She Who Has No Name (The Legacy Trilogy) (66 page)

‘It just seems a little strange to me.’

‘I thought magicians embraced the strange?  Is that not what you do?’

‘Not like this.’  He ran a finger down her smooth back and she wiggled in his arms.

‘They, too, find you interesting, Samuel.  I hear my servants giggle and talk about you, but I don’t mind.  I like to hear what they say.’

‘What do they say?’ he asked, alarmed by the prospect.

‘They talk about your skin, mostly.  None of the Paatin are as pale as you.  They find it amusing.’

‘What about you?  You are very light in comparison to most Paatin.’

‘My parents were of mixed blood, Samuel.  I was born in the lands you called the Eastern Reaches, long ago when the world was quite different.  It makes an attractive blend, don’t you think?’  He had to admit she was right, and smiled in agreement.  ‘Normally the Paatin despise those who result from mixed parentage, but they do not consider me
in that light
.  I am their queen, worshipped as a god, and nothing else matters, except that I care for them.’

‘I’ve never seen people so dedicated to what they believe.  Before this, I thought the Turians were
obsessive
, but
,
as stubborn as they are, few Turians would have sacrificed themselves
needlessly
for the Emperor.’

‘It is one of the necessities of their harsh life, Samuel.  They are accustomed to doing everything in extremes.’

Another bout of giggling sounded from outside before the serving girls hushed themselves up.

‘What are they talking about now?’

‘They are wondering why I have invited you into my chamber so many times.  I rarely welcome any man into my bed more than once.  They are making suggestions about your abilities.’  Samuel went red.  ‘Oh, I’m sorry.  Does that embarrass you?  I can have them executed if you like.’

‘No!’ Samuel said with a start.

‘Did you think I would do it?  How terrible of you.  I was only playing.  My servants have the sense to know when to giggle and when to be silent.  They know me well
enough.’

‘Then tell me, why have you invited me here so many times?’

‘I want your child, Samuel,’ she told him and he immediately drew away from her.  ‘What’s wrong?’

‘That’s quite a surprise.  You haven’t mentioned that until now.’

Again, she looked as if he should know these things.  ‘Why else would we do this, Samuel?  Men and woman lie together for love, or pleasure, or to make children.  Did you think something else?’

He was not sure what to say.  ‘I am quite...surprised.’

‘You are not like other magicians, so I am curious to know if you can sire children or not.  Until now, I have not been able to find a man who can father my child.  I am hoping that you possess something that the others did not.’

‘I cannot father any children,’ Samuel told her.  ‘Magicians cannot.  Even if I am different in other ways, I am the same in that.  I had a lover for some time and we never had children.  I am sure it is not possible.’

‘What about that Koian woman?  Have you bedded her?’

‘Of course not!’ Samuel said, insulted by the mention.

Alahativa laughed.  ‘You sound so indignant.  Are you not attracted to her?’

‘No.  She is a childish and spoilt brat.  I have never seen anyone so intolerable and rude.’

‘She
has
obviously worked her way under your skin
.
H
ow intriguing.  It is strange that the woman seem
s
to have no name at all—don’t you think?  She claims to have many titles, as would a king or queen, yet she lacks all the civilities and mannerisms of a ruler.  And she is such a strange-looking thing—as is her kinsman—yet she is not unattractive in her own way.’

‘Must you continue to talk about her?’ Samuel said quite irritably.

‘There
,
there.  No need to get into a fluster,’ Alahativa responded.  She still smiled
,
as if Samuel’s every reaction was to her delight.  ‘We Paatin are much more open about these things than you
r people are
.  I have never understood why you of the
W
est are so guarded about such natural things.’

‘It is just our manner, I suppose.  It does not seem right to talk about such things.  Still, I am sure I am not capable of fathering young.’

‘Then you should have nothing to fear,’ she told him.

She could sense his reluctance, and she began to stroke his neck gently with her finger and returned to kissing his ear.  ‘Then one more time, Samuel.  Let me see if you can give me a gift worthy of a queen.’

She entwined herself with him and he quickly forgot whatever they had been discussing, seduced entirely by her embrace.  They kissed each other and Samuel was thankful for the large fans that moved back and forwards on the roof, manned day and night by Alahativa’s tireless manservants, moving cool air onto their hot skin.  She touched him in ways that had colours exploding in his mind and
,
each time she stopped, he begged her to continue.  She seemed to like that most and she teased him constantly, making him want her all the more.

‘Tell me what you want, Samuel?’ she whispered into his ear.

‘I want you,’ he replied.

‘Is that so?’ she said and he could feel that she was doing something behind his back. 

He could not see what she was doing, but when she brought her top arm before him, she was holding her magical ring between her fingers.  She placed it onto one of the pillows not far from him and then returned her arms around his neck.  ‘There.  The ring is yours if you want it.  It is within your reach, if you were just to release me and take it.  You can have it...or me.  The choice is yours to make, my darling.’

Samuel looked at the ring—a band of glinting silver on her pillow—but somehow it was hard to ignore what she was doing to him.  His body reacted so much to her touch it was difficult to keep his mind on anything else.  He closed his eyes as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed him but then opened them again as she paused and prised herself away so a tiny space appeared between them, letting cool air rush in and between their heated bodies.

‘What is your intent now, Magician?  Do you really want me?’

A tiny voice of reason called out to him that he should grab the ring and kill the Paatin Queen as quickly as he could, but it was a soft and feeble sound, so dim and far away that he could barely hear it.  All he had to do was listen to it and their mission would be accomplished. 

The warmth of her svelte body radiated upon him and she looked at him hungrily and with total confidence that she was irresistible.  And she was right.

‘Yes,’ he said.  He pulled her back against him and they locked tightly together.

The little voice damned him and he knew it was right, but it was quickly pushed aside and forgotten.  As they rolled about on her expanse of cushions and sheets, she smiled to herself knowingly, like the cat that
had won
the cream.

He awoke with bright sunlight streaming in, for the veils had been drawn aside and Alahativa was
being
wash
ed
in the great
,
steaming bath that was set into the floor of the room.  Her servants were washing her as she stood waist-deep in the soapy, petal-strewn water.

‘I have a gift for you, Samuel,’ she called to him, ‘to thank you for your efforts.’  Samuel sat up and looked out at the blazing
,
blue sky outside.  ‘I will send you to meet your Empress,’ she told him and he looked at her with interest.  ‘Go now.  I have business to attend to after my bath.  Utik’cah will arrange for everything.’

With that, Samuel clambered
down
from the bed and drew on the Paatin-style clothes that had been left for him.  Somehow, he did not notice or care that he was naked, as he dressed in front of a score or more of Alahativa’s servants.  Eager to be away, he rushed from her chambers, intent on telling the others.

The Well of Tears

The procession of laden camels wound out from the splendid city of Hol and passed across the fertile pasture lands.  They reached the edge of the desert, where the pale dunes had begun creeping in and smothering the crops, and they started up the sliding sands without a pause. 

Samuel was unhappy with being burdened by the Koian woman behind him, as she clung onto him with white knuckles
,
crushing him tighter with every loping step of the animal.  Utik’cah had refused to let her ride behind another Paatin and so Samuel had been left with no choice but to put up with her. 

She had seemed equally unhappy with the situation and complained long and loud before even the patien
ce of
Utik’cah began to wear thin and
he
started using terse language.  Her arms gripped around
Samuel’s
waist tightly, but he could feel the stiffness in her body as she fought to keep herself separated from him.  The arms of Alahativa had snaked around his torso with warm caresses, but the Koian woman’s embrace was clammy and stiff.  It was a mystery as to why Utik’cah had insisted that she come, yet the Emperor, who had been overjoyed at the news of his wife’s presence, had been forbidden.  Samuel had argued long and loud with Utik’cah about this, but the Desert Queen’s servant was adamant about what could and what could not be done. 

The Emperor, too, had hurled abuse at the apologetic Paatin, but it seemed pointless to argue.  Utik’cah was bound by his orders, and they could not risk alerting the man to the fact that the one they called Sir Ferse was, in fact, the Empress’ very husband.  Reluctantly, the Emperor had asked Samuel to pass his love and best wishes to his wife and child, and to give them the news that he was alive and nearby, waiting for them.

After half the day had passed, a tower became visible, rising from amidst the sands and
,
as they crested the final dune, they found a walled settlement built around a tiny sprig of green oasis.  White-stoned walls surrounded the tiny town and the dunes had blown up against them on one side, forming a ramp against the lip of the wall. 
Scores of d
ark-skinned workers were in the midst of clearing the sand away
with scoops.
  Laboriously, they filled the woven baskets that had been affixed to the sides of sitting camels; each waiting idly and chewing with their great
,
bucked teeth.  Inside the walls, small clusters of trees and neatly
pruned
shrubs struck out vibrantly from the bland surrounds.  Several domed towers overlooked the sands.  Most obvious of all, the place was saturated with the scent of Paatin magic. 

Paatin wizards, dressed in all the numerous ways of the desert people, sat about in the shade.  They sheltered from the heat of the day, fanning themselves as they watched the strangers shamble along the boiling street.  There were dozens of them sitting in clusters, smoking from chambered
,
multi-piped implements.  Some played or gambled with wooden pellets that they slapped down loudly upon their tables.  There must have been several hundred of them just sitting around, and who knows how many inside the buildings. 

Most surprising of all was the number of women.  They sat beside the menfolk, dressed modestly
,
quite unlike their promiscuous city
-
dwelling sisters.  Samuel was shocked, for they had the nerve to sit in full view, unashamed of the shimmering fields of magic that surrounded them. 
As
each one that gawked at him, he stared back in utter amazement.  If only the Lords of the Order could have seen—they would have had fits!