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Date Posted: 19:38:38 10/24/05 Mon
CHAPTER 69
“Leave us.” Mikelle issued the command as soon as he saw Nicadea standing in the doorway. She looked tiny in the voluptuous folds of fabric wrapped around her body. Her eyes were downcast—her hands clasped in front of her like the demure virgin he suspected her of being. “Come in, Nicadea. Would you like a glass of wine?”
Her feet moved her forward of their own accord, without needing a direct command or special instruction. For that, she was grateful, because her eyes drank in the features of the room as if seeing it for the first time. Anything to avoid looking at him—to avoid thinking about what might lie ahead. “Yes,” she said, surprised to hear that her voice was only a little louder than a whisper. She didn’t normally drink spirits, but tonight seemed like a good time to start.
He motioned to an intricately carved wooden chair covered in deep purple velvet. She sat down, reached for one of the jewel-encrusted gold goblets, and sipped at the cool liquid. The scenes from brightly stitched tapestries flickered in the soft light from the room’s many burning candles. She glanced at the half-moon shining through the open window across from her before turning her attention to her host.
“Is everything to your satisfaction?”
She looking for some mockery in his expression but found none. She nodded.
“But you have questions you’d like to ask of me?”
“Yes.” Did she dare say what was on her mind? A slave would never question her lord—but he wasn’t treating her as a slave. This had to be some sort of trick. “Why are you treating me as a guest instead of a slave?”
Mikelle had not expected the girl to be so direct. Her honesty showed courage. “I wanted to get to know you a little better.”
“Why?”
“Remember what I told you last time we met? You are going to help me put an end to the fighting in this country.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible, my lord. Unless you and your kind are planning to leave.”
His eyes narrowed as he tried to decide if she was mocking him. “No, we will never leave. This is our land now, and you’d better get used to us.”
She shuddered involuntarily, not because of his words, but the hushed way he spoke them. “I’d like to leave now.”
“You do me a disservice, my lady. We have barely finished our wine.” He topped off her glass and refilled his own.
“How long do you wish me to stay with you? You know I have duties to attend, and slaves rise very early.”
“Do not concern yourself, my lady. I wish you to stay the night.”
Nicadea rose so fast that she knocked the wine from the table. It ran across in a streak of violet to drip on the stone floor, but neither of them seemed to notice. “I cannot, my lord. Please, get someone else on which to sate your manly desires, for I am a priestess.”
“And I’m your new lord and master.”
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