He saw her smile beneath him, and with the tiniest contraction of her vulva she brought him to the point of no return. There was a flash of brightness in his head, which momentarily washed everything out. She came back out of the fog to meet him with her eyes half-closed, her pupils so full beneath them that they seemed to edge out the whites. Then her lids fluttered closed completely and he started to spurt into her. He could not have stopped crying out if his life had depended on it. No; it did. And still he let out a sob of relief —
There was a shout. The Duke was issuing an order. It made no sense to Todd, but he looked up anyway, as his body continued its spastic motion, emptying itself into her. The man who’d dismounted was now striding towards them, unleashing his sword.
The Duke spoke again:
“Cine sunt acesti oameni?”
He obviously wanted to know who the hell these people were, because by way of reply there were shrugs from the other men. The last spasm passed through Todd’s body, and with it went the idiot sense of his own inviolability. The bliss was gone. He was empty, and mortal again.
The man with the sword put his boot into Todd’s side. It was a hard kick, and threw him off Katya. He rolled over in the dirt, which got a laugh from the youngest of the men, seeing the lovers wetly parted thus.
The Duke was issuing further orders, and in response another of the riders dismounted, his sword drawn. Todd spat out a mouthful of earth, and made an attempt to push his rapidly wilting erection back into his pants before it became a target. Katya was still lying on the ground (though she too had managed to cover her nakedness); the first of the men who’d dismounted was standing over her, his sword dropped so that its point hung no more than two or three inches above her pale, slender neck
The first word out of Todd’s mouth was: “Please … ”
The nobleman was looking at him with a strange expression on his face: part amusement, part suspicion.
“I don’t know if you can understand me,” Todd said to him. “But we meant no harm.”
He glanced down at Katya, who was staring up at the blade.
“He doesn’t know what you’re saying,” she said. “Let me try.” She spoke now in the language of the lord. “Doamne, eu si prietenul meu suntem vizitatori prin locurile astea. N-am sttut ca este proprietatea domniei tale.”
Todd looked and listened, wondering what the hell she was saying. But her explanation, whatever it was, didn’t seem to be making any great change in their circumstances. The sword was still at her throat, while the second horseman was now within two or three yards of Todd, waving his own blade around in a highly menacing fashion.
Todd glanced up at the Duke again. The trace of amusement Todd had thought he’d seen there had gone. There was only suspicion now. It crossed Todd’s mind that perhaps it had been an error for Katya to speak in the man’s tongue; that perhaps she’d only deepened his belief that these lovers were more than over-heated trespassers.
He felt a prick in the middle of his chest. The cold point of the sword was pressed into his skin. A small pool of blood was already coming from the spot, spreading through the weave of his shirt.
Katya had stopped talking for a moment — Todd thought perhaps she realized she was doing more harm than good — but now she began again, making whatever pleas she could.
The man on the braided horse raised his hand.
“Liniste,” he said.
He’d obviously told her to shut the hell up, because that was exactly what she did.
There was a sound on the wind; and it instantly had all of the nobleman’s attention. Somewhere not so far away a baby was crying: a mournful wail of a sound, that — though it was surely human — reminded Todd of the noise the coyotes would make some nights in the Canyon.