a lot of trouble if someone would change the voting law through standard procedures, so we didn’t have to rely on a quest for a lost sibling. Walking the funeral route took a long time. Even when the sun started sinking down toward the horizon, the day’s heat still hung in the air. Lissa began to sweat but knew her discomfort was nothing compared to the pallbearers’. If the watching crowd felt the heat, they didn’t show it. They craned their necks to get their one glimpse of the spectacle passing before them. Lissa didn’t process the onlookers so much, but in their faces, I saw that the coffin wasn’t their only focus. They were also watching Lissa. Word of what she’d done for Dimitri had blazed around the Moroi world, and while many were skeptical of her ability to heal, there were just as many who believed. I saw expressions of wonder and awe in the crowd, and for a second, I wondered who they’d really come to see: Lissa or Tatiana? Finally, the cathedral came into view, which was good news for Lissa. The sun didn’t kill Moroi like it did Strigoi, but the heat and sunlight were still uncomfortable for any vampire. The procession was nearly finished, and she, being one of those allowed into the church service, would soon get to enjoy air conditioning. As I studied the surroundings, I couldn’t help but think what a circle of irony my life was. Off to the sides of the church’s extensive grounds were two giant statues showing ancient Moroi monarchs of legend, a king and queen who had helped the Moroi prosper. Even though they were a fair distance from the church, the statues loomed ominously, like they were scrutinizing everything. Near the queen’s statue was a garden that I knew well. I’d been forced to landscape it as punishment for running off to Las Vegas. My true purpose on that trip–which no one knew–had been to free Victor Dashkov from prison. Victor had been a longtime enemy of ours, but he and his brother Robert, a spirit user, had held the knowledge we needed to save Dimitri. If any guardians had found out that I’d freed Victor–then later lost him–my punishment would have been a lot worse than filing and landscaping. At least I’d done a good job with the garden, I thought bitterly. If I was executed, I’d leave a lasting mark at Court. Lissa’s eyes lingered on one of the statues for a long time before she turned back to the church. She was sweating heavily now, and I realized some of it wasn’t just the heat. She was anxious too. But why? Why was she so nervous? This was just ceremony. All she had to do was go through the motions here. Yet †¦ there it was again. Something else was bothering her. She was still keeping a cluster of thoughts from me, but a few leaked out as she worried. Too close, too close. We’re moving too fast. Fast? Not by my estimation. I could have never handled this slow, stately pace. I felt especially bad for the pallbearers. If I were one, I would’ve said to hell with propriety and started jogging toward my final destination. Of course, that might jostle the body. If the funeral coordinator had been upset over Lissa’s dress, there was no telling how she’d react if Tatiana fell out of the coffin. Our view of the cathedral was getting clearer, its domes shining amber and orange in the setting sun. Lissa was still several yards away, but the priest standing out front was clearly visible. His robes were almost blinding. They were made of heavy, glittering gold brocade, long and full. A rounded hat with a cross, also gold, sat on his head. I thought it was in poor taste for him to outshine the queen’s clothing, but maybe that was just what priests did on formal occasions. Maybe it got God’s attention. He lifted his arms in welcome, showing off more of that rich fabric. The rest of the crowd and I couldn’t help but stare at the dazzling display. 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