The night before a large travelling band of merchants had approached and through the night set up on the outskirts of the Daxshee. This morning, the people of the Daxshee fell on it like it was the day after Christmas sales.
So, of course, I gathered my girl posse of Diandra, Narinda, Sheena, Nahka, Oahsee, Claudine, Sabine, Anastasie, and Nahka’s two BFFs who had been adopted by the troop, Char and Vuntus and away we went… shopping.
Being queen, and followed by Bain who carried weapons, was huge and muscular and barked orders, I or my girls got to go to the front of any stall that caught our fancy.
It was awesome, I was having a great time, the vibe in the air was excited and I was happy. I was happy because I was with my friends. I was happy because I was shopping, something I loved to do. And I was happy because they were happy, giggling, talking and buying.
But mostly I was happy because Lahn would be home tomorrow.
* * * * *
Needless to say, I made my decision.
Magic or not. I had the power in me or not. Savage nation or not.
I was staying.
This was because, here, I was queen.
This was because, here, I had awesome clothes.
This was because, here, I held beautiful magic.
This was because, here, I had great friends whose friendships had been tested beyond anything I could ever imagine and held strong and true.
And this was because, here, I was in love.
Perhaps not with the man of my dreams, but with a man that was more man than any I’d ever encountered. He was savage, no doubt about it. But, to me, he was unbelievably sweet.
And he thought I was a woman beyond his dreams.
And that worked for me.
* * * * *
I pretty much knew I had been denying the pull of the crazy, Korwahk world for awhile.
And I had been denying, too, the strange connection that held strong as steel between Lahn and me throughout the weeks we’d been together, the dramas and the heartbreaks.
But after he defeated Dortak and celebrated with me, I knew.
I knew I was in love.
What would happen the next day would only prove it irrefutably.
* * * * *
He had woken me with a gentle, “Wake, my Circe,” whispered in my ear.
When my eyes fluttered open and my head turned to take him in, I saw something on his face I’d seen once before – when he was looking at me after I sang to Mahyah.
God, that look was beautiful.
“What?” I whispered back.
“You will see,” he replied quietly then bent, I heard water splashing and he came back to me with a wet cloth. “We will bathe properly later. But you must see now and Dortak does not share this with us.”
Then he set about tenderly washing the blood from my skin and I saw that he’d already done it to himself.
I came up on my elbows and started, “Lahn –”
His eyes went from my chest to mine. “Quiet, my golden doe.”
His strange tone and that gorgeous look on his face which hadn’t faded made me quiet. He didn’t wash off all the paint but he made certain to wash off all the blood. Then he dropped the cloth in a bucket by the bed, scooped me up and put me on my feet. He walked to grab my robe from where it was hanging on the back of a chair. He was already in hides. He held it out for me; I slipped my arms through and tied it around my waist.
Then he took my hand and guided me to and through the cham flaps.
I saw it was just dawn; the Daxshee was still, most were asleep.
With his hand in mine, he took me around the cham to the back where the creek flowed passed.
But I saw it before I got there and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
All along the banks of the creek was a riot of flowers like the one I’d put on Mahyah’s pyre. They had been there before but not nearly as many and most of those had been cut by the Korwahk to give to Mahyah. Now, those cut blooms had been replaced, overnight, and their number had more than tripled.
And they weren’t just the vibrant orange of the bloom I gave Mahyah but also there were white, yellow and scarlet, as far as the eye could see, trailing along the edges of the creek. The willows dotted along the sides drooped their bowed branches, the ends dipping into the gentle flow of water.
It was astoundingly beautiful.
Lahn stopped me on the rise behind our cham just up from the creek and pulled my back to his front, one hand on my belly, the other arm slanted across my chest, hand curled around my neck the same as he had held me to him on his horse when we were riding.
I vaguely noticed that there were people about, not many, here and there on our side of the creek and on the opposite one, all of them silent, all of them staring at the spectacle.
Then Lahn bent so his mouth was at my ear and he spoke quietly as he pressed my belly lightly.
“I see we did not make a warrior last night. My golden goddess, I would hope, would not create a riot of flowers if my seed produced a warrior.” His voice dropped, his hand pressed deeper and his arm tensed. “We made a daughter.”
A shiver slid across my skin at his words, another one following when it dawned on me he was not disappointed at the thought of a girl… not at all.
He touched his mouth to the skin of my neck then his head lifted and he rested his jaw at the top of my hair and held me as I stared at what he thought I created.
Then something unbelievably cool happened.
Without me thinking them, memories sifted through my head.
Lahn relenting when I wanted Ghost.
Lahn lifting me to his back to carry me to the games.
Lahn grinning down at me the first time I drank the zakah.
Lahn holding me while I was trembling with sunstroke.
Lahn preparing medicine for me and holding it to my lips to drink.
Lahn checking on me during the day after I was sick.
Lahn giving me Zephyr.
Lahn holding me on his horse, asking me about my mother, my father, telling me I was beautiful, explaining to me how my claiming, something that had been hideous for me, had been, to him, a gift he held precious.
Lahn’s eyes holding mine, asking nonverbally if I was all right after Dortak extended his challenge.
Lahn taking care of me after Mahyah’s death.
Lahn offering me the greatest gift I’d ever received, more than once, his spirit.
Lahn telling me he was pleased my heart guided me back to him.
And Lahn telling me last night he couldn’t have dreamed a better me.
And as each memory shimmered in my brain, I watched in stunned silence as a new blossom sprouted out of nothing and bloomed in a flash of color somewhere along the bank.
Except for the memories of Lahn giving me his spirit and the last of him telling me I was better than a dream, both of which caused dozens of flowers to explode and grace the banks with astonishing vibrancy.
Holy shit. I totally had magic.
And it wasn’t noble.
It was awesome and it was freaking beautiful.
The eyes of those sharing this turned to me in wonder and Lahn’s arms gave me a squeeze as he murmured over my head, “My wife thinks happy thoughts.”
Yes. He was right, I did.
