“Kieran, look out!” Drom shouted.
Kieran spun around just in time to see a ceramic bottle come flying through the air and shatter against the big mercenary’s temple. The man grunted and collapsed, dropping the knife. Kieran looked quickly to see who had thrown it. His gaze fell on Sorak. Sorak simply nodded at him.
Kieran smiled. “That’s two I owe you, Sorak,” he said. “My thanks. I won’t forget.”
Edric turned to stare at Sorak intently.
“Well, I think I’ve had enough entertainment for one night,” Ryana said.
Sorak offered her his arm. “In that case, my lady, will you allow me to escort you home?”
She took his arm and snuggled up against him. “Would you like a private dance, as well?”
“I didn’t know you could dance,” said Sorak with surprise.
“I can’t,” she replied, batting her eyelashes.
“Tajik,” Sorak said, “we’re leaving now.”
“Well, I must say, it’s certainly been an interesting night,” said the ferry captain as he led them toward the door. Behind them, Edric continued to stare at Sorak. Then he turned to Turin. “I will return for Cricket’s things,” he said.
“Aah, do as you like, and good riddance to you both,” said Turin, sourly. But Edric was already heading for the door.
5
“That girl was very beautiful, wasn’t she?” Ryana asked.
Sorak ran his fingers lightly down her bare thigh. “Yes, she was.”
They lay together wrapped in a blanket on a rug in front of the fireplace. After they had returned to Tajik’s home, the captain had diplomatically withdrawn, saying he would see them in the morning. The servants had prepared a spare room for them, lit a fire, and brewed a pot of tea, then retired to their own quarters, wishing them goodnight. And Sorak and Ryana had made love.
Though they had known each other almost all their lives, they were still only recent lovers, still discovering things about themselves in their new physical relationship. The first time they made love, in Sanctuary, it had been a gentle, tentative, profoundly emotional experience. This time, it had been passionate and energetic. Ryana had showed a side of herself Sorak had never seer before. And he thought he knew why.
“Did you find her desirable?” Ryana asked, her face inches from his own as they lay with legs intertwined.
“I was affected by her beauty,” Sorak replied.
“And her dancing?” asked Ryana.
“She was very good,” said Sorak.
“You found her exciting.”
“Yes. She was beautiful, and I thought her dancing very sensual and seductive.”
Ryana sighed. “At least you’re honest. I wish I could dance for you like that.”
“You don’t have to,” Sorak said, kissing her.
“But I’d like to,” she replied. “I saw the way you were watching her.”
“I’ve seen women dance before,” said Sorak, “but never like that. She’s very skilled. She has a gift.”
“Do you recall her name?”
“Cricket.”
“I was going to call you a liar if you claimed not to remember,” said Ryana wryly.
“I would never lie to you.” He kissed her lips and squeezed her leg between his own. “Besides, it’s an unusual name.”
“And I suppose that is the only reason you remembered it.”
“Are you jealous?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“No,” she replied. Then grimaced and said, “Yes.”
“You have no reason to be,” Sorak said. “Besides, she left with Kieran.”
“Mmmm. He’s very handsome, isn’t he?”
“Yes, I suppose he is.”
“And a great body.”
“I agree.”
“And he’s very dashing.”
“I can see that, yes.”
“A girl could do far worse.”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Damn you,” she said, poking him.
Sorak chuckled. “I have no reason to feel jealous. I do not doubt your love. Do you doubt mine?”
“No,” she said, snuggling against him and kissing his neck. “But I still wish I could dance for you the way she did.”
“I would enjoy seeing you dance.”
Ryana made a face and shook her head. “My body would not move like hers. I am too muscular and lack the flexibility. Besides, I do not have her skill. If I tried, I would look foolish and clumsy. You would only laugh at me.”
“Never.”
She sighed. “In a way, it was easier before, when your female aspects prevented you from lying with a woman. I knew you could never lie with me, but neither would you lie with others. Now, I cannot help but wonder if I will be enough for you.”
“You are more than enough woman for me,” said Sorak.
“But I’m the only woman you have ever been with.”
“And I’m the only man that you have ever been with,” he replied. “Unless there’s something you have kept from me.”
She poked him again. “You know better. But it’s different with a man. A woman loves. A man has appetites.”
Sorak frowned. “Who told you that?”
“It’s what the sisters always said.”
“Ah, and they, of course, are vastly experienced in such matters,” he said in a gently mocking tone.
“They are not all virgins. You know that.”
“Yes, I know,” he agreed, “but those who are not have experienced only the physical side of love, and that merely as a curiosity. When it came their turn to make a pilgrimage, they took the opportunity to find a man and satisfy their curiosity, and they did so in a manner that only validated their preconceptions.”
Ryana frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“What prevented me from experiencing physical love before is what helps me understand it better now,” he said. “I used to resent the interference of my female aspects, but in a way, I’m grateful for it now. I wanted you, but my female aspects would not allow it, because if I made love to you, they would have experienced it with me. They would have been repelled by it, as I would have been had one of them made love with a man. Well, perhaps not all of them would have been repelled. Kivara always found the possibility intriguing.”
“Yes, I remember,” said Ryana with a smile. “She was always a creature of sensation, entranced with excitement, attracted to the unpredictable.”
“And so, through her, I knew that side of female behavior,” Sorak said. “With the Guardian, I knew the stable, maternal, nurturing side. The Watcher taught me yet another side of women, that which observes and protects and evaluates. I may be male, but because of them, I also know what it’s like to be female. To say that women love while men have only appetites is to deny that women also have appetites and men can also love. And the sisters stand as living proof of that.”
“They do?” Ryana asked, with surprise.
“Of course,” said Sorak. “If a sister goes out on a pilgrimage and takes a man to bed to satisfy her curiosity, then is that love? Or is it not an appetite she is indulging?”
“But… doing it merely to find out what it’s like, that is not really lust,” Ryana said.
“Perhaps not, but if curiosity must be indulged and satisfied, then it’s an appetite, just as lust is. And if you were to take a man to bed without loving him, merely to satisfy your curiosity, then how would that be any different from my taking Cricket to bed simply because she aroused me with her beauty and her dancing? Those sisters who spoke to you of men so knowledgeably, did any of them ever say they were in love?”
“No, they didn’t,” Ryana admitted.
“So, if women love and men only indulge their appetites, then what were they doing?”
“I never really thought of it that way,” Ryana said. “I never questioned it.”