where my father, Brenn, waited along with apprentice blacksmiths and several men to handle the sails, and where Maerlin had set up a private shelter for us to call the storm. Or, more accurately, to increase the storm. Weâd waited for the signs of approaching bad weather, knowing that it would be far easier to whip the winds of an existing storm up to the power of a hurricane than to start from nothing on a calm day. And right now, a brisk breeze was setting the tree branches swaying, and dark, swiftly moving clouds spoke of our approaching weather.
âYou think Maerlin cold-hearted, so why wouldnât it make sense to you that he approaches sex the same way?â I asked.
âHeâs male. When he thinks of having you naked under him, neither heart nor head has anything to do with how heâs making his choices. And he knows Arthur cares for you. How could he do this to his own brother?â
âHeâs doing this for his brother,â I said.
âDonât you hear how crazy that sounds? I almost think youâre doing this because youâd secretly rather be with Maerlin than Arthur.â
â Now who sounds crazy?â
âMaybe you donât want either of them.â
âYou think I still want Clovis,â I said.
âHeâs who youâve tried hardest to reach out to with your mental powers, isnât he?â
âI thought heâd be easier, since he was my first, and we were together so long.â Since my aborted training on Mona, Iâd been trying to learn on my own how to reach out with my mind, across distance, to men Iâd slept with. Their seed had become part of me, as happened with all Phanne women, and it formed a psychic tie I should be able to follow back to each man. Iâd managed it once, with the young man Iâd deflowered on Mona, but had yet to achieve more than a flickering of contact with anyone else. And the flickers might have been more my imagination than true contact.
âWouldnât it be easier with me ?â Terix glared at me with hurt in the line of his mouth.
I drew in a breath of surprise, my lips parting. I hadnât imagined that he would think my lack of trying on him a slight. Once, long ago, we had lain together; once, I had even drunk his blood. There was no one I knew better, or who knew me so well in return, and so it should have been easiest of all to recognize his essence inside me. I leaned over and laid my hand on his arm. âTerix, I wouldnât do that to you. I wouldnât invade your innermost privacy like that.â
He moved his arm until he could grasp my hand in his own, his expression softening to sheepishness. âI didnât want you to, when first you told me about it. Who would? I have thoughts so darkly twisted, I can barely stand to see them myself.â He squeezed my hand and let go.
âWhat changed your mind?â
âI realized that Iâm not such a very special person, so different from anyone else. If I âcheerful, horny Terixâhave such a wild herd of runaway wants and hates and pettiness inside me, then so does everyone else. Probably more so. I am, after all, a more likable fellow than your average man.â
I laughed. âThe Summer Maiden certainly thought so.â
âBut alas, she was happier to stay a maiden than to become a fruitful earth mother.â
âLucky for you, in the long run.â
âBut not the short.â
We rode in silence for a short while, Bone galumphing through remnants of snow, seeming to take a childâs joy in the crisp strangeness of it under his paws.
âSo will you try to see inside my mind?â Terix said.
âWhat, now? Why?â
âI want to know what it feels like, to have someone else in here with me. No one ever gets to feel that; weâre all stuck alone in our own heads. If thereâs anyone Iâd want in here with me, itâd be you.â
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