While Maximilian”s mind and heart were in turmoil, his calm exterior returned virtually
instantaneously.
“I seem to have arrived most unexpectedly,” he said, “and do not have a place for the
night. May I sleep in your bed, my Lady Ishbel Brunelle?”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Pelemere, Central Kingdoms
Ishbel allowed him to do what he wanted, for two reasons. First, the Great Serpent had
told her to allow nothing to stand in the way of this marriage, and Ishbel supposed that refusing
Maximilian here might anger him enough to withdraw his offer. But the principal reason Ishbel
allowed Maximilian to lead her slowly, gently, toward the bed was that he overwhelmed her
utterly. She had expected to find a man who was…tedious. Someone she might regard with
contempt. Nothing she”d heard had prepared her for the sheer presence and, she had to admit it,
charm, of the man. She was tired and emotionally overwrought, but she could use neither of
these states as an excuse.
Ishbel was simply incapable of refusing him.
Besides, when he”d touched her, something had happened. He had been shocked for a
moment, and she…well, there had been something…enough, when combined with everything
else, to strip Ishbel of all resistance.
He led her to the bed, took her face in gentle hands, and kissed her.
Ishbel struggled momentarily, then relaxed, again succumbing to whatever presence it
was that Maximilian commanded. She allowed him to unclothe her (he had already witnessed her
naked, what did it matter now?), and to run his hands and mouth over her body, and to bear her
down to the bed and then, eventually, to mount and enter her.
It was not as abhorrent as she had expected. It was easier to relax and to allow his warmth
and care to comfort her than it was to resist, or fear.
He was, she supposed, a good lover. She understood that he took great care with her, was
infinitely gentle, and suffused their bedding with a self-deprecating humor that had her,
unbelievably, smiling with genuine humor on one or two occasions.
There was some pain, a little discomfort, but mostly…an extraordinary sense of sinking
into someone else”s care. Ishbel had expected to feel used or violated, but Maximilian made her
feel none of these things.
Everything about him was not what she had expected.
They lay in the dim light in silence for some time, then Maximilian propped himself on
an elbow.
“You are such a mystery,” he said. “Not what I expected.”
“Neither are you what I expected,” she said, a hint of dryness in her voice.
“Tell me about where you come from. Tell me about the Coil.”
She tensed. “They took me in and cared for me when no one else would. I owe them
everything.”
“Save your loyalty, for that you shall shortly owe me.”
She turned her head and looked at him. “Of course.”
“Of course,” he echoed. “Ishbel, I need to know that when you become my wife, then
your loyalty will be mine, not left lingering with a…a…”
“With what? A bunch of murderous soothsayers?”
“They do not provide the best family for any bride, Ishbel. Why did they send you to
me?”
“I don”t know.”
Maximilian wondered if she was lying. He didn”t know her well enough to tell. Did she
understand the ancient mysteries, or had she no knowledge at all? She sounded genuine, but…
“All your estates and inheritances,” he said, “to be given to me, along with yourself.
Why? Surely there were greater and better alliances the Coil—”
“All I know is that Aziel, the archpriest, told me that the Great Serpent instructed him
that we would make a good marriage, and that it would be good for the land.”
“Ah…” For a moment Maximilian tried to believe that the only reason Light had sent
Ishbel to him was to strengthen the Persimius line. It was a seductive and reassuring idea—that
was the only reason Ishbel had come to him—but Maximilian knew he could not ignore the
vision he”d had on the way to Pelemere. “What about your family, Ishbel? The Brunelle family.
Is Brunelle an Outlander name? Or an émigré from…somewhere else?”
“Outlander.” Her voice and body were more relaxed now. “We have always been
Outlanders.”
“Hmmm. The family had no contact with Escator?”
“I was eight when I lost my family, Maximilian. I have no idea who my father
corresponded with.”
“I”m sorry. I am asking too many questions, but I want to understand you so much.” He
paused, one hand gently stroking her shoulder and upper arm. “Tell me about when you lost your
family. When the plague struck and—”
“I”d rather not.” Ishbel paused. “Not now. Sometime else, perhaps.”
“Of course. We have, after all, a lifetime.”
“And will you tell me about your time in the Veins, if I ask?”
“Yes, I will do that.” Ishbel was very touchy, which Maximilian could understand given
the circumstances of the night, and he also understood that further questions likely would not be
a good idea, but he wanted desperately to know how much she understood about her bloodlines.
Thus far she”d given no indication she understood anything, either about her Persimius heritage
or about Elcho Falling.
“When I first received the offer of your hand from the Coil,” Maximilian said, “I looked
at a map of the Outlands to see where Serpent”s Nest was. A mountain home, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Right on the edge of the world,” Maximilian said softly, watching Ishbel carefully.
“Serpent”s Nest is on the east coastline of the Outlands,” she said. “It is…”
“Yes?”
She shrugged. “I was going to say that it is my home.”
“Was.”
She did not reply.
“A mountain is a strange place for a home.”
She sighed. “Maximilian…”
“I know, I”m sorry.” He leaned over and kissed her softly. She did not return it, and he
knew he had stayed long enough. Besides, it would be dawn soon, and he had a long ride ahead
of him to rejoin Egalion and Garth and the Emerald Guard—all of whom were no doubt fretting
about his continued absence.
“I have to go,” he said. “I should be out of the house by dawn.”
“You need to leave while the darkness still affords you cover,” Ishbel said.
He hesitated a little before replying. “Yes. I shall tell you about that one day, if you
want.”
She nodded, not really knowing what to say, only wishing that having said he would go,
he actually would. The thought of solitude brought her a rush of relief. Perhaps, then, she could
finally relax and snatch a few brief hours of sleep.
As if in answer to her prayers Maximilian rolled away from her and rose from the bed.
He hunted about in the dark for his clothes, dressed, then sat down on her side of the bed as he
pulled on his boots.
Having buckled both boots, he sat still, looking at her. “I had no idea I would want you so
much,” he said. “I distrusted you and—”
“Still do,” Ishbel said.
“Aye, yes, still do, although I distrust the motives of the Coil more. I shall be a watchful
husband, Ishbel.”
“We have not yet agreed on marriage, Maximilian.”
He laughed, then leaned down and kissed her. “You must marry me, Ishbel. You have
completely ruined my reputation with your seductions, and only marriage will save my name.”
She smiled reluctantly, but with genuine humor.
Maximilian rose. “The King of Escator shall arrive with his full retinue in three days,
Ishbel. He shall be gladder to see you than he had expected.”
He took several steps to the door, hesitated, then strode back to the bed and kissed Ishbel
one more time, hard. “Three days, Ishbel,” he whispered, then left her.
Maximilian cloaked himself once more in the darkness, walking through the house
undiscovered. Once in the stable, he located his horse”s stall, then stood for a long moment, his
forehead resting gently against the horse”s neck, thinking.
Elcho Falling was more likely than not about to stir, and Maximilian needed to marry this
woman and return to Escator. There to…well, there to see what happened next. If Elcho Falling
was about to stir, then Maximilian would need to be home in Escator.
Ishbel. Gods knows how they were blood-connected, or how many generations ago the
Persimius family had splintered, but connected they most certainly were. Maximilian had not
planned to seduce her. But having once taken her hand, he was unable to resist her. Partly this
was their shared Persimius blood, but mostly it was the woman herself.
She was astounding. Maximilian replayed every moment of their lovemaking in his mind,
remembering how she had felt beneath his hands and body, her scent and her taste. If, one day,
she might respond to him with genuine passion…oh gods…what a day that would be.
His ring chattered softly, asking if they were leaving soon. It had been quiet all night, as