And he had made her promise to tell no one of her skills. Not even Druss. Rowena regretted that promise as she gazed with the eyes of Spirit upon her husband. She could see no harshness in his blunt, flat features, no swirling storm-clouds in those grey-blue eyes, no hint of sullenness in the flat lines of his mouth. He was Druss- and she loved him. With a certainty born of her Talent she knew she would love no other man as she loved Druss. And she knew why . . . he needed her. She had gazed through the window of his soul and had found there a warmth and a purity, an island of tranquillity set in a sea of roaring violent emotions. While she was with him Druss was tender, his turbulent spirit at peace. In her company he smiled. Perhaps, she thought, with my help I can keep him at peace. Perhaps the grim killer will never know life.
‘Dreaming again, Ro,’ said Mari, moving to sit alongside Rowena. The young woman opened her eyes and smiled at her friend. Mari was short and plump, with honey-coloured hair and a bright, open smile.
‘I was thinking of Druss,’ said Rowena.
Mari nodded and looked away and Rowena could feel her concern. For weeks her friend had tried to dissuade her from marrying Druss, adding her arguments to those of Voren and others.
‘Will Pilan be your partner at the Solstice Dance?’ asked Rowena, changing the subject.
Mari’s mood changed abruptly, and she giggled. ‘Yes. But he doesn’t know yet.’
‘When will he find out?’
‘Tonight.’ Mari lowered her voice, though there was no one else within earshot. ‘We’re meeting in the lower meadow.’
‘Be careful,’ warned Rowena.
‘Is that the advice of the old married woman? Didn’t you and Druss make love before you were wed?’
‘Yes, we did,’ Rowena admitted, ‘but Druss had already made his pledge before the Oak. Pilan hasn’t.’
‘Just words, Ro. I don’t need them. Oh, I know Pilan’s been flirting with Tailia, but she’s not for him. No passion, you see. All she thinks about is wealth. She doesn’t want to stay in the wilderness, she yearns for Drenan. She’ll not want to keep a mountain man warm at night, nor make the beast with two backs in a wet meadow, with the grass tickling her . . .’
‘Mari! You really are too frank,’ admonished Rowena.
Mari giggled and leaned in close. ‘Is Druss a good lover?’
Rowena sighed, all tension and sadness disappearing. ‘Oh, Mari! Why is it that you can talk about forbidden subjects and make them seem so. . .so wonderfully ordinary? You are like the sunshine that follows rain.’
‘They’re not forbidden here, Ro. That’s the trouble with girls born in cities and surrounded by stone walls and marble, and granite. You don’t feel the earth any more. Why did you come here?’
‘You know why,’ said Rowena uneasily. ‘Father wanted a life in the mountains.’
‘I know that’s what you’ve always said – but I never believed it. You’re a terrible liar – your face goes red and you always look away!’
‘I . . . can’t tell you. I made a promise.’
‘Wonderful!’ exclaimed Mari. ‘I love mysteries. Is he a criminal? He was a book-keeper, wasn’t he? Did he steal some rich man’s money?’
‘No! It was nothing to do with him. It was me! Don’t ask me any more. Please?’
‘I thought we were friends,’ said Mari. ‘I thought we could trust one another.’
‘We can. Honestly!’
‘I wouldn’t tell anyone.’
‘I know,’ said Rowena sadly. ‘But it would spoil our friendship.’
‘Nothing could do that. How long have you been here – two seasons? Have we ever fought? Oh, come on, Ro. Where’s the harm? You tell me your secret and I’ll tell you mine.’
‘I know yours already,’ whispered Rowena. ‘You gave yourself to the Drenai captain when he and his men passed through here on patrol in the summer. You took him to the low meadow.’
‘How did you find out?’
‘I didn’t. It was in your mind when you told me you would share a secret with me.’