before placing a mouthwatering tray on the
table. The moment of peace seemed over. She felt like sighing but got to her
feet instead.
Once out of the tub, she briefly
dried off with a large cloth then donned the garment. The large shirt fell to
her thighs, clinging to her still damp skin. She raised her head just in time
to catch an odd look on the woman’s face. A look of hunger. What an incongruous
expression given the large amount of food on the table.
"Are you all right,
Kylor?"
"I'm fine."
Yet she didn't appear
fine as she clenched a knife in her right hand, the knuckles turning white.
"Sit down and eat
before it grows cold."
The woman's request
sounded almost like an order. She must be famished indeed! In spite of her
weird mood, Anya listened to her empty belly, settled down at the table and
sampled the fare. The food was delicious, a loaf of bread still warm from the
oven, the grilled meat buttery, and tasty.
She ate with delight,
undaunted by her companion's silence. When she felt sated, she pushed her plate
back, blew a satisfied breath, and watched Kylor finish her meal.
"Are you an
Amazon?"
She must have taken her
by surprise because the woman hurriedly swallowed her food, coughing in the
process.
"No, Anya."
"Why are you taking
me to Palance?"
"That's for the . .
. to tell you."
She went deaf again.
Kylor’s mouth moved, yet she missed a word in the middle of her sentence.
Careful not to show irritation at her own impairment, she leant across the
table, hands flat on the wooden surface.
"I can't hear you. Who
will speak to me?"
"I'm sorry, it was a
slip of the tongue."
Kylor stood up with
brusqueness, and started piling the tray with their dirty plates and glasses.
"Your hearing is
fine, Anya, don't worry about that. It's just that there are words you can't
hear. Secluded as you've been all your life, maybe you haven't noticed there
are also things you can't see."
"What do you mean?
What things?"
The woman stretched her
arms, opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again before walking to the
tub.
"It's late. Why
don’t you go to bed and take some rest? I might use that bath myself."
Although she wanted an
answer, she suddenly forgot all about it. Her eyes widened and she gasped when
the woman discarded her shirt.
Chapter
Three
"By the gods, Kylor,
you’re abnormal!"
"What?"
Her companion didn't look
as surprised as her. Gaze riveted to the bare chest, she pointed a finger.
"Your breasts are
flat!"
An expression of understanding
crossed Kylor's features. Blinking as if she'd heard something comical, she
guffawed.
"Not all people are
made the same way. I assure you I'm quite normal."
Yet, she gasped anew when
the woman removed the tight fabric around her waist and legs. Tall as she
stood, her body appeared extremely muscular, and hairy. Fair hair covered her
chest, stomach, thighs, and calves. Like an animal, she was furred all over.
What kind of woman was
she? Her solid neck supported far too broad shoulders. She displayed
nonexistent breasts and below, her belly looked as flat as a sheet of iron. In
spite of her shock, something else sparked her curiosity so she pointed yet
another finger.
"What's that flesh
dangling between your thighs?"
Kylor stepped over the
rim of the tub, her sudden grin failing to appease her growing amazement.
"It has many uses.
If you want me to, I'll show you."
A tingling ran from her
toes to her head on hearing 'I'll show you'. Why? She had heard these words
before, and on those occasions, no tingling had ever affected her. What was
happening to her?
Kylor sighed with
pleasure although the water must have been quite cold. Watching the hairy woman
bathe, her disbelief turned to interest. Were there other women like Kylor? If
so, where were they?
Probably living in
Palance or in other large settlements. But her mother used to live in the
famous city so how come she'd never told her about them? Why had she never seen
one? She'd only been traveling