A deep moan swelled up from the folk massed about, but Hari went on. “The Ehleen priests have taken to slaying children on their altars, draining them of blood, which is then mixed with wine and herbs and drunk by those swine.
“As for your dear wife, Ehrik, I think we can be more hopeful. I well know my wife’s unnatural traits . . . and her tastes. Shell not have done aught to mar her beauty, for such is as important to Hehrah as it would be to a man. With any luck, she should be back with you by this time tomorrow, dear friend.”
Mairee Goontehros lay sleepless near the edge of the broad bed, her azure eyes fixed upon the blue-white flicker of a winking star. She wished, prayed, that Wind might whisk her through the narrow window to that faraway star. To anywhere rather than here-naked in her shame, beside the gross , hulk of the Lady Hehrah, who having yet again sated her sickening depravity on Mairee’s passive flesh was once more snoring. But it was not the unlovely rasp of the fat woman’s snores which kept the slender girl wakeful; rather was it the pain and the self-loathing that she had so cravenly sacrificed her honor to gain surcease of pain … that and sorrow.
“Poor dear brave Ehrik.” The words were shaped soundlessly and she stifled her sobs, that she might not waken her bloated captor to wreak fresh horrors upon her, but the silent tears coursed from her eyes to trickle amongst the strands of her cornsilk hair.
That day, that cursed day that Captain Danos and his henchmen had come and demanded that she accompany them back to Horse Hall, she had been so very proud of her strong, black-bearded husband. His arguments and questions ignored by the arrogant guardsmen, he had still attempted to be reasonable-until the first Ehleen had grasped her arm to pull her out the door. Then he had exploded into furious action. Ehrik’s first mighty buffet had knocked him who held her sliding, rump foremost, into the cookfire, whence he quickly emerged to run howling from the house, his leathern breeches ablaze.
When the captain made a pass at him with a stabbing sword, Ehrik’s nimble sidestep sent the blade past him, while his big, hard fist actually dented the brass breastplate, driving the breath from the captain’s chest and setting him stumbling backward into the wall. Another guardsman had been lifted bodily and thrown headfirst into the next two to rush through the doorway. He had broken the arm of another swordsman; despite the stamping and shouting and Ehrik’s roaring, she had distinctively heard the bones snap.
But of course it could not last; one lone man, no mattef what his strength or his rage, is just no match for a score of bravos. A knot of them forced in and bore him down amid the smashed furniture and two of them held her tightly while, with fists, feet, swordhilts and whipbutts, a dozen of their fellows bludgeoned the life from her husband. And when they at last stepped back from their inert victim, Mairee could not recognize even one feature of the bloody deathmask which was all that remained of Ehrik’s smiling face.
They had borne her into the square, screaming and vainly clawing at her captors. After roughly binding her hands and feet, they tossed her across the withers of the guardsman’s horse. Since hard hands explored and fondled her body all the way to the hall, she expected to be raped by them all, to be their plaything . . . until she could gain access to a knife and send herself to Wind.
Once more, the pale lips moved. “Better their rapes … an of them, one after the other. Far better than this . . . this abomination! It is natural that men should lust after a woman, but that a woman should . . .”
A strong shudder of horrified loathing coursed the length of her, then she lay trembling, for a long moment, praying that the movement had not wakened Lady Hehrah.
But at the hall, Mairee had found herself delivered up to the lady’s women. Numbly, she had allowed herself to be led to a bathing chamber and stripped of her torn and dusty garments. While the deep basin was being filled with warm and sweet-scented water, the laughing but hard-eyed women had turned her round and round, squeezing her firm young breasts, running their hands over the slender hips and small buttocks and flat belly, conversing in whispers she could not hear, then sharing gales of raucous laughter. When she had been laved from foot to crown and her fine hair had been dried and arranged, they clad her in a single short garment made of stuff so sheer as to be almost transparent, then conducted her to the suite of the lady.