“Marianna is not usual,” Gregor said. “And neither was what he felt for her.”
“I see nothing so unusual about her.” She frowned as she studied Marianna. “Why is she fighting him?”
“Do you suppose it could be because she regards him as the enemy? She loves her brother, and she holds Jordan responsible.”
“He will get the boy back.”
“And there’s the small matter of the Jedalar we are trying to steal from her.”
Ana dismissed the argument with a wave of her hand. “We are in the right.”
“Right is usually in the eye of the beholder.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “There are problems, but most women are taught to be guided by their bodies, not their minds.”
“Marianna is not ‘most’ women.”
“You said she let herself be taken by him. She is clearly a young woman with a young woman’s passions.”
The conversation was making him uneasy. At first he had thought he had seen signs of envy, but now he realized Ana’s feelings were far more complicated. “The battle is between them, Ana. You cannot make a gift of her to him just because he wants her. You sent me to England to make sure he was not spoiled by getting everything he wanted.”
“This is different.”
It was different only because Ana wanted it to be different. “How would you have felt if your husband had possessed a mother who wanted him to have you, regardless of your inclination?”
“There was no question of that,” she said bitterly. “They all hated me in England.”
“For good reason. You were rude and wild and wanted your own way. You cannot trample over people and expect them to love you.”
She glared at him. “I don’t trample over people.” Scowling, she then amended her own statement. “Well, not as a common practice.”
His laughter boomed. “I admit you’ve grown gentler over the years. Now, you are more like a pouncing tiger than an attacking lion.” He looked at Marianna again. “She did a splendid panel of a tiger that reminded me of you.”
Her attention returned immediately to the previous subject. “Jordan is generous and can be very charming. There is no reason he should not have her. She could not find a better lover or protector.”
His laughter faded as he saw where she was drifting. There would be trouble if she decided on this course. He said slowly, “You cannot buy him, Ana.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not trying to buy him.” She lifted her chin. “I have no need to buy anyone.”
“That is true. Now believe it yourself.” He lifted his glass of wine to his lips. “He will come to you in time.”
“Will he?” Her lips curled bitterly. “When I am old and gray and pitiful? I’ve waited too long already. What does he want of me? I cannot be anything but what I am.”
“Be patient. You’ve hardly been a sweet and sacrificing mother,” Gregor said mildly. “Any more than he’s been an understanding, forgiving son.”
“I don’t want his forgiveness.”
“Then what do you want from him?”
She was silent a moment and then said haltingly, “He need not be so cold. It would not be too much to expect friendship, would it? After all, we do have a common goal.”
He could sense the hurt she would never show Jordan. He wanted to reach out and touch her in comfort, but he knew she would not accept it. This wound went too deep. “It will come in time.”
“You said that before,” she said impatiently.
“Ah yes, you fear gray hair and creaking bones. But how can that happen when I’m going to burn all the calendars?”
She smiled reluctantly. “Would you really do that for me, Gregor?”
“Of course. Do you wish for a fountain of youth? I will venture forth immediately and find it for you.”
“I’m not sure I would like to be young again. I was very stupid when I was young.”
“We are all stupid before we gain experience.”
“You were never stupid,” she said softly. “You were always exactly as you are now.” A shadow crossed her face. “Were you truly almost killed?”
“No, I’ve had far greater wounds. All the blood frightened Marianna.”
“I won’t have you die,” she said with sudden fierceness. “Do you hear me? I won’t have it. What would I do without you?” She grimaced as she realized what she had said. “You see how selfish I am. I’m not sure you’re right regarding my improvement in character.”
“It is all you. The bad and the good combine to make the whole. It is the entire Ana Dvorak that matters.”
She looked down into the wine in her goblet. “The entire Ana Dvorak has certain needs that you do not fulfill. Are you going to come to me tonight?”
“No.”
Her hand tightened on her goblet. “I will not wait forever for you.”
“This is very good wine. Your own vineyards?”
“Yes. You injure my pride by your refusal. Other men desire me.”
“I desire you.” He smiled at her. “How could I not desire you? You are everything that a man could want in a woman.”
“Then why do you- I will not humble myself again like this.”
“Yes, you will.”
“Why should I?”
“Because you know that no one loves you as I do. You are curious to know how it would feel to bed a man whose love is as great as mine.”
She smiled beguilingly. “If you truly love me, you will come to my bed.”
“It is because I love you that I do not. Sadly it is as bad for your character to indulge your every wish as it was for Jordan.”
“I am not Jordan.”
She did not realize how much she resembled Jordan in this moment. Green eyes glittering with annoyance, the beautiful mouth tight with willfulness, the explosive energy lying just beneath the surface. The only difference was that Jordan masked his emotions beneath that air of cynicism, and Ana hid hers behind a wall of pride.
“No, Ana,” he said gently.
A mixture of disappointment and anger flared in her expression. “I’m not a nun. Do you want to know how many men I have had in my bed since last I saw you?”
“No, I do not want to know.”
“When I go back to my rooms tonight, I will send for a man who does not find me-”
“No, you will not.” His gaze met her own. “Not while I am here.”
“You cannot expect me to-” She broke off and then nodded jerkily, her voice uneven, “Not while you are here. Never while you are here.” She glanced quickly away from him. “You are a very difficult man,
“I am a very simple man.”
“Who must always have his way.” She squared her shoulders and smiled recklessly. “Well, I will not be defeated on all fronts. I think I must see that Jordan is made happy, if I am not.”
He should have known she would return to do battle. “You took away his mother, and now you wish to provide him a mistress to soothe the hurt? It is not a trade you can make, Ana.”
“You will not allow it?”
He nodded at Marianna. “She will not allow it.”
Ana’s gaze raked the delicacy of Marianna’s features, the fragility of her small body. “I doubt if she’s a match for me. I think I must accompany you on this journey to Montavia. Nebrov will hesitate to attack if I am along.”
“I am not so confident.”
She smiled brilliantly. “And besides, I must be there to protect you in case your wits fail you again. Yes, I will definitely go to Montavia.”
He opened his lips to argue with her and then closed them. Perhaps Ana should go with them. Marianna’s will
