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It was wonderful, far more wonderful than Malta had ever imagined it would be.

So this was what it was like to be treated properly.

Her soul had starved for this her entire life, and now it was able to sate itself in sweet sensations.

Flowers scented the air all around her, every type of dainty food and fine drink that she could imagine had been offered to her, and Reyn himself could not have been more attentive.

She could think of nothing that could have improved the day, unless perhaps some of her friends could be present to be enviously impressed.

She indulged herself in imagining that scene.

Delo and Kitten and Carissa and Polia would be seated over there, and as each tray of food or drink was offered to Malta, she would take her pick of it, and then send the rest over to her friends.

Later, she would apologize warmly to them that she had so little time for them.

What a shame that Reyn had insisted on monopolizing her time!

But, well, they knew how men were! She would smile at them knowingly.

Then she would recount some of the compliments he had showered on her, or repeat some of his witticisms

‘May I ask what now brings such a smile to your face?’ Reyn requested gently.

He stood a respectful yet attentive distance from her chair.

He had not accepted her offer of a seat.

She lifted her eyes to his veiled face. Her pretty daydream soured.

Who knew what sort of a visage smiled beneath that veil?

A little quivering turned restlessly in her belly.

She did not let her unease show on her face.

Instead, she answered in a pleasantly modulated voice, ‘Why, I was but thinking how gay it might be if some of my friends were here to share all this with us.’ She gracefully gestured at the festive room.

‘And I was thinking the opposite,’ he replied. He had a pleasant voice. It was cultured and richly masculine. His face veil stirred lightly with the wind of his breath.

‘The opposite?’ she wondered aloud as she raised an eyebrow to his words.

He did not move from where he stood, but pitched his voice for more intimacy. ‘I was thinking how pleasant it will be when I am deep enough in your trust to see you more privately.’

All she had to go by was his posture and his voice.

There was no raised brow or shy smile to accompany the words.

She had spoken to men before, even flirted when her mother or grandmother was not present, but no man had ever been so frank with her.

It was both heady and daunting. All the time she hesitated, she knew he studied her bared face.

Try as she might, she could not keep all expression from it.

How could one flirt and smile when one did not know if a man or a grotesque freak answered that smile?

The thought put a tiny chill into her words.

‘Surely, we must first decide if this courtship is even to begin. Is not that what this first meeting is about: to see if we are suited to one another?’

He gave a small snort of amusement. ‘Mistress Malta, let us leave that sport to our mothers. That is their game. See how, even now, they circle one another like wrestlers, awaiting an opening, a tiny bit of imbalance in the other? They will strike the bargain that joins us, and I do not doubt that both families will benefit in every way.’

He inclined his hooded head, very slightly, towards Jani Khuprus and Ronica Vestrit. Their facial expressions were carefully pleasant, but there was a poised alertness to them that suggested some verbal contest was in progress.

‘That is my grandmother, not my mother,’ Malta pointed out. ‘And I do not understand why you speak of this meeting as a game. Surely, this is a serious moment. At least, it is for me. Do you find it trivial?’

‘I will never find trivial any moment spent in your presence. Of that, you may be assured.’ He paused, then let his words pour forth.

‘From the moment that you opened the dream box and we ventured together into your imaginings, I have known that nothing could turn me aside from this courtship. Your family sought to dampen my hopes with the notion that you were more child than woman. That I found laughable. That is the game I spoke of, the game that all families play when their offspring wish to wed. Obstacles will be invented, only to dissolve when the balance is weighted with enough gifts and trade advantages…but this talk is too blunt for us. It speaks of the pocket and not of the heart. It speaks not at all of my hunger for you.’ His words tumbled swiftly, unchecked.

‘Malta, I ache for you. I long to possess you, to share every secret of my heart with you. The sooner my mother surrenders to every demand of your family, the better. Tell your grandmother that. Tell her she may ask anything she wishes and I will be sure the Vestrits receive it, so long as I may find you soon in my arms.’

Malta recoiled with a swift intake of breath.

Her shock was not feigned, but Reyn mistook the source of it.

He stepped back from her and inclined his head gravely.

‘Forgive me, I beg you.’ His voice went husky.

‘I am cursed with a tongue that speaks the words of my heart before my head can intervene. How crude I must seem to you, like an animal panting after you. I vow to you, that is not so. Ever since I saw you that evening outside the Traders’ Concourse, I became aware that I had a soul as well as a mind.

Before that, I was little more than an intelligent tool, serving my family as well as I could to advance their fortunes.

When my brother or sisters spoke of passion and attractions, I could not grasp what they meant.

’ He paused for breath, and gave a sort of laugh.

‘If you know aught of Rain Wild Folk, you will know that we usually find our hearts when we are young and wed soon after. By the customs of my folk, I have always been an odd fish. Some say I was ensorcelled young by my work, and would never know a true love for anyone human.’ A snort of disdain bespoke his disgust.

He shook his head, then went on, ‘Some whispered that I was a eunuch, incapable of a man’s passions.

Their words did not bother me. I knew I had a heart, but it slept within me and I saw no need for it to awaken.

In the runes I traced and deciphered, in the strange mechanisms I dismantled, I thought I had enough to occupy all my thoughts.

I was annoyed when my mother insisted I accompany her to Bingtown for that meeting.

Annoyed! All that was swept aside in the first moment I dared speak to you.

As jidzin is wakened to light by touch, so your voice woke my heart to longing.

Wild, boyish hope drove me to leave the dream-box for you.

I was sure you would not open it, sure that one such as yourself would discard my dream before I could even broach it to you.

But you did not. You opened my soul and shared with me a vision of such enchantment…

you walked through my city and your presence awoke it to life!

I had always believed the cold and silent city was my heart. You can guess what that meant to me.’

Malta heard his impassioned words with only half an ear.

Her thoughts and heart were full of what he had already said.

Anything that she asked, he would see that his family conceded.

Anything! Her mind darted about like a startled fish.

She should not ask so much that she seemed greedy.

That might make him rethink his passion for her.

Nor should she ask so little that she appeared foolish, or undervalued by her family.

No. There was a line to tread here, one to be carefully considered.

Instantly she seized on the one she considered wisest in the way of bargaining.

Oh, if only her father were here, he would see to it that she used Reyn’s passion to her best advantage.

In an instant, she realized that was what she must do: delay the negotiations until her father returned.

‘You are silent,’ Reyn observed in a chastened voice. ‘I have offended you.’

She moved to seize the advantage. He must think his position uncertain, but not hopeless.

She tried to put a timorous smile on her face.

‘I am not accustomed…that is, no one has ever spoken to me of such…’ She let her voice trail away doubtfully.

She took a breath as if composing herself.

‘My heart is beating so…Sometimes, when I am frightened, I become quite…Do you suppose you could bring me a glass of wine?’ She lifted both hands and patted lightly at her cheeks, as if endeavouring to restore herself.

After the dream they had shared, could she make him believe her spirit was so delicate as to be distressed at such frank speech?

She could. There was suppressed panic in the set of his shoulders as he turned hastily from her.

He snatched up a glass from the sideboard and poured her wine so hastily that it threatened to leap from the glass.

When he brought it to her, she drew back slightly, as if fearing to take it from his hand.

He expelled a small sound of dismay, and she forced a tremulous smile to her lips.

As if she steeled herself to courage, she took the glass from him and raised it to her lips to sip delicately from it.

It was an excellent vintage. She lowered the glass and sighed softly. ‘That is better. Thank you so much.’

‘How can you thank me, when I am the one who caused you such distress?’

She widened her eyes and looked up at him.

‘Oh, I am sure the fault is with me,’ she said disingenuously.

‘How foolish I must appear to you, that I begin to tremble at mere words. My mother warned me that there was still a great deal that I did not know of what it is to be a woman. This, I suppose, is part of it.’ She made a small gesture around at the room.

‘As you can tell, we live a quiet life here. I suppose I have been more sheltered than I thought. I have well understood my family’s need to live simply, within our means.

Nevertheless, it has kept me apart from many experiences.

’ With a tiny shrug, she confessed, ‘I know so little of the ways of young men.’ She folded her hands in her lap and looked down at them as she added meekly, ‘I must ask you to be patient while I learn, I fear.’ A final glance up at him through lowered lashes.

‘I hope you will not think me stupid and dull, nor be wearied with the need to teach me such things. I hope you do not give up on me as hopelessly simple. Almost, I wish I had had other suitors, that I could already know something of the ways of men and women.’ She gave a tiny shrug and a sigh as she looked back down.

She held her breath for a moment, hoping the effort would redden her cheeks as with a blush.

She whispered breathlessly, ‘I confess, I almost did not understand my own dream, that night I opened the box.’ She did not look up as she pleaded prettily, ‘Could you teach me what such things signify?’

She did not need to see his face. She didn’t even need to look up at his stance. She knew she had conquered completely in the moment he replied, ‘I could think of nothing I should like better than to be your tutor in such things.’