“There has not been a true calling among us for centuries,” Hawthorne said.
“How can you doubt,” Adair said, and he had removed his helmet, so I could see him smiling. He looked so sure of it all. “She is our ameraudur.”
Doyle started to lie down on top of me, but I kept my hand in the way. I had more questions before we continued with our little experiment. The moment my hand touched his bare chest, the pain was sharp and immediate. But it wasn’t my hand that hurt, it was my chest, exactly where I touched Doyle. Blood trickled down his chest, just below the silver nipple ring. Other than a tightness around his eyes, he didn’t react to the pain at all.
“That answers one question.” Nicca moved to the far side of the bed, lounging and seemingly perfectly at ease. “It isn’t just the mark not wanting to be touched.”
Doyle bent down to give me a quick kiss. Nothing hurt, and a tightness in my shoulders eased that I hadn’t even realized was there.
He smiled down at me, a quick flash in his dark face. “You did say you wanted a kiss.”
“Why does this please you so much? It bloody hurts.”
The smile faded. “I am never happy to cause you pain, Meredith, but that you are marking us, that is a great thing.”
“Why?” I asked.
“It means you are a power.” Rhys did not look pleased. “Once I marked others, but when I joined the queen’s service, she marked me. Then even that faded, and there were no more marks, not like this.” He ran his fingers lightly over the raised and reddened skin.
Hafwyn spoke in a low voice. “Do you want me to bandage them?”
“Until they heal, yes,” Doyle said, and slid off the bed.
“The queen will be pleased, but others will not be,” Hawthorne said. “There are those who always believed the marks were a sign of servitude to one greater than themselves. A mark that said plainly, this person is my master.”
I looked at him still covered in armor, helmet in place. “Is that how you feel about it?”
“I did once,” he said.
Frost pushed up his jacket sleeve to bare his lower arm. “If the marks work as they should, it will be important to be able to see them. They will carry messages between us, warnings. As much as I would love to press my body against yours, I would rather the sign be on my arm where it is easily seen.”
Doyle sighed. “Better strategy than the chest. I did not think.”
“You were befuddled with her beauty and the promise of power.”
Doyle sighed again. “Yes.”
Frost held his arm out toward me. I sat up carefully, still not wanting the moth to struggle. “Why does it hurt me every time? There are no marks on my skin.”
“You already bear the mark,” Frost said. “As for the pain . . .” He smiled at me gently, his eyes full of some knowledge that I did not have. “Merry, you should know by now that no power comes without a price.”
I would have liked to argue, but I couldn’t. He was right. I stared at his pale, muscular arm, waiting. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I laid my hand on him. His breath hissed out between his teeth.
I made no sound for a moment, then my breath came back in a gasp. I looked at Galen and Nicca still on the bed. “If we all three have marks, then what happens if we touch each other?”
“Let us not find out, not tonight,” Doyle said. “I do not know if it would work as it should between the three of you, not with all of you so . . . fresh.”
Kitto came to stand beside Frost. “I would gladly carry your symbol, Merry.”
I had to smile at him. If the marks really could help us keep track of one another, I didn’t want to leave Kitto out. “Your arm, then.”
He held his arm out, so trusting. I braced for it, and laid my hand on his arm. He hissed, like an angry cat, but did not pull away. When I drew back the moth was bloody on his skin.
I touched my own arm where it hurt. “Let’s change arms for the next one, okay?”
“And who will be next?” Ivi said. “Nothing personal, Princess, but I bargained for sex, not slavery.”
I frowned at him. “What do you mean by ‘slavery’?”
“The marks mean we are your men,” Doyle said. “They are proof that the Goddess has chosen us for you.”
“So this won’t work with just anyone?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Only with those who are truly meant to be yours.”
“Define ‘mine’?” I asked.
Doyle frowned. “I am not sure how to define it, in truth. Sometimes a fighter would come just when you needed him, and he would take oath. Sometimes it was a seeress, but they would be exactly who and what you needed to succeed at whatever quest had begun.”
“The marks only start collecting people when there’s great need,” Rhys said.
“But once marked, it cannot be undone,” Hawthorne said.
“The queen’s marks faded,” I said.
“Best not say we told you that,” Rhys said. “Not outside this room.”
“I will gladly take oath to the princess,” Adair said. He laid his helmet on the bedside table and began unfastening the armor at his hands and arms. Frost moved to help him. It was easier to get in and out of plate armor with help.
I pressed my hand to Adair’s bare forearm, but nothing happened.
“Shit,” Rhys said.
Doyle nodded. “To join Andais and prove worthy of her mark, we had to fight.”
“I do not think fighting will win them Merry’s mark,” Frost said.
“How important is it to mark them tonight?” Galen asked.
“The queen will be coming to fetch her for the call,” Frost said.
“I would feel better if we did at least one. If she lies with Adair and still his skin does not take the mark, then perhaps she has called all she needs to win.” Doyle moved to Adair’s other side to help hurry him out of his armor. Frost, after a moment, went back to working on the other side. They began dismantling Adair’s armor, exposing bits of skin and the undergarments that kept the metal from rubbing.
He looked from one to the other of them, and said, “You are jesting with me?”
“We do not jest,” Doyle said, as he and Frost undid the straps that held the cuirass. They lifted together and peeled him out of most of the ornate armor. There was still a bandage on his side where Hafwyn had conserved her magic and not healed him completely.“I do not share Meredith lightly,” Frost said. He got the last of the armor off the other man. He began to help strip away the cut and bloodstained padding. “But what if we lose our battle because we lack one strong warrior more?” He shook his head hard enough to make his silver hair sparkle in the dim light. “I will not have my jealousy risk her safety, or the safety of my brother guards.” He gazed down at the still bloody wound on his arm. “Meredith is a fertility goddess, among other things, but primarily that is where her power lies. Fighting will not win you her mark.”
He and Doyle both stepped back, leaving Adair to finish the last of the undergarments himself.
“If you can win the lady’s favor, then do it,” Frost said, and his voice was almost empty of resentment. He was truly trying.
Adair looked to Doyle one last time. “And if the mark still does not touch me?”
“Then you will have ended your long fast, and drunk deep of our lady. For she is our lady. Whether she is yours as well remains to be seen.” Then he stepped away, as had Frost on the other side. Galen and Nicca slid off the bed. Nicca said, “It’s a big bed, but the first time should either be with someone who’s sharing with you, or just you and the lady.”
I realized then that Biddy was not in the room. I started to ask where she was, then Adair was beside the bed. He was nude. He must have stripped while I was looking across the bed at Nicca.
I had seen him nude before, and recently. The queen had made certain he met me at the court naked except for his weapons. Andais was never subtle, and she had been determined that I make love with as many of the vegetative gods as possible. I don’t know if she’d thought their being nude would make us quicker, or if she had believed the sight of them nude would inspire lust in me. He was as beautiful now as he had been then. I expected to see lust, or at least eagerness on his face, but his eyes were downcast, and if anything he seemed reluctant.
I reached out, and took his hand. He did not respond, neither closing his hand around mine nor pulling away. “Adair,” I said, “what is wrong?”
“It has been a very long time since I was with a woman.” He dropped his gaze again.
“She will be gentle if you need it,” Nicca said, from the foot of the bed now.
“Or not gentle,” Doyle said.
“She will be what you need,” Frost said. “It is her magic.”
“It is, in part, what she is,” Doyle said.
Adair looked at the men. “What is she?”
“She is the fertility of the land,” Doyle said.
“She carried the hand of blood and flesh,” Hawthorne said. “Those are dark powers.”
“Oh, come on, Whitethorne,” Rhys said, “blood and flesh have been making the crops grow as long or longer than sex.”
“Do not call me that,” Hawthorne said.
Rhys shrugged. “Fine, but she combines the fertility of both courts.”