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Jelena felt sick. How could a newly married man spend all night making love to his beautiful bride, then the very next day proposition another woman?

She shook her head emphatically. “Please let me go, Lord Sadaiyo,” she begged. She tried in vain to break the vise-like hold he had on her wrists.

His eyes flashed grey-green fire. “I’d consider my answer very carefully if I were you,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “Don’t be stupid, girl. If I’ve decided that I want you, then I’ll have you, of that you can be certain. It would be a very serious mistake to turn me down, especially in favor of my brother. Think about it.” He pulled her roughly toward him and whispered in her ear, “This isn’t over.” He then dropped her hands and sauntered away, leaving her bruised and shaken.

Jelena’s knees turned to water, and she staggered backward, almost falling. Her thoughts fluttered in her head like terrified birds.

What am I going to do? I have no defense against Sadaiyo. He’s the Heir. He can do as he likes, and no one can stop him, except…

No. I can’t involve Ashinji. Things are already bad between him and his brother. This just might be enough to push him into doing something foolish. No, I must handle this myself, but how?

She ran all the way back to the barracks.

Chapter 26

The Hunt

Seven days had passed since Ashinji had made his declaration and Sadaiyo his proposition, and during that time, Jelena had managed to avoid both brothers.

Ashinji had not sought her out, either; for this, Jelena felt great relief, because her resolve to lie to him about her true feelings had evaporated. She simply could not summon the strength of will to attempt to destroy the bond between them. Better that she avoid him altogether, at least for the time being, until she could figure out a course of action.

As for Sadaiyo, he had been kept very busy entertaining his new in-laws, too busy to spare any more attention for her, thank the gods.

Lord Sen kept her well occupied with carrying messages-orders, mostly, to all of the minor lords of the district. As their liege, part of Lord Sen’s job involved directing his vassals in their preparations for the upcoming confrontation with the Soldarans. Much remained to be done. Alasiri had been at peace for over a century, and it was Lord Sen’s considered opinion that the elven people had grown soft and complacent.

Today, though, Jelena had no messages to carry. Lord Sen had given most of the staff the day off, and as a bonus, a hunt had been organized for the recreation of Lord Dai and his entourage. The newlyweds were to lead it. Kami had told Jelena that staff members who were not on duty were always welcome to attend organized hunts, provided that they stayed to the rear and did not take any shots without express permission from the lords, a rare and unlikely occurrence. As a messenger, Jelena was entitled to follow on horseback. Reluctant at first, she eventually allowed Aneko and some of the other guards to persuade her into joining them.

The warmth of the morning offered a preview of the day’s heat. The lower yard buzzed with activity. Those staff members entitled to ride busied themselves preparing their own mounts while the grooms readied the mounts of the noble folk. A cluster of castle staff, mainly groundskeepers, laborers and kitchen workers, stood off to one side, well out of the way. They all intended to follow the hunt on foot, keeping up as best they could.

Jelena stood with her guard friends, absently stroking the nose of her favorite horse, Willow. Aneko came stumping up, a little smirk twisting her full mouth. “Kami won’t be riding out with us this fine morning, I’m afraid. She’s green as an unripe apple and puking her guts out in the privies this very moment.”

For the past week, Kami had been ill, especially upon rising in the morning. Jelena’s chest tightened with concern. “Maybe she should go see a doctor. Something very wrong could be with her,” she said. Aneko roared with laughter, as did several others. Jelena felt terribly confused, wondering if she had made some especially ridiculous mistake with her Siri-dar.

“ Oh, she’ll be needing the doctor all right, but she’s not sick, just pregnant,” Aneko explained patiently.

Jelena blushed, embarrassed at her own ignorance. “Does Captain Miri know he is to be a father?” she asked.

“ He’ll know soon enough,” Aneko replied. “I dare say he’ll be putting in for that wage increase sooner than he expected. I s’pose their wedding will be moved up as well. Ai, the lords are mounting up. Let’s go!”

Jelena climbed onto Willow and settled her bow across the saddle horn and a quiver of arrows at her knee. Aneko had suggested she carry the bow in case an opportunity for the commoners to shoot-unlikely, but still possible-presented itself.

She scanned the group of nobles and caught sight of Ashinji, astride the big black gelding he favored. Her breath caught in her throat. In the midst of talking to Lord Dai’s son Ibeji, he abruptly looked up, like a hound scenting a rabbit. Slowly, as if an unseen force pulled at him, he swiveled in his saddle until he sat facing in her direction, catching her in his gaze.

She felt dizzy, and that curious sensation she had experienced before-like thoughts and words not her own were trying to form in her mind-washed over her. A voice called her name; it sounded like Ashinji’s but his lips weren’t moving.

Lord Sen interposed himself between Ashinji and Ibeji, blocking her view and abruptly the sensation vanished. She exhaled loudly and rubbed her forehead.

“ Is your head hurting you?” Aneko asked.

“ No…No. I am well,” Jelena replied. “All excitement, my first hunt…” She smiled and indicated the hubbub with a wave of her hand.

“ Just remember to stay to the rear.” Aneko pointed her thumb back over her shoulder.

The cacophony in the yard increased twofold as the hunt mistress brought up the castle’s pack of hounds. They were impressive animals, with lean, muscular bodies and whip-slim tails. Their coats gleamed like black satin in the sunlight. Deep, throaty howls filled the air-a raw, primal sound, visceral and wild. Jelena could not help but feel a rush of excitement.

The gates of the castle swung open, and the hunt flowed through. The hunt mistress and her assistants rode at the fore, the pack flowing like black water around their horses’ feet. Next came the field of noble folk, followed by the mounted commoners. The group on foot brought up the rear.

Back in Amsara, Jelena had never been allowed to participate in any hunts, and even if she had wanted to, her lowly status as a kitchen drudge would have meant that she’d have had to follow on foot. The idea of slogging through mud and brambles for hours just to witness other people bringing down game had never really appealed to her.

This, however, was entirely different. She had a horse to ride, and social status far beyond anything she had ever imagined for herself. She had friends who respected her. She had, for the first time in her life, a real home.

All of which she now stood to lose if she refused Sadaiyo.

Don’t think about any of that now. Just enjoy the day.

The field set out at a brisk jog, heading for a patch of woodland just across the river from the castle. The hounds fanned out and entered the trees, snuffling and growling. The field hung back to allow the dogs to do their work. A well-seasoned pack, they knew their business. Occasionally, the hunt mistress would whistle a series of tones. Jelena wondered what they meant.

After a short time, the hounds emerged, tongues lolling. They had failed to flush any game. The hunt mistress whistled again, and the pack reformed, ready to move on.

The hunt moved as one, a multi-legged beast loping through the golden fields of midsummer. They rode east, toward Saihama village, where, Aneko had informed Jelena, many deer had been spotted recently.