Present.
BISHOP WALKED BACK TO the front of the cave to see Merryn warming her hands over the small fire she"d made. He stood there watching her for a moment and thought how much like Brecia she looked.
No, no, she wasn"t Brecia. Brecia was from long ago.
Bishop wondered how long he had been away. And he had been away, he knew that now, knew it to the soles of his boots.
"Merryn?" He started. His voice sounded rusty, as if he hadn"t spoken for a very long time.
She looked up, smiled just a bit. "Did you find anything in the back of the cave? What you were looking for, whatever that was?"
He shook his head. "How long was I gone?"
"Just a few minutes. You came back because you were hungry or because there was nothing for you to find?"
Only a few minutes? Longer, much longer. No, he didn"t know. "I suppose there is some truth in both things," he said, and no longer knew what he was talking about. He rubbed his cheek where the hand had struck him.
"I have some bread that is stale, but I was going to put it on a stick over the fire. What do you think?"
"I should like that," he said, and realized he was starving. He also realized that his chest hurt, as if someone had punched him with his fist. He rubbed his hand over his chest, and the ache receded.
He watched her slice the remaining bread into thick slices and fix it to a stick. She began waving it close to the flames. She said, without looking up, "What have you been doing?"
"Nothing much," he said, and sat cross-legged beside her. "It is dark in the back of the cave. There"s nothing there."
"You weren"t gone long enough to see everything, surely."
"No," he said, taking a toasted slice of bread off the stick she was pointing at him. "Just a few minutes."
"Fearless whinnied while you were gone. I looked outside but didn"t see anyone."
"I will look again after I"ve eaten this delicious bread. This was a very good idea, Merryn." He wasn"t about to tell her that he"d been pulled into a black hole by someone who"d laughed and then slapped him. And thena"As he chewed on the toast, he closed his eyes, and there was Brecia, lying on top of him, trying to save him, killing herself in the process, and he felt what the prince had felt, anger at himself for his foolishness, his failure, his anguish that he would die and never have Brecia.
But it all happened in his head. He had no death wound. He"d been gone but a few minutes. A dreama"it had been some sort of dream that they"d wanted him to relive. Why? So that he would know they were real, that he would accept them? Why?
The curse. It always came back to the curse.
He calmed himself. They would show him what must be done. He ate more of the delicious toast. Whatever was, whatever had beena"it was fading quickly from his mind, from his memory.
Merryn said as she pulled a burned bit off her own toasted bread, "You said you had to come here, that it has something to do with the curse. I don"t understand that. You said you didn"t find anything. What will you do now?"
He kept chewing on his toast, looking directly into Merryn"s small fire. He said, "This is the origin of the curse." He frowned. "Or this is where the curse has to end. I don"t know yet." He had no intention of telling Merryn that someone had slapped him hard and laughed when he"d leaned over that black hole, and pulled him into a long ago death scene.
She said, "But you don"t know what you"re supposed to find here? What you"re supposed to do here?"
He shook his head. "I feel like a blind man." But he was no longer scared. The dreams that weren"t dreamsa"they"d made him a part of them, made him feel them.
He shook his head and ate the final piece of bread.
"What are you going to do now, Bishop?"
He looked at Merryn"s hair, the red dulled in the dim cave light. It was braided tightly around her head, not long and flowing down her back with white ribbons. "I don"t know," he said. "I just know that we must be here. All of it happened so long ago."
"What happened so long ago?"
He hadn"t realized he"d spoken aloud. "Many things," he said, "were long ago." He watched her apportion the remaining strips of salted herring. His pile, he saw, was three times larger than hers. She was humming softly under her breath. A lock of red hair had come out of the tight braid and was curling lazily around her breast. Without warning, he felt a bolt of l.u.s.t that nearly stopped his breath in his chest. Overwhelming l.u.s.t, such l.u.s.t as he"d never felt in his life, not like this, like thunder striking him, pounding into him, prodding him, sending him into madness. It was too much, this l.u.s.t. He had to have her. He had to have her now. He saw the prince, he saw Brecia. "Now. I want you now."
She dropped her small pile of herring into the fire, stared at him, and saw something that scared her to her toes. "Oh, no!" she said. "Look what you"ve made me do, Bishop. Stop what you"re thinking and help me." She was leaning over the fire, trying to pull the separate strips out of the flickering flames and ashes, but it was no good.
"Take mine, I don"t care, but first, I have to have you, Merryn. Now."
"What"s wrong with you? You eat toasted bread and suddenly you"re overcome with l.u.s.t? How could you want me? You wanted me before and then you pulled away. Admit it, you don"t really want me, you just want what I would bring you. What is different this time?"
How could he not want her? Oh, G.o.d, he wanted to come inside her and she wanted him to admit something? He liked the toasted bread. Hadn"t he already told her that? He shook his head, but nothing was there except roaring l.u.s.t and he simply couldn"t control it, not now. He reached for her. To his surprise, she handed him a strip of the dried herring. He ate it, reached for her again, only to have her stick another strip into his mouth.
He said around the fish he was chewing, "I want to see you naked. I want your legs open wide. I want your hands on me, right now."
"You"re not afraid that the curse will smite you?"
The curse? What utter nonsense. "Come here, Merryn. Take off that gown and come here."
Slowly, she came up onto her knees, then stood, hands on hips, looking down at him. "No," she said. "Go away, Bishop. Don"t talk like this. I"ve never heard you talk like this. Your face is shadowed, but I can see that your eyes look strange. No, stay where you are. Go away!"
"I cannot do both." He saw her eyes nearly cross as he spoke those words, not bad words, with a bit of wit in them. He was the same, dammit. It was just the l.u.s.t for her that was driving him over the edge. He heard the quick hitch in her breath before she turned on her heel and ran out of the cave.
"Merryn! d.a.m.n you, woman, come back here. It"s dark, there are wild animals anda""
Of course she couldn"t hear him. What was wrong with him? He was harder than the wall of the cave he"d been leaning against. He was pounding with needa"no, he should be honest about it, he was drowning in his own l.u.s.t, and it was pushing him and he knew he had to have her, knew that soon she would be his wife and so it wouldn"t matter if he impregnated her. Wouldn"t matter, wouldn"ta"G.o.d would surely forgive him.
He yelled her name over and over as he chased after her. He saw her running toward Fearless, who was looking at her, shaking his great head. No, she wouldn"t steal his horse, would she?
He grabbed her leg just as she managed to swing up onto Fearless"s broad back.
He jerked her hard and she fell against him. He held her close. Oh, G.o.d, it wasn"t the first time he"d held her, felt her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against him, but now it was more. He wanted those b.r.e.a.s.t.s of hers naked, he wanted her flesh against his mouth. He wanted her long legs pressed against his, and he could feel every bit of her. He was breathing so hard he almost couldn"t speak.
She was. .h.i.tting him, his chest, his shoulders, and now she smacked her fist on his jaw. She didn"t have any leverage, so it didn"t hurt much. Not like those two slaps from the black hole. Actually, he didn"t notice. Just the feel of her, her breath coming in gasps, fanning his face, and it was simply too much.
He finally realized that she was afraid of him. He"d shocked her, frightened her with his talk. He had to do something, he couldn"t just throw her to the ground and take her. He grabbed her shoulders, shook her until her head fell back. He wanted to kiss that mouth of hers, but he yelled, "What is the matter with you? You will be my wife. There is nothing wrong with lying with me. It matters not that a priest hasn"t yet blessed us. It will happen, Merryn. Stop fighting me. Don"t be afraid. You"re a strong girl, you shouldn"t be afraid of anything. I just want to take you, surely you want that too, don"t you? Can"t you see how bad it is?"
"How bad what is?" she shouted in his face and slammed her fists against his chest.
Her words made no sense at all. He"d said his piece, and now it was time for him to take her. "Tell me you"re not afraid anymore. Tell me you want me."
He was hard against her belly. He knew she could feel him clearly, the shape of him, the size of him, and he knew it scared her. It didn"t matter, nothing mattered except getting between her legs. Now.
"Tell me."
She pressed her palms against the sides of his head, harder, until she got his attention, at least a bit of his attention. "Listen to me. You will be my husband for as long as I live, if the curse doesn"t strike you down. Ah, that stupid, evil curse."
He kissed her. Merryn felt something really quite nice settling low in her belly. She cradled his face between her hands and kissed him back. The feelings were bolting through her belly again, spreading through her insides up into her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and surely that was strange. And now she was having trouble breathing. Just because she felt his s.e.x against her, shoving against her? Now his hands were on her hips and he was cupping her, raising her and pushing himself against her, and he didn"t stop. And his kisses, she never wanted him to stop kissing her. His tongue pressed against her lips and she parted them. Her brain nearly stopped when his tongue touched hers.
She yelled, then slammed her mouth back against his for more. By all of Saint Jude"s finger bones, it was too much, and yet not enough, not nearly enough. She didn"t know what was happening, but she didn"t want it to stop. In the small part of her brain that was still thinking, she realized she knew what men and women did to each other, and she"d always thought it was ridiculous, horribly embarra.s.sing, surely an abomination to the woman. That part of him was harder than it had been just the moment before, and it was pushing against her, and she felt his length. He closed his arms around her and pulled her close, pressed her so tightly against him she was almost part of him. She wanted to get closer. It was overwhelming, this need to push and shove herself against him. And touch him. She wanted to touch him, even that part of him that was molding against her. She felt the pounding of his heart and it seemed to connect to her own heart and now she was panting and breathing hard, wanting, wanting.
"This is a wonderful thing," she said just before his mouth closed over hers again and he not only swallowed her words but took what they were deep inside him. She came up onto her toes, trying to get closer to him, yanking at his hair to bring his mouth down.
"Forget the curse," she said, and yelled again.
Bishop was pounding with l.u.s.t. Dear G.o.d, her mouth, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, all of her. It was too late. Nothing else mattered. He would have her, right now. He jerked her feet off the ground and carried her back into the cave, her arms around his neck, his mouth on hers. He stumbled over a rock and nearly went down. Since he was swimming in l.u.s.t, it wouldn"t have mattered. She was squirming against him. He couldn"t stop kissing her, nor, it seemed, could she stop kissing him. She was his and now he would have her. She would be his wife.
He realized just before he came down over her, in some sane corner of his brain, that despite four husbands, she was innocent, she was a virgin, but even though he knew it, recognized what that meant, it simply made no difference. He had to have her, right now, not an instant from now. She didn"t yella"this time she moaned.
He pressed her down upon her back and jerked her gown up. He saw a stretch of white legs, shoved her shift out of the way and saw the red curls that covered her woman"s mound. Oh, G.o.d. He nearly swallowed his tongue.
"You"re mine," he said, freed himself of his trousers and came over her.
"Bishop?"
Her voice was a thread of a sound. He heard uncertainty in her voice. He forced his eyes away from her belly and looked into her eyes. "I don"t want you to be afraid. I"ll try to slow down, but I think it"s too late, Merryn. I"m sorry." He bent her legs, spread them wide. He was hard and ready and he wanted his s.e.x shoving inside her.
He sucked in his breath when suddenly she hit his elbows with the sides of her hands and he collapsed on top of her. He was too stunned to move. Then she grabbed his head, fisting her hands in his hair, and brought him down to her. She kissed any part of him she could reacha"his ear, his jaw, the tip of his nose, his chin. "I"m not afraid now. Do you hear me?" He felt her naked against him, felt her heat or maybe it was his or both of theirs, and he wanted to explode, it was that close. No, he had to get inside of her first, then he could die. He had toa"
"You"re not afraid?"
"No," she whispered in his ear.
"Naked," he said into her mouth. "You"re naked and I want to come inside you, Merryn. Now. I must."
He tried to rear up again between her legs so he could come into her, but she came up with him, her arms wound around his neck, holding as tightly as she could. He couldn"t free himself. She was kissing him again, all over his face.
When his tongue was in her mouth, he was saying, "Your hair is as red as the hair on your head. I can feel you against me, and it"s making mea"I"ve got to touch you, taste youa""
She was whimpering, not understanding, but she knew what she wanteda"his tongue in her mouth, his warm breath fanning her hot flesh. And his heata"she wanted all that wondrous heat on her, covering her, inside her. His hands, they seemed to be everywhere and what parts of her they touched made her frantic. She wasn"t about to let him go. She couldn"t get enough of his mouth, of his breath warming her to the soles of her leather slippers, one falling off her foot.
He was panting into her mouth. "I"ve got to come inside you now, I"ve got to. Don"t you understand, Merryn? Now. I"ve got to or I"ll spill my seed."
She felt him shoving frantically against her, but he couldn"t come inside her unless she let him go. She wasn"t about to do that, there was too much pleasure having him just where he was. His tongue, by all the G.o.ds" astounding miracles, his tongue, wet, probing, was the biggest miracle of all, and she didn"t want it to stop.
"Kiss me, Bishop. Don"t stop kissing me. That"s what I want. Don"t stop."
"I want to kiss your d.a.m.ned belly." He was shuddering, nipping at her bottom lip. "I want your b.r.e.a.s.t.s, I wanta""
"All right, but if I don"t like it will you kiss my mouth again?"
"You will like it, I swear." She let him go. He came up on his hands and knees over her, panting, looking down at her face, seeing how wild she was feeling, knowing she wanted him, buta"
His hands pulled her thighs apart, and he was staring at her, and he couldn"t help himself, it was just too late. He couldn"t take the time to kiss her belly, to rub his cheek against her red hair. "Merryn," he said, "try to like this, all right?"
He clutched her legs, pulling her up, and yelled as he went into her, hard and fast. He heard her scream, felt her fists. .h.i.tting his chest, his shoulders, but nothing mattered. He tore through her maidenhead, felt the wonder of it even as he pressed against her womb. Oh, G.o.d, her womb. He drew back, went into her again and again. He heard her shouting his name, trying to shove at him, but he didn"t care. He felt himself explode, fly apart, felt himself scattered and free, and he was held there in her, part of her, as he found his release. He would have accepted death in that moment, because that was what it felt like. He"d been freed, released, and now he was floating, and he couldn"t breathe because his heart was pounding out of his chest. His strength was gone. He fell on top of her, his head beside hers. And he felt a wonderful peace come over him. He felt immensely tired.
He didn"t think she"d liked it. d.a.m.n.
Next timea"next time he would make sure she yelled until she was hoa.r.s.e.
In the next moment he was asleep.
25.
Sometime Else.
HIS BRAIN BEGAN TO CLEAR. The pain was nothing now, just a heaviness in his chest, as if someone had punched him there with his fist, but Breciaa"she was sprawled on top of him, not moving.
He felt a shock of fear so great he nearly yelled. No, she had to be all right. The fear scored his gut, his heart began to pound. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around her, squeezed her. She didn"t move.
"Brecia."
He began stroking her back, up and down, and he wondered how she"d managed to save him. It had been a mortal wound, delivered by a mortal into the chest of a wizard who had foolishly made himself mortal, and it had nearly killed him. Because he"d been arrogant, because he"d wanted to show Brecia how strong he was, how powerful, how the number of his enemies wouldn"t matter. Mortal or wizard, it wouldn"t matter. But it had. By all the powers that watched over stupid wizards, he should be dead, but he wasn"t, and all because of a witch.
Brecia had saved him.
She didn"t move. No, she couldn"t have given her life for his. He wouldn"t accept it. He held her tight against him and slowly turned until they were on their sides, their faces close. He eased his hand between them and pressed it against her breast. "d.a.m.n you, you brave witch, let your heart beat. Do you hear me, Brecia? I am tired of this. Let your heart beat!" He began pressing the heel of his palm against her heart, rhythmically, then stroking her and kissing her still mouth. "Open your eyes. You"re supposed to want to survive, to fight to survive, you know that? To do something so stupid, it beleaguers a wizard"s brain. Brecia, open your witch"s eyes or I"ll thrash you."
He felt her heart pound against his hand, and smiled. "All I had to do was threaten you and you obeyed me."
Her eyes opened. She was nearly cross-eyed, she was lying so close to him. "Get your hand off my breast, you dim-witted wizard."
"Why? Dim-witted, am I? Well, you have a point there. No, my hand stays here. You feel very good to me. Just a moment." He eased his hand inside her gown. His fingers touched her breast.
They also touched wetness.
He frowned, then shoved her onto her back and came over her. "What is wrong here? Why are you wet?" He jerked open the wool gown and saw that there was blood streaking over her white b.r.e.a.s.t.s, over her heart. Oh, G.o.d, she"d taken his wound into her. He"d known that, but seeing the blood, his blood and hers, mixed together on her white flesh, knowing the pain she must have endured, knowing she could have died and had been willing to, to save him, he couldn"t bear it.
"You healed me." He pressed his palm against her breast. Her blood was drying even as his fingers pressed down hard. "Is there pain, Brecia?"
"Not so much now. Just a slight ache."
He pulled away from her and sat up. The blood had dried on her chest. As he looked at her, the blood began to fade, then it was gone and her flesh was white and pure again.
He said, "I"m alive. My blood is pulsing through me. I"m strong again, invulnerable. Never will I make myself mortal again."
"That was a smart thing you just said, prince."