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.Affwin Wi smiled a little bit outwardly and a great deal inwardly.She heard the longing and the love in the old laird’s sigh, the wistful dreaminess in his still sharp eye.She entertained him, but she was no harem piece, no subservient or helpless creature.She was, or had been, Jhesta Tu.She could outfight any man or woman in Ethelbert’s army, and he knew it.She carried great power and great independence, and she was here, dancing before him, because she chose to be and not because he had ordered her.And that gave her power.She danced on and on, to one sigh after another from the man who wanted to consume her in passion but no longer could.Gradually, Ethelbert’s eyes closed, a look of great contentment on his face.Affwin Wi danced over to him and slid down onto the arm of his throne beside him, hugging his face against her small breasts until he began breathing in the deep rhythms of pleasant sleep.Smiling still, Affwin Wi left the room, to find Merwal Yahna, young and strong, his virility shown in his hardened warrior muscles and exaggerated by the imposing profile of his shaven head.He wasn’t large and bulky like so many of the greatest Honce warriors, who required such brawn to swing their gigantic swords and axes, but lithe and taut, a warrior of the desert and the fighting arts favored there, where speed and precision overcame bulk.“I do not like that you dance for him,” said the man, whom she had trained in the ways of the Jhesta Tu, her finest student.She laughed dismissively.“He loves you!”“He cannot make love to me,” Affwin Wi reminded as she reached up her hand and gently stroked Merwal Yahna’s chiseled shoulder and upper arm.“He desires it but is too old.”“But you would let him if he could,” the man accused.“Your jealousy flatters me,” Affwin Wi replied playfully.“And excites me.” She moved toward the man alluringly, but he grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her back to arm’s length.“You would!” Merwal Yahna growled.With a subtle roll of her arms, Affwin Wi brought her hands up, under, and then back out over Merwal Yahna’s grasp, her elbows breaking his hold.She caught a grip on his forearm as she pressed his arms wide, and let her hands slide up until she had him firmly by the wrists.A movement subtle, gentle, and effective, as was Affwin Wi.“We are here to fight,” Merwal Yahna reminded her.“We are paid as mercenaries, not whores!”Affwin Wi laughed disarmingly.“We are employed by Ethelbert.”“To fight!”“And so we have and so we will.His warriors look upon us with awe,” said Affwin Wi.“He pays us well, but is there nothing more?”Her conniving grin gave Merwal Yahna pause, and he stared at her curiously.“Ethelbert is the ruler of a great city and land with wealth to rival the sheiks of Jacintha,” she said.“He has no heir.”Merwal Yahna, not even fighting her hold, could only sigh at the ever-pragmatic attitude of his lover.Affwin Wi had no shame about her body or about lovemaking.To her, all of her physical being was merely a conduit to help her attain the emotional and spiritual goals—or in this case, the simple power offered by her alliance and dalliances with Ethelbert.She had never pretended to be anything other than a woman who would have her way.No man—not Ethelbert, not even Merwal Yahna—could ever possess her.“I grow warm and hungry when I dance,” she purred, her voice suddenly husky.“Are you going to disappoint me?”Merwal Yahna tugged his hands free and pulled Affwin Wi in for a crushing hug and passionate kiss.He tried to bend her backward to slow-drop her to the thick pillows spread about their room, but with an easy step and a twist of her pretty feet it was he, not she, who went down on his back.Merwal Yahna was not disappointed.Two banners preceded the lines into Chapel Abelle’s courtyard soon after, one of Laird Delaval and the other of the third great city of Honce, the port of Palmaristown.The pennants came in side by side, a curious arrangement in these times, when the arrogant Laird Delaval was claiming unequivocal kingship of the whole of the land.But when Father Artolivan, no stranger to Palmaristown, noted the man riding the armored chestnut stallion before the banners, he surely understood [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]